<?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-3051885598034151289</id><updated>2012-01-19T12:18:19.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Adventure Awaits...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6808209385038143697</id><published>2012-01-19T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:18:19.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twins</title><content type='html'>Ever since Olivia was born, people have said she's a spitin' image of Ryan.&amp;nbsp; I agreed when she was a baby but people are still saying it, and its something I can't see anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Liam is getting bigger, I think he's a good blend of both Ryan and myself, but people are again saying he looks just like Justin.&amp;nbsp; So I decided to do some investigating back into our collection of pictures.&amp;nbsp; Turns out everyone is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3ZsGsTkyc0/TxhODVUy96I/AAAAAAAABBY/pRdPKdm81DQ/s1600/brothers2months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3ZsGsTkyc0/TxhODVUy96I/AAAAAAAABBY/pRdPKdm81DQ/s640/brothers2months.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap! They are like twins!!&amp;nbsp; Both photos were taken when the boys were two months old.&amp;nbsp; Can you guess who is who? Justin is on the left and Liam is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I look at them, the more differences I see, but at first glance, I thought I needed glasses.&amp;nbsp; They are definitely brothers.&amp;nbsp; Makes me excited to see what Liam will look like as he grows up. &lt;i&gt;We also think Liam will have curly hair since he has the same hairline as Olivia, while Justin has a different hair line.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully we won't have to wait til Liam is a year old since Olivia couldn't grow hair til after she turned 1!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Olivia and Justin at the same age in our Oklahoma kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Just goes to show how much faster my boys grow than my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8HLTDjbb3w/TxhPVMnXp3I/AAAAAAAABBg/0ahseMs82jM/s1600/Picnik+collage+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8HLTDjbb3w/TxhPVMnXp3I/AAAAAAAABBg/0ahseMs82jM/s640/Picnik+collage+kids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin at 13 months on the left and Olivia on the right. J-man is certainly taller than the second drawers and Olivia is not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6808209385038143697?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6808209385038143697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6808209385038143697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6808209385038143697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6808209385038143697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2012/01/twins.html' title='twins'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3ZsGsTkyc0/TxhODVUy96I/AAAAAAAABBY/pRdPKdm81DQ/s72-c/brothers2months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2269489161436423876</id><published>2012-01-10T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:21:29.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow bunny</title><content type='html'>We had our first real snow here in northern Virginia yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was going to rain but instead it snowed.&amp;nbsp; Olivia and Justin were super excited to see the snowflakes fall to the ground.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I don't recall Olivia ever actually seeing it snow.&amp;nbsp; Nothing stuck to the ground at first but then the flakes got bigger and fatter and wetter.&amp;nbsp; Perfect snowman making material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyIhg_6RF5s/TwxHhgyOE5I/AAAAAAAABAs/_W76VPIOGJ0/s1600/DSC_9618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyIhg_6RF5s/TwxHhgyOE5I/AAAAAAAABAs/_W76VPIOGJ0/s320/DSC_9618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TaTKuP-O4Q8/TwxHlFY048I/AAAAAAAABBM/KESOlIKb9m0/s1600/IMG_4603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TaTKuP-O4Q8/TwxHlFY048I/AAAAAAAABBM/KESOlIKb9m0/s320/IMG_4603.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Liam was outside for just a little bit for his first snowfall. Once that cold snowflake hit his warm cute face, he wanted to go back inside.&amp;nbsp; I don't blame him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89nnly4kgWY/TwxHiX6e9hI/AAAAAAAABA0/voTjr1oKOuA/s1600/DSC_9643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89nnly4kgWY/TwxHiX6e9hI/AAAAAAAABA0/voTjr1oKOuA/s320/DSC_9643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After dinner Olivia headed outside to play.&amp;nbsp; Why no pictures of Justin? He preferred to stay inside where it was toasty warm.&amp;nbsp; I dragged all three kids out to go to the commissary after nap time and I think he got his fair share of the snow.&amp;nbsp; It was coming down pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt6XHJ-BnVk/TwxHjQIYUVI/AAAAAAAABA8/19YMnghglCQ/s1600/DSC_9652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt6XHJ-BnVk/TwxHjQIYUVI/AAAAAAAABA8/19YMnghglCQ/s320/DSC_9652.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0j4a-ros30/TwxHkokq_DI/AAAAAAAABBE/8vjVWpeGTpY/s1600/DSC_9655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0j4a-ros30/TwxHkokq_DI/AAAAAAAABBE/8vjVWpeGTpY/s320/DSC_9655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia woke up this morning talking about making her snowman.&amp;nbsp; It was super fun to play in the snow with her.&amp;nbsp; She would have stayed outside longer if I let her but her tiny hands were getting too red!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2269489161436423876?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2269489161436423876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2269489161436423876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2269489161436423876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2269489161436423876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-bunny.html' title='snow bunny'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyIhg_6RF5s/TwxHhgyOE5I/AAAAAAAABAs/_W76VPIOGJ0/s72-c/DSC_9618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4790030664760457215</id><published>2012-01-05T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:42:47.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gas is grand</title><content type='html'>One thing I hated about moving to our first duty station was the gas stove.&amp;nbsp; I only knew how to cook on electric, but since that first move, I've fallen madly in love with gas stoves.&amp;nbsp; Currently, I have a gas stove.&amp;nbsp; It's fantastic when the power goes out due to an east coast hurricane.&amp;nbsp; Food can still be prepared &lt;i&gt;(although we just went out for lunch up the road that particular day)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great feature, and probably the best feature, of a gas stove is the option of making yummy smores with the kiddos INDOORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3dbU5NkyHK0/TwZOxiuLauI/AAAAAAAAA_0/n0emnXE34Xs/s1600/DSC_9575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3dbU5NkyHK0/TwZOxiuLauI/AAAAAAAAA_0/n0emnXE34Xs/s320/DSC_9575.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;super excited to make her own smore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ES2-h4Ew-Tg/TwZOyYf5lmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/T3YqHn6KfII/s1600/DSC_9576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ES2-h4Ew-Tg/TwZOyYf5lmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/T3YqHn6KfII/s320/DSC_9576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was very careful&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlQvxoUffZ4/TwZOzDtxkOI/AAAAAAAABAE/ZKpLq9awHcA/s1600/DSC_9582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlQvxoUffZ4/TwZOzDtxkOI/AAAAAAAABAE/ZKpLq9awHcA/s320/DSC_9582.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhddGDTa070/TwZO0FutOFI/AAAAAAAABAM/-wU1FWjztCs/s1600/DSC_9584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhddGDTa070/TwZO0FutOFI/AAAAAAAABAM/-wU1FWjztCs/s320/DSC_9584.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yummy bliss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not knowing how many people wanted smores at our New Year's Eve Firepit gathering, I over bought.&amp;nbsp; However, that wasn't a bad thing in this family.&amp;nbsp; It all just. has. to. be. eaten! But the chocolate in the house combined with my lack of will power, my intended progress on losing this baby weight is hurtin' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aEacfvrcv0/TwZO08QN6rI/AAAAAAAABAU/da6BTS91lx4/s1600/DSC_9585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aEacfvrcv0/TwZO08QN6rI/AAAAAAAABAU/da6BTS91lx4/s320/DSC_9585.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;J-Man's turn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbStd0lG6vM/TwZO1lNKClI/AAAAAAAABAc/fXNEGPoBckE/s1600/DSC_9586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbStd0lG6vM/TwZO1lNKClI/AAAAAAAABAc/fXNEGPoBckE/s320/DSC_9586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just a pose for the picture.&amp;nbsp; mommy did most his work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KG7oR9iSLU/TwZO2dpArxI/AAAAAAAABAk/1O0zRN5R6IE/s1600/DSC_9589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KG7oR9iSLU/TwZO2dpArxI/AAAAAAAABAk/1O0zRN5R6IE/s320/DSC_9589.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoyed mouthing the marshmallow, but not a true fan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4790030664760457215?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4790030664760457215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4790030664760457215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4790030664760457215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4790030664760457215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2012/01/gas-is-grand.html' title='gas is grand'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3dbU5NkyHK0/TwZOxiuLauI/AAAAAAAAA_0/n0emnXE34Xs/s72-c/DSC_9575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7127615328526038637</id><published>2011-12-28T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:55:17.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Marine Corps Museum</title><content type='html'>Today was a day I've waited over 5 months for...&amp;nbsp; We toured the National Marine Corps Museum as a family.&amp;nbsp; It's one of those things you are always meaning to do, you know, sight see in your own city.&amp;nbsp; When visiting a far off land, you cram so much into a short vacation in order to see it all but not when it is literally in your own backyard.&amp;nbsp; Oh, no, that's when it gets put off til next week, then the next and so forth.&amp;nbsp; We only had to travel the 2 miles up the road from our house to the museum but I was determined to get us out of the house to sight see this Christmas Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62Nbh4rrEv0/TvvGMxBvYWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_o6-s6oiLIQ/s1600/DSC_9381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62Nbh4rrEv0/TvvGMxBvYWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_o6-s6oiLIQ/s400/DSC_9381.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the museum is fantastic, the location stinks.&amp;nbsp; Sure, it is here at the Marine Corps base at Quantico, but not to many tourists from the city will venture down here to see it.&amp;nbsp; Picture this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enter this gigantic atrium and look up to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qipmrdyz65w/TvvGUewoeZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/VXTgb07OO2Q/s1600/DSC_9459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qipmrdyz65w/TvvGUewoeZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/VXTgb07OO2Q/s640/DSC_9459.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The entire atruim has this glass ceiling with several aircraft haning above.&amp;nbsp; The kids were in awe of the entire space. During the day you can see the tippy top of the museum from the highway and at night the lights shine bright up into the night sky...it's breath taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you're guided through the history of the Marine Corps, starting with "Making A Marine." The famous yellow footsteps start your journey through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSI03WqbNoU/TvvIZnc1xwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Q2xPq3PO_Y4/s1600/DSC_9384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSI03WqbNoU/TvvIZnc1xwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Q2xPq3PO_Y4/s400/DSC_9384.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your brain is overloaded with the sights and sounds of boot camp.&amp;nbsp; There are two telephone booth size displays you can enter to listen to what grunts hear from drill instructors, one for males and one for females. The entire museum is laid out in such a way that you just stroll through each period of time, reading, looking and learning, so effortlessly...it's wonderful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUWWUxfvgMw/TvvMzuWHkfI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qZTuvLyUmXc/s1600/DSC_9391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUWWUxfvgMw/TvvMzuWHkfI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qZTuvLyUmXc/s320/DSC_9391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwAXIqPJ8QA/TvvM0SOliFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/QXbsQZ3BbTw/s1600/DSC_9400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwAXIqPJ8QA/TvvM0SOliFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/QXbsQZ3BbTw/s320/DSC_9400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebPpaggACNo/TvvM1BQ40OI/AAAAAAAAA-o/d_ADVaI_f8g/s1600/DSC_9410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebPpaggACNo/TvvM1BQ40OI/AAAAAAAAA-o/d_ADVaI_f8g/s320/DSC_9410.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPwW7Cce790/TvvN8znTJrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Bz6_Ukx4M6A/s1600/DSC_9456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPwW7Cce790/TvvN8znTJrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Bz6_Ukx4M6A/s320/DSC_9456.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are display cases everywhere, vehicles, and aircraft but also life size, walk through displays.&amp;nbsp; Making the visitors feel as part of the history was apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some display areas had doors closing off the area from the rest of the museum.&amp;nbsp; Below, is the Korea War.&amp;nbsp; The room was small but ice cold.&amp;nbsp; Marine figures were "talking" to one another about the conditions of the cold weather.&amp;nbsp; We truly felt transported back in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exZE7acP9fs/TvvLvskAvGI/AAAAAAAAA-A/7_akvRX0zZg/s1600/DSC_9449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exZE7acP9fs/TvvLvskAvGI/AAAAAAAAA-A/7_akvRX0zZg/s400/DSC_9449.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did not like the Vietnam display walk through room because the helicopter vibrated making them uneasy. I loved it...I felt like I was in a operational helicopter about to disembark to fight the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWcAyIOTK3A/TvvMkOeC3UI/AAAAAAAAA-M/fnRQO7HRdAo/s1600/DSC_9453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWcAyIOTK3A/TvvMkOeC3UI/AAAAAAAAA-M/fnRQO7HRdAo/s400/DSC_9453.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that we are located so close to Walter Reed Hospital, there was a children's section where they could draw pictures and letters to send to recovering service men and women.&amp;nbsp; Of course my kids aren't old enough to draw something well enough that strangers can read and interpret the message but they had fun coloring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeYdbXoaOFw/TvvNS2RvlXI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1fH8FLI_txM/s1600/DSC_9427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeYdbXoaOFw/TvvNS2RvlXI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1fH8FLI_txM/s400/DSC_9427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum designers wanted to make learning fun and a family affair so there were several stations throughout each historical time period with uniforms we could try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhHD9UguTI4/TvvNqWNxsoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-f4zXivLoCw/s1600/DSC_9429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhHD9UguTI4/TvvNqWNxsoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/-f4zXivLoCw/s400/DSC_9429.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftELLwsgiag/TvvN9nf-40I/AAAAAAAAA_U/AdHhxVUhT-4/s1600/DSC_9457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftELLwsgiag/TvvN9nf-40I/AAAAAAAAA_U/AdHhxVUhT-4/s320/DSC_9457.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0W4q98xYRs/TvvN-YPNCSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q_9Dr6Br1mo/s1600/DSC_9458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0W4q98xYRs/TvvN-YPNCSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q_9Dr6Br1mo/s320/DSC_9458.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was truly a fun filled day. Olivia told us that the museum was not scary for little boys (Justin was pointing at everything clearly enjoying himself) but scary for little girls (she was not a fan of the loud noises and guns not behind glass) but it is ok because Daddy was there for protection! She understands everything was pretend but that did not comfort her when the floor of the helicopter was vibrating and the speakers were playing sounds of disembarking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now to just go back without any kids so I can actually read the writing on the wall, all the stories about heroism and courage.&amp;nbsp; I was inspired today to continue feeding my love of history and learn more... since I was also humbled by how little I actually remember about history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Before we had kids, we never really thought about blending our Christmas Traditions.&amp;nbsp; Every year, even after our first two kids were born, we traveled back to our parents homes to celebrate like old times.&amp;nbsp; This year is different.&amp;nbsp; With Little Guy being so tiny, we're staying put for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; So, we are now blending our childhood traditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ryan grew up with artificial trees (&lt;i&gt;I can't call them fake since technically they are in the shape of a tree just not living).&lt;/i&gt; I grew up with real trees &lt;i&gt;(or as Ryan would say, recently cut down trees).&lt;/i&gt; He let me have my real tree since I'm willing to fork over big bucks for a great artificial tree on sale after the holidays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;See our real tree in the far right window of the house...beautiful!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZpxWaLaL98/Tt5nwUB6ZDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k9bcNedAjVY/s1600/DSC_8889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZpxWaLaL98/Tt5nwUB6ZDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k9bcNedAjVY/s640/DSC_8889.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I lived in Germany for a few years as a kid and every year we took part in the local traditions, like Advent Calenders.&amp;nbsp; Our good neighbor's here in VA are from Germany and&amp;nbsp; asked if we would let them get the kids Advent Calenders.&amp;nbsp; Of course I said yes since I was planning on getting them some myself.&amp;nbsp; It was extra special this year because the tradition was explained to them by Germans and I got it on video.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;J-Man is super excited to open his calender every day, as is his big sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Update: Another German tradition is a visit from St. Nicolas on December 6th, who leaves treats and toys in children's boots.&amp;nbsp; Our home was visited this year and we were all pleasantly surprised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b24NH1tL50g/Tt5nxtPH2wI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BrNE5X4VmX4/s1600/DSC_8899+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b24NH1tL50g/Tt5nxtPH2wI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BrNE5X4VmX4/s400/DSC_8899+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ryan's parents own this super ugly, green avocado colored, paper mache angel from the 1970s that they continue to use every year as their tree topper.&amp;nbsp; Ryan would fight with his sister as to who would get to put the angel up, so his parents came up with, "One for show and one for keeps."&amp;nbsp; Meaning, one child would put the angel up for show, it would come back down and the other child would put it back on the tree for keeps. Brilliant!! It switches every year so each child can put the angel on and there are no fights as to who's turn it is that year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;We're going to have to do some serious calculations to figure out a way for all three of our kids to put the angel on and make it fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABPJD_JF8BY/Tt5nya68RPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NyZ_u3K0YrY/s1600/DSC_8908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABPJD_JF8BY/Tt5nya68RPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NyZ_u3K0YrY/s400/DSC_8908.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As far back as I can remember, my sister and I made Christmas cookies with our dad.&amp;nbsp; Mom was never involved other than taking our pictures.&amp;nbsp; This is something I'm continuing with my kids, although Ryan takes the pictures now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Justin got to help this year and I can't wait for Liam to help in a few more years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db8LCZDr1Us/Tt5nzDfOPfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/tAUramKbCjY/s1600/DSC_8942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db8LCZDr1Us/Tt5nzDfOPfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/tAUramKbCjY/s400/DSC_8942.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kids get to decorate the tree every year, with the help from mom and dad &lt;i&gt;in the form of moving ornaments around the tree to even them out since they seem to get clustered at the bottom of the tree.&lt;/i&gt; This is something I always did and our kids enjoy putting the ornaments on so much I have to fight them off of the ornament box so they don't break anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgyHhTaxFUA/Tt5nvWtjjjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/WupLdX98pYE/s1600/DSC_8824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgyHhTaxFUA/Tt5nvWtjjjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/WupLdX98pYE/s400/DSC_8824.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year the kids will open a new family game each and we'll play them both on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; We'll leave carrots out for the reindeer, and Daddy will read 'Twas the Night Before Christmas" in to the kids right before bed.&amp;nbsp; Watching Olivia this year and Justin as well is such a blessing.&amp;nbsp; Seeing the excitement in their eyes and joy on their faces is just wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Some say you can spoil a child, but not at this time of year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One family tradition that is brand new is Mr. Pop-In-Kins.&amp;nbsp; He's a special Elf who pops in and out of the house watching the children's behavior.&amp;nbsp; He then reports back to Santa on Christmas Eve with any and all naughty and nice acts the kids displayed.&amp;nbsp; Olivia and Justin enjoy searching for him every morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Watch out...he can't be touched or he loses his magic and must report back to the North Pole immediately to have it restored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZsYdjVcRR0/Tt5tz2wioaI/AAAAAAAAA60/sLHLYtrVeaE/s1600/DSC_8978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZsYdjVcRR0/Tt5tz2wioaI/AAAAAAAAA60/sLHLYtrVeaE/s640/DSC_8978.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5948955223384504363?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5948955223384504363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5948955223384504363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5948955223384504363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5948955223384504363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZpxWaLaL98/Tt5nwUB6ZDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/k9bcNedAjVY/s72-c/DSC_8889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8461783075978005340</id><published>2011-11-29T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:35:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0xqHka377w/TtVAD5KmeFI/AAAAAAAAA58/J4RGNBJk9BY/s1600/IMG_4315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0xqHka377w/TtVAD5KmeFI/AAAAAAAAA58/J4RGNBJk9BY/s640/IMG_4315.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 years of marriage and 7 fake Christmas Trees, I finally got my REAL Christmas Tree!&amp;nbsp; Reason...we're staying put for the holidays and I can tend to my real tree without feeling like it will suddenly burst into flames while I'm gone.&amp;nbsp; The smell in the living room is intoxicating...like standing in a forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got it home and I cut the plastic wrapping off...I fully expected to feel a rush of cold air coming from inside the tree.&amp;nbsp; Not this year.&amp;nbsp; It was in the mid-60s the day we got our tree instead of snowing like in past years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I'd be at my parents house in WI to pick out a tree hence the need to feel old air coming from the tree.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Olivia informed Ryan on several occasions during naptime that she just CAN'T wait for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I are super excited for the holiday season and Christmas this year because Olivia is at the age when this is just pure magic. She believes Santa's real and he's coming to our house instead of Nana's.&amp;nbsp; She is super excited to paint Christmas trees in art class at school, something she's already informed us she's done.&amp;nbsp; Justin is excited because his big sister's excited.&amp;nbsp; And Liam just doesn't want to miss a feeding, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all your Christmas shopping goes well...we went a bit overboard at Target today...will tally everything up after the kids are asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk4q4aBv1Ko/TtVAEvOosoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bFFFwoQPkLU/s1600/IMG_4322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk4q4aBv1Ko/TtVAEvOosoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bFFFwoQPkLU/s400/IMG_4322.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8461783075978005340?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8461783075978005340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8461783075978005340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8461783075978005340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8461783075978005340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-finally-got-one.html' title='I finally got one!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0xqHka377w/TtVAD5KmeFI/AAAAAAAAA58/J4RGNBJk9BY/s72-c/IMG_4315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8185681658783375179</id><published>2011-11-09T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:33:29.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3x5 Folded Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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Yesterday morning, as Ryan left the house for work, he found a bag on our front steps with a ghost on it and the word Boo.&amp;nbsp; To our surprise, it is a game the neighborhood is playing this year. I've been seeing the ghosts taped to front door's and was wondering if I missed an email from housing about displaying something for Trick-or-Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eAHki3tWAo/Tp6EJ2WjJQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ioXYKK-MM20/s1600/DSC_7568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eAHki3tWAo/Tp6EJ2WjJQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ioXYKK-MM20/s400/DSC_7568.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of this game is to keep it going.&amp;nbsp; There is a ghost in the bag, a poem and lots of Halloween goodies for the kids.&amp;nbsp; You put the ghost on your door so you don't get booed again and pass the boo onto two other families in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Basically, you place a brown paper bag with candy in it on the door step of any house without a ghost on the front door.&amp;nbsp; The poem is super cute and its a wonderful game to play with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever booed us knew we had two kids and a girl in the house.&amp;nbsp; Olivia got a candy necklace and bracelet, there were two of every candy, some crayons and glow sticks.&amp;nbsp; Again, this is such an awesome game.&amp;nbsp; We immediately went out to return the favor.&amp;nbsp; Some friends down the street had not been booed yet so we set our sights on their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfQnhHlT5Kw/Tp6FJbQTh5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/9HF3P9-lUZo/s1600/DSC_7574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfQnhHlT5Kw/Tp6FJbQTh5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/9HF3P9-lUZo/s400/DSC_7574.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-B9_-ojdyo/Tp6F-obp25I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/4NkqZETk8pY/s1600/DSC_7576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-B9_-ojdyo/Tp6F-obp25I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/4NkqZETk8pY/s400/DSC_7576.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filled the bag with goodies and Olivia delivered it after dinner.&amp;nbsp; It was scheduled to rain in the morning so we risked getting caught to ensure we were the ones to boo our friends.&amp;nbsp; And...we got caught! Despite not seeing any lights on in the house, they were home and answered the door.&amp;nbsp; Despite my best efforts to run back down the street pregnant with a two year old by my side, we were spotted.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, its still a fun game and Olivia had so much fun carrying the bag up to their house and ringing the door bell then running like mad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8588589064189218166?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8588589064189218166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8588589064189218166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8588589064189218166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8588589064189218166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-booed.html' title='been Booed'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eAHki3tWAo/Tp6EJ2WjJQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ioXYKK-MM20/s72-c/DSC_7568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1625499467349208802</id><published>2011-10-08T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:31:34.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love for daddy</title><content type='html'>The kids know something is up...that their brother is small, mommy has to go to lots of appointments, and he'll be here soon.&amp;nbsp; Olivia more than Justin, maybe, but they both know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart when Ryan leaves for work or to go running and both kids spiral out of control.&amp;nbsp; When tired, they break down and cry, not wanting him to leave.&amp;nbsp; I feel helpless in trying to console them, but try my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin wants nothing to do with me for a few minutes and Olivia just stands there looking out the window.&amp;nbsp; Even though it breaks my heart, its nice to see them show so much love and emotion toward their dad.&amp;nbsp; They love him so much and I know the next deployment (whenever that is) will be super hard on them, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a very close, snuggly kind of family and I wouldn't have it any other way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1625499467349208802?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1625499467349208802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1625499467349208802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1625499467349208802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1625499467349208802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddys-girl.html' title='love for daddy'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2043597423853567656</id><published>2011-09-28T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:52:09.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No news is good news</title><content type='html'>WOW! I need to step up my blogging.&amp;nbsp; But sometimes I feel I have nothing interesting to say or no body is reading, so what's the point.&amp;nbsp; Well, I have news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the baby is fine, due date still Nov. 7th, measuring on track, however, we won't know where we're going next until Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in limbo until sometime early 2012 when we'll get word we'll move cross country, down south or around the world! I've learned not to hold my breath about getting a particular duty station, considering my complete meltdown during TBS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I actually pounded my fist on the steering wheel when told we were heading to 29 Palms, California but little did I know waiting for me was a person I consider one of my best friends.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm kinda excited to not know where our next destination til after our little lad is a bit older. Takes one more thing off my shoulders right now that I can deal with later.&amp;nbsp; Between not sleeping well at night and having only 1 month&lt;i&gt;ish &lt;/i&gt;left til baby arrives, I don't want to deal with the mental task of reorganizing my house in my head before I have even planned where my Christmas decorations are going in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people HAVE to know where to go, &lt;i&gt;I being one of those people last time&lt;/i&gt;, but not now! No, sir!! I am content in living in the moment, walking my daughter to her school bus, giggling with my son for an hour and not getting my work done because we took a walk!!&amp;nbsp; Sure, I have preferences and dreams of the perfect house, but know I have friends around the world and that's all that matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a new place is always exciting to me.&amp;nbsp; After learning to love 29 Palms, &lt;i&gt;a place I would not mind going back to&lt;/i&gt;, and having a wonderful labor and delivery at a hospital where so many horror stories circulated, I've come to the conclusion...you make a situation great by searching out what makes it great!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm off to organize my to do list for the spouse coffee I am hosting tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and clean the house, which I already did on Monday but alas must do again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2043597423853567656?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2043597423853567656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2043597423853567656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2043597423853567656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2043597423853567656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='No news is good news'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8167985138870175029</id><published>2011-09-15T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:15:54.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam 101 for Seniors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/FcN08Tg3PWw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcN08Tg3PWw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcN08Tg3PWw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I truly hope this is what Ryan and I will be like when we are seniors! These two are still so in love and it shows.&amp;nbsp; "Drop your dress a bit and see your boobies!" says the man.&amp;nbsp; HILARIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8167985138870175029?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8167985138870175029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8167985138870175029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8167985138870175029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8167985138870175029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/09/webcam-101-for-seniors.html' title='Webcam 101 for Seniors...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1658240154048400329</id><published>2011-09-10T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:05:12.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>starting her education early...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bTo75Ygo1k/TmvAEipvhMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YTKLEawlioQ/s1600/IMG_3861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bTo75Ygo1k/TmvAEipvhMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YTKLEawlioQ/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK7wKV6MJSc/TmvAFNhsUbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4Wu6HqfXzfY/s1600/IMG_3862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK7wKV6MJSc/TmvAFNhsUbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4Wu6HqfXzfY/s320/IMG_3862.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Ryan put it best, "Went  to Border's close out sale. Instead of picking out the Berenstain Bears  or a Dora book, Olivia purchased W.E.B Du Bois. I would like to think  my little girl has an advance intellectual curiosity of the African  American struggle. Yet, the odds are, she pick the book because it was  purple."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She carried this book around the entire store and wanted it so bad.&amp;nbsp; After realizing it was only a few bucks, I thought...&lt;i&gt;Sure, why not, at least she can use it to learn her numbers and letters.&lt;/i&gt; Since coming home, it hasn't left her side!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1658240154048400329?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1658240154048400329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1658240154048400329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1658240154048400329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1658240154048400329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/09/starting-her-education-early.html' title='starting her education early...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bTo75Ygo1k/TmvAEipvhMI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YTKLEawlioQ/s72-c/IMG_3861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-9175607330341725237</id><published>2011-08-24T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:26:43.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie the Giant Stomps Outside</title><content type='html'>According to Olivia, our earthquake yesterday was caused by Willie the Giant stomping on the ground outside the house.&amp;nbsp; It took her less than 5 minutes after I settled myself down in the living room to come up with that explanation! I love her imagination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a 5.9 magnitude hit our house yesterday afternoon, worse quake in over 3 decades.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting downstairs at the computer while the kids were resting/napping upstairs.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and it was Olivia's first day of pre-k, so this day will be extra special day!&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, I felt the windows shake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Curious...I didn't know artillery fire was occurring today&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it didn't stop, it got worse.&amp;nbsp; My brain is going through all the different possibilities of what this might be, but earthquake didn't even cross my mind until I realized the kids were on the second floor.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever seen a 7 month pregnant lady bound up 15 steps to collect her kids from a natural disaster? Me neither til yesterday.&amp;nbsp; As I climb the steps, I trip but caught myself with my hands.&amp;nbsp; Again, did you know that as you climb the stairs to a second level, the shaking gets worse? My brain knew this but in my state of mind, I completely forgot.&amp;nbsp; I hit the top floor, round the corner, bracing myself with my hands against the walls as the house continues to shake, and make my way down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is just laying in bed as I burst into her room.&amp;nbsp; "What is it mommy?" &lt;i&gt;What, you don't feel your bed is shaking like you're on an amusement park ride?&lt;/i&gt; I pull her out of bed and plop her in her doorway, "Stay here in the door frame!" At least I remembered the safest place is in the doorway if getting outside isn't an option.&amp;nbsp; I tear into Justin's room just as the shaking starts to subside.&amp;nbsp; He was super tired but his eyes were open, telling me he felt the rumble.&amp;nbsp; I stand in the middle of his room as the shaking dies down, also hoping he'd just put his head back down and close his eyes.&amp;nbsp; No such luck, he wanted out of his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing, and I immediately take the kids downstairs and find my cell phone.&amp;nbsp; First attempt to call Ryan, fail.&amp;nbsp; Network busy! Great!! I walk outside expecting to see everyone out of their homes, but there were just a few neighbor's out.&amp;nbsp; We exchange the "holy cow's" and "was that really...?" and I text Ryan.&amp;nbsp; "We just had an earthquake. We're ok.&amp;nbsp; Hurry home!" He was scheduled to come home in about an hour but walked through the door 15 mins later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met and then everything came pouring out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Can you believe that?...CRAZY!!... Did you feel that?... Where were you?... How long did it take to realize what was going on?.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Apparently, he was in a large auditorium finishing up a lecture, gathering his papers when the earthquake hit.&amp;nbsp; All the Captains stare at each other in disbelief.&amp;nbsp; They thought the same thing I did, &lt;i&gt;was that really an earthquake?&lt;/i&gt; Then it started to sink into their brains that if they felt the shaking, their families felt the same thing about 2 miles away.&amp;nbsp; They were dismissed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, since the quake was felt up in NYC, news central, it was all over the news stations in less than 5 mins.&amp;nbsp; Local stations reported the epicenter was in Mineral, VA located about 63 miles southwest of our house, 1.5 hrs by car.&amp;nbsp; It was a 5.9 magnitude quake, buildings start falling at 4.5, and a very shallow quake, making it more dangerous. We were lucky not to feel any aftershocks this far north, but I will always remember yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate yet another historic weather event, we all went up to the commissary and stocked up on non-perishables for Hurricane Irene scheduled to hit us this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Fun time for our family.&amp;nbsp; Olivia's first day of school and an earthquake...epic!&amp;nbsp; We ended the day by going up to DC and enjoying the Sunset Parade at the Marine Memorial.&amp;nbsp; Despite Olivia not napping and Justin's rude awakening from his nap, they both did awesome and we all enjoyed ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-9175607330341725237?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/9175607330341725237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=9175607330341725237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/9175607330341725237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/9175607330341725237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/08/willie-giant-stomps-outside.html' title='Willie the Giant Stomps Outside'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4701228189309674959</id><published>2011-08-09T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:08:07.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed!</title><content type='html'>With Ryan having already gone back to school, my goal was to have every box unpacked...yeah right, in this house hold, forget it!!&amp;nbsp; I know I need to relax and take a load off my feet, however, I have this nagging feeling to get everything in its place. Nesting maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having cleaned out our old house in Oklahoma to sell it, everything was so much easier to keep clean.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I only had two little one's and myself to keep after so it was pretty easy to clean up after meal time because I rarely cooked full meals.&amp;nbsp; I want to get this house feeling like everything has its own place, but I'm struggling...big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I dealing with a bigger house with a few less storage options (we had built in shelving in all of our closets) despite having more linen closet space and a huge laundry/storage room.&amp;nbsp; We've already given several boxes away of things we do not need anymore and have many more to give, but bending over and picking up every little thing is getting to me. I tire our much more quickly.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I am 27 weeks pregnant but feel more like 34 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to relax with my kids, play with my family, cook wonderful meals for my husband, but feel everything else gets in the way.&amp;nbsp; It was hard for me to fall asleep last night because I could not shut my brain down thinking of all the things that need to get done. Finding wall space for all our pictures, putting them up or back in a box, getting a desk for Ryan's school work, do we need a bench next to the back door for shoes, bags, my purse and diaper bag? yes, but what kind, the budget needs to be looked at again and recalculated.&amp;nbsp; Lots going on inside my head, not to mention our little baby boy loves to go his gymnastics when I lay down to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is so supportive of me during this pregnancy, but sometimes I feel I am not doing my job properly.&amp;nbsp; Everything about this pregnancy, including my energy level and capability to complete tasks, is so different from my last two pregnancies.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like I am falling behind and cannot keep up or get ahead.&amp;nbsp; I know that things will improve, they must since the baby's room is still full of boxes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do at this point is take deep breaths and slow down...hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4701228189309674959?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4701228189309674959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4701228189309674959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4701228189309674959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4701228189309674959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/08/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5786524663209235339</id><published>2011-08-04T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:30:23.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we have a gorgeous swimming pool at our disposal here on base, the kids and I prefer to play in our tiny, &lt;i&gt;but functional&lt;/i&gt; backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6BcaEy5lvY/TjrujA-UuzI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ylbY0ApWfy8/s1600/DSC_6837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6BcaEy5lvY/TjrujA-UuzI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ylbY0ApWfy8/s320/DSC_6837.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Justin is getting to the point he loves to do things &lt;i&gt;by himself&lt;/i&gt; including filling up the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36jD1Y_6fRA/TjrvH1Oa7NI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/PZhXgScxazM/s1600/DSC_6844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36jD1Y_6fRA/TjrvH1Oa7NI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/PZhXgScxazM/s320/DSC_6844.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I played around with my camera settings and got this great action shot.&amp;nbsp; They kept giggling with the water going everywhere.&amp;nbsp; It was super hot and humid so the cool water was very refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY2igRgI6VM/TjryyFt0yDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Gy4Vdrdc66I/s1600/DSC_6847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY2igRgI6VM/TjryyFt0yDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Gy4Vdrdc66I/s320/DSC_6847.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan pulled out this Buzz Lightyear Rocket water toy from a box and I was super worried it wouldn't work.&amp;nbsp; Got it for Christmas last year and the Oklahoma winds would have frozen the water before it even hit the ground, so it was great to see it actually work.&amp;nbsp; They &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; this toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(the rocket is just above the white garage doing flips in the air)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9q0tihSSrsU/TjrvJo6kI_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LfwnZmHA6Jw/s1600/DSC_6852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9q0tihSSrsU/TjrvJo6kI_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LfwnZmHA6Jw/s320/DSC_6852.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hot enough, I was more comfortable in my swimsuit than clothes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLqqG3-hmRA/TjrvKy-rBZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/nKMpVTb0_lY/s1600/DSC_6861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLqqG3-hmRA/TjrvKy-rBZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/nKMpVTb0_lY/s320/DSC_6861.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia enjoyed taking the pool water and &lt;i&gt;painting with water&lt;/i&gt; using some sort of seeded weed bud.&amp;nbsp; She kept painted despite the ground being completely saturated with water.&amp;nbsp; Justin joined her on the steps to watch.&amp;nbsp; I got lucky with a few shots, but of course, none include both looking at the camera lens at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still unpacking the last few boxes, full of random little crap, and trying to find a place for everything.&amp;nbsp; Even though our house is bigger, the closets do not have as many built in shelves as the closets in Oklahoma, so we're down furniture and organizational tools to get everything straight.&amp;nbsp; Got the garage partly completed to put the van back in the garage, just have to stash all the decorations up in the rafters (plywood already up to create a huge shelf).&amp;nbsp; It will be nice when everything is completed!! Pictures to come later!&lt;span id="goog_1836339979"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1836339980"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5786524663209235339?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5786524663209235339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5786524663209235339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5786524663209235339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5786524663209235339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6BcaEy5lvY/TjrujA-UuzI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ylbY0ApWfy8/s72-c/DSC_6837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3493178872837891766</id><published>2011-07-20T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:40:31.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still here</title><content type='html'>don't worry, i'm still here. so much has happened since the last post. ryan turned 30, we traveled to virginia via ohio, my great- uncle passed away, we got our house but wont have internet til monday. typing a post on a cell phone keyboard isnt much fun...so until we get intrnet, i'm going to complain just a bit because i'm pregnant and can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm tired of mcd's for lunch&lt;br /&gt;*tired of rolling out of bed onto th floor&lt;br /&gt;*no internet&lt;br /&gt;*sittig on th floor&lt;br /&gt;*aching body&lt;br /&gt;*baby boy kicking @ all hrs of nite preventing sleep&lt;br /&gt;*no internet&lt;br /&gt;*aching body&lt;br /&gt;the last two are very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all the kids are doing great! thank goodness something is going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to get out furniture bight and early in two days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3493178872837891766?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3493178872837891766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3493178872837891766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3493178872837891766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3493178872837891766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-still-here.html' title='i&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5327208120903815130</id><published>2011-07-06T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:04:42.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby 3.0</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Ryan and I went for my 20 week ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; Although I was technically 22 week and 1 day, the ultrasound was scheduled so Ryan could attend.&amp;nbsp; We took bets as to if the baby was a boy or a girl...I said boy, he said girl.&amp;nbsp; Pictures and will have to wait since I'm not at my computer, which houses all the pictures &lt;i&gt;(sorry)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was awesome, Woodwinds in Woodbury, MN.&amp;nbsp; Just in the two years since we had Justin's ultrasound, the technology has improved so much it was like looking at a 3D ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; The pictures were crisp, clear and showed the baby's movement very well.&amp;nbsp; We saw the baby yawn, suck its thumb and just tumble around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing our tech, Becky, asked if we wanted to know the gender, because as soon as she put the prob on my belly, the baby was bottom up and legs apart...BOY!! Plain as day and it was a wonderful sight to see.&amp;nbsp; I was right.&amp;nbsp; My brain has told me since we heard the first heartbeat it was a boy.&amp;nbsp; Both this little guy &lt;i&gt;(no name yet)&lt;/i&gt; and Justin's 12 week heartbeats were right around or below 150...Olivia's was up in the 170s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Becky for some pictures, and she delivered.&amp;nbsp; We have arms, legs, nose/mouth, fingers, toes, hands, head, and of course the most important picture...gender! She said our baby boy looks good, no extra fingers or toes and weighs in at 1Ib. The baby is measuring 2 days behind my due date but with this kid, anything is possible.&amp;nbsp; I just hope my mom can come down in time to watch my other two while I'm in the hospital with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we leave MN in a week and take the following week to travel down through Ohio and Tennessee, to see family, before accepting our house in Quantico. Now that we know we're having another son &lt;i&gt;(thankfully in the same season as Justin so we can reuse his clothes) &lt;/i&gt;we are both itching to get to our own house, to have our own space again and get our new flat screen TV.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;After 2 months of big screen tv's our little 27 inch tube tv will no do anymore!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5327208120903815130?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5327208120903815130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5327208120903815130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5327208120903815130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5327208120903815130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-30.html' title='Baby 3.0'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2436220050539179132</id><published>2011-06-23T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:51:34.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia's Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT16JrWdGQM/TgNfOWmSQLI/AAAAAAAAA04/8aChze_20gg/s1600/IMG_3363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT16JrWdGQM/TgNfOWmSQLI/AAAAAAAAA04/8aChze_20gg/s320/IMG_3363.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with the sun to drive to the hospital&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We are so thankful for TriCare's use of civilian doctor's and their willingness to accept TriCare.&amp;nbsp; After seeing the ENT on Tuesday, she's having her surgery today, Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Getting this done now will allow for 5 days after her two week post-op appointment before we leave and a weight lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being that there is no TriCare doctor's near my parents, we had to travel about an hour away to the hospital were the ENT practices surgery.&amp;nbsp; Not complaining though, just grateful we can make the drive without any trouble on such short notice.&amp;nbsp; She and I were up at the crack of dawn to make sure we had enough time in case mommy got lost (which I didn't). What helped mommy with getting up so early...COFFEE! Starbucks opens at 5am, something I didn't know til now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5G9g0s7xZM/TgNfPPe4SpI/AAAAAAAAA08/BfDGIncamlU/s1600/IMG_3365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5G9g0s7xZM/TgNfPPe4SpI/AAAAAAAAA08/BfDGIncamlU/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The drive was easy and the prep room already had cartoons playing...she was glued to the TV! All the nurses were great.&amp;nbsp; Showering her with stickers, being goofy to help easy her nervousness, and asking her all their administrative questions knowing she would just giggle. Spent about an hour and a half in the prep room waiting for her turn in the OR, so we entertained ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6VaPKWFT-I/TgNfQCWYcAI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lWZ7oxipCB0/s1600/IMG_3374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6VaPKWFT-I/TgNfQCWYcAI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lWZ7oxipCB0/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...with our new cool hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She truly was an angel this morning who was clueless as to what was exactly going to happen.&amp;nbsp; I purposely kept her in the dark as much as possible to keep her fears down and help her up until the very end. Told her the doctor was going to take his magic wand and say "Bibbity Bobbity Boo" and make her tonsils disappear.&amp;nbsp; The nurses told her their names and what they would be doing to help her today.&amp;nbsp; Her anesthesiologist showed her all the cool smells in chapstick form that she could have for her mask...she picked Berry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1XJlckrXfc/TgNfRVukUmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EXJSoQWl6WQ/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1XJlckrXfc/TgNfRVukUmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EXJSoQWl6WQ/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was so happy putting the mask on herself...until we got into the OR. The nurses asked her to climb on over onto the operating table which she did enthusiastically.&amp;nbsp; Once the nurse started to apply the stickers to monitor her vitals, her eyes indicated panic and fear.&amp;nbsp; The anesthesiologist showed her the cool lines on the monitor's screen that moved when she wiggled her fingers and that seemed to calm her for about...oh, two seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that Berry flavored mask was applied and the gas started to flow, she freaked out.&amp;nbsp; I completely expected her to freak but she didn't freak out as much as I thought she would.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't hold her down myself, and she tried to sit up a few times, so the anesthesiologist said, "Ok, plan B."&amp;nbsp; He kept the mask on her through her screams, while two wonderful nurses held her arms and I talked to her and rubbed her forehead (while wearing my awesome hat and yellow paper robe).&amp;nbsp; After she took several deep breaths between screams, she was out cold.&amp;nbsp; I kissed her forehead and left...giggling to keep myself from crying and because she was snoring very loud and very deep, it surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCT9id_b_1M/TgNwmn3e-bI/AAAAAAAAA1M/KpUPSB-t4Fo/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCT9id_b_1M/TgNwmn3e-bI/AAAAAAAAA1M/KpUPSB-t4Fo/s320/IMG_3378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InIdvGmGSus/TgNfStarBHI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xIsRP4oPndw/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery took less than 40 minutes and the doctor said her adenoids were a bit small for the decent size of her tonsils.&amp;nbsp; I waited about an hour longer to see her up in her room.&amp;nbsp; We're staying the night.&amp;nbsp; After getting her iv's situated, she promptly fell asleep for about an hour.&amp;nbsp; Now she's pottied, had a few bites of lime jello...not her favorite, and is watch Go, Diego, Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;UPDATE: Olivia is currently taking her afternoon nap after her pain meds kicked in.&amp;nbsp; She ate some ice cream saying she was hungry...a great sign.&amp;nbsp; Her grandparents visited and brought Dora the Explorer gifts which instantly put a smile on her face.&amp;nbsp; As long as she has pain meds in her system, I expect her recovery to go smoothly...knock on wood!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Normally, I post more detailed info about our adventures than I post on Facebook but always feel I HAVE to post something here instead of WANTING to post here.&amp;nbsp; Reading other friends blogs, I'm so drawn into their adventure by the great writing, awesome pictures, and format.&amp;nbsp; Then I feel I can't measure up to the same great standards and I feel my blog falls short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'm asking for your help.&amp;nbsp; Just a little feed back to let me know how I'm doing entertaining you.&amp;nbsp; If my posts are too long and detailed, tell me.&amp;nbsp; If my posts lack enough pictures, tell me.&amp;nbsp; Any feedback would be appreciated because I only want to entertain my friends about our family adventures! You can message me on Facebook or post something here, your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You So Much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2614686061351853307?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2614686061351853307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2614686061351853307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2614686061351853307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2614686061351853307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/06/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2349901689364525612</id><published>2011-06-07T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:15:17.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Visit</title><content type='html'>Ryan came up for a surprised weekend visit! I knew about it but the kids were in the dark. He walked in and their faces lite up and they had the biggest smiles! It was well worth everything to see him, even if it was just for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0fpp5qfcTU/Te50MA6uksI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OhJ3_dOwNAM/s1600/IMG_3038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0fpp5qfcTU/Te50MA6uksI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OhJ3_dOwNAM/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kids wasted no time roping Daddy into playing with them...like it really took twisting his arm to get him to play! They colored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrIzdym8Ncg/Te50KFnfnMI/AAAAAAAAAzk/DdgKbCwT0Bk/s1600/IMG_3034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrIzdym8Ncg/Te50KFnfnMI/AAAAAAAAAzk/DdgKbCwT0Bk/s320/IMG_3034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They read story's outside in a very tiny tent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wj6bcqqyhU/Te50H3_j1jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nC6bHMLr6r8/s1600/2011-06-04%25235+Justin%252BOlivia%252BRyan+reading+book+in+tent+on+deck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wj6bcqqyhU/Te50H3_j1jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/nC6bHMLr6r8/s320/2011-06-04%25235+Justin%252BOlivia%252BRyan+reading+book+in+tent+on+deck.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rode rides at the Mall of America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_B1Vh0Ot4g/Te50O193S5I/AAAAAAAAAzs/JKGEJEL-I-c/s1600/IMG_3057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_B1Vh0Ot4g/Te50O193S5I/AAAAAAAAAzs/JKGEJEL-I-c/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrsxIHOv-yQ/Te50RWfc-lI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zATHL-0RkdA/s1600/IMG_3065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrsxIHOv-yQ/Te50RWfc-lI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zATHL-0RkdA/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFQDFFPZlCc/Te50TvN6QeI/AAAAAAAAAz0/gmjUaf-nZuI/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFQDFFPZlCc/Te50TvN6QeI/AAAAAAAAAz0/gmjUaf-nZuI/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then, just before Ryan had to leave, we drove to the U of MN campus and stopped at the ROTC Armory.&amp;nbsp; We, well mostly me, finds it very cool we can take our kids back to the place Mommy and Daddy met before Olivia was even a twinkle in our eyes.&amp;nbsp; The campus looks older, with taller trees and a few new buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmsPomyjkWQ/Te50WkbLtMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qZW88nGsyag/s1600/IMG_3099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmsPomyjkWQ/Te50WkbLtMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qZW88nGsyag/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJfmJQHsUa0/Te50YrEAuZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6r8lni2zuos/s1600/IMG_3102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJfmJQHsUa0/Te50YrEAuZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6r8lni2zuos/s320/IMG_3102.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Many wonderful memories about our time there together were thought about today.&amp;nbsp; It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GW-7oeBK0Q/Te50aV3KVHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/60fuqSf8BCw/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GW-7oeBK0Q/Te50aV3KVHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/60fuqSf8BCw/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was time to say 'See-You-Later."&amp;nbsp; Olivia really misses Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3BebRpG4cc/Te50b6zGFrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LuWin74oomo/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3BebRpG4cc/Te50b6zGFrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LuWin74oomo/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As do Justin and I.&amp;nbsp; It was truly a blessing to see Ryan, even for a short time.&amp;nbsp; The kids needed to have him hug them, kiss them and read them stories.&amp;nbsp; Everyone really enjoyed themselves and it is less than a month, Ryan will be back and we'll hang out a bit before taking our time driving down to VA.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is very excited to go to our new house in VA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2349901689364525612?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2349901689364525612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2349901689364525612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2349901689364525612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2349901689364525612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-visit.html' title='Surprise Visit'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0fpp5qfcTU/Te50MA6uksI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OhJ3_dOwNAM/s72-c/IMG_3038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1189139896528025483</id><published>2011-06-03T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:45:42.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhXqtfRDwM/Tej_EjSVA7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/IDDL4yzAR8w/s1600/IMG_2996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhXqtfRDwM/Tej_EjSVA7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/IDDL4yzAR8w/s320/IMG_2996.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Pirates Life For Me!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwlP5LKLn-g/Tej_GS-h3mI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sJY6krzsKDE/s1600/IMG_3007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwlP5LKLn-g/Tej_GS-h3mI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sJY6krzsKDE/s320/IMG_3007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princess SweetPea and Queen Mommy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1189139896528025483?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1189139896528025483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1189139896528025483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1189139896528025483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1189139896528025483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/06/pirates-life-for-me-princess-sweetpea.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhXqtfRDwM/Tej_EjSVA7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/IDDL4yzAR8w/s72-c/IMG_2996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6119859677946368115</id><published>2011-06-02T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:06:41.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5f-crYuipc/TebfWMhgz0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/XwdiLmkE0Yc/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5f-crYuipc/TebfWMhgz0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/XwdiLmkE0Yc/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan receiving his latest medal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was extremely lucky to be able to visit Ryan in Oklahoma for Memorial Day weekend.&amp;nbsp; His parents kept both kids for almost 6 days so we could spend some one on one time together.&amp;nbsp; We splurged and got a killer deal for the Skirvin Hilton Hotel in downtown OKC.&amp;nbsp; It was the Skirvin Hotel back in the 1930s and 1940s, with very detail woodwork in the lobby.&amp;nbsp; Classic architecture has stood the test of time and the hotel stands out beautifully against the stark modern buildings nearby.&amp;nbsp; I was also lucky to witness Ryan getting his latest medal.&amp;nbsp; Can't remember what it was for but he definitely deserved it! Ironically, all the guys receiving the metal are married and I'm the only wife that could show up, the one who lives out of town (but I also didn't have any kids to tote around either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the award ceremony, we headed up to OKC and took an unexpected nap before heading out to Mantel's in Bricktown.&amp;nbsp; It was by far our priciest meal but worth every penny.&amp;nbsp; Ryan's pork, seasoned potatoes and asparagus melted in our mouths.&amp;nbsp; We could taste the smokey bacon in my tortellini and ate every bite.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we crazy love birds fed each other our meals and it was wonderful! Then we strolled around Bricktown before making a stop in Bass Pro Shop! Awesome store even if you don't purchase anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8-7HLQBMOk/TebfYCzeoaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wtYlu1_aZJw/s1600/IMG_2958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8-7HLQBMOk/TebfYCzeoaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wtYlu1_aZJw/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We met up with great friends on Friday, the Thomas Family and the Ritchey Family.&amp;nbsp; Both were traveling up to Tulsa for the weekend and stopped in to say hi in the city. The Thomas family met us at Toby Keith's Bar and Grill, allowing us to check off another eatery off our list.&amp;nbsp; It was great to see them and their wonderful daughter's one last time. FYI: the restaurant offers a one time deal to military members with an ID for a free meal...cheeseburger, fries and a pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cwIqIUNUxE/TebfaLZ2axI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zRT_lJxo4Q0/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cwIqIUNUxE/TebfaLZ2axI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zRT_lJxo4Q0/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lunch with the Thomas Family, we walked all the way over to the OKC Bombing Memorial.&amp;nbsp; It is by far the best memorial outside of Washington D.C. I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; The reflecting pool is flanked by two huge iron gates marked with 9:01 and 9:03, forever indicating the time when the city was changed forever, 9:02am on April 19, 1995.&amp;nbsp; I was in 5th grade, living in TX at the time, and remember seeing the destroyed building on the news.&amp;nbsp; Not quite understanding the full magnitude of the event when it happened, it is wonderful to come and walk through such a beautiful memorial.&amp;nbsp; The chairs behind us in the above picture represent every person who died in the bombing.&amp;nbsp; There are nine rows for the nine different floors of the building and behind the chairs, the wall is actually the back of the first floor of the building. You can see the destruction on the concreat even after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we met the Ritchey Family for dinner at the Bricktown Brewery.&amp;nbsp; Again, it was great to see such awesome friends before leaving the area for good.&amp;nbsp; Then we headed to the ball park to take in the Big 12 College Baseball tournament.&amp;nbsp; Oklahoma University played Kansas State University and even though they lost the game was great.&amp;nbsp; The ump made horrible calls against us (OU) and it was fun booing the ump and cheering on our team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVjT6op13ds/Tebfc-YwN1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/60xUkNFJrlk/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVjT6op13ds/Tebfc-YwN1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/60xUkNFJrlk/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GO OU!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Friday was by far our busiest day.&amp;nbsp; Saturday we headed down to Lawton to hang out with the Ross Family and BBQ.&amp;nbsp; It was great just to relax and hold their new baby girl (who's 4 months old but still a snuggler).&amp;nbsp; I even made homemade chocolate covered strawberry's, something I will be doing again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; The wind was kicking up all weekend and walking around downtown and Bricktown became quite difficult. We were literally getting blown over!&amp;nbsp; After lunch we headed to the Myraid Gardens, which was a bit of a disappointment due to the fact they just finished construction and everything was still growing.&amp;nbsp; Not many blooming flowers, and we weren't about to pay $6/person to walk through the Crystal Bridge containing flora from around the world.&amp;nbsp; It would be our luck to see a tree or bush from Thailand or Japan, places Ryan got to see for free! Between naps, we even saw the finish to the Indy 500. We both feel bad for the Rookie who almost won!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left on the first flight Monday morning and dreaded leaving Ryan back in OK but knew my babies needed me.&amp;nbsp; Olivia met me at the airport which was a complete and awesome surprise.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed my time with Ryan, a much needed vacation, but missed my kids more than I thought.&amp;nbsp; It was great to have them back in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoxpbUxqLSI/Tebferw32sI/AAAAAAAAAzU/faSXr-Iancc/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoxpbUxqLSI/Tebferw32sI/AAAAAAAAAzU/faSXr-Iancc/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this at 5:30am.&amp;nbsp; Put money in and the gate opens! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6119859677946368115?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6119859677946368115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6119859677946368115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6119859677946368115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6119859677946368115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5f-crYuipc/TebfWMhgz0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/XwdiLmkE0Yc/s72-c/IMG_2936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6669190756627956814</id><published>2011-05-21T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:00:39.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>olivia turns 4...part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LgBHSYIW5XE/Tdh6Eis6bKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/mMP2vlU48_A/s1600/DSC_8887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LgBHSYIW5XE/Tdh6Eis6bKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/mMP2vlU48_A/s320/DSC_8887.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4th Birthday!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt2IOGn2EdY/Tdh536RoYCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/nnr5vccdp_8/s1600/DSC_6356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt2IOGn2EdY/Tdh536RoYCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/nnr5vccdp_8/s320/DSC_6356.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making her wish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-xfBe2a0QE/Tdh59pq7jOI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1MsWouw9tFk/s1600/DSC_6368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-xfBe2a0QE/Tdh59pq7jOI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1MsWouw9tFk/s320/DSC_6368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited for her first computer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j1YjpNRSl4/Tdh6Lj4hftI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3tuBcO2ZeAk/s1600/DSC_8890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j1YjpNRSl4/Tdh6Lj4hftI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3tuBcO2ZeAk/s320/DSC_8890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New bedtime story book&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now that Aunt Katie and Papa are in town, since both have been working quite a bit lately, we celebrated Olivia's 4th birthday with pool time, yummy chocolate cake, and PRESENTS!&amp;nbsp; Olivia was getting so excited, after we told her we had to wait for Papa to finish getting ready for work tomorrow, we could celebrate her birthday.&amp;nbsp; So, what does she do? March right into Papa's office and tell him we're waiting for him and that she'd love to open her gifts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child will always assume kids get at least two birthday celebrations and Santa Claus visits 3 separate times at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; During this birthday celebrate the big hit was her new laptop computer.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Katie gave her the best LeapFrog beginner's laptop computer that can be personalized with her name for emails.&amp;nbsp; Olivia sat for a while after having her cake, playing 'doing business' and sending emails with her new computer.&amp;nbsp; She is growing up so fast, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our celebration, we went to the pool where Olivia and Nana practiced her swimming skills.&amp;nbsp; Just a few more visits and she'll officially become a fish. All in all her Birthday was a success again this year and we are so thankful to have her in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6669190756627956814?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6669190756627956814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6669190756627956814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6669190756627956814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6669190756627956814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/05/olivia-turns-4part-two.html' title='olivia turns 4...part two'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LgBHSYIW5XE/Tdh6Eis6bKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/mMP2vlU48_A/s72-c/DSC_8887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1055396840991839801</id><published>2011-05-21T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:48:08.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>olivia turns 4...part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jF2hgCVKR5Q/Tdh2LrKEsoI/AAAAAAAAAys/lNBDCRVPjnM/s1600/IMG_2731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jF2hgCVKR5Q/Tdh2LrKEsoI/AAAAAAAAAys/lNBDCRVPjnM/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ryan was unable to be with us when Olivia turned 4 on May 17th, we celebrated early on Mother's Day with his family at the local bowling alley.&amp;nbsp; Olivia has been talking about a bowling party for weeks and we could not pass up 99 cent games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was practically ours, since most families were off celebrating their Mother's at home, and we had a blast. Gammy kept Justin busy since he became fussy.&amp;nbsp; Olivia bowled her entire game, beating everyone by frame 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoyed blowing out her candles on her Dora the Explorer cake, from Lunds at Byerly's...the best cake I've had in a while.&amp;nbsp; Sweet butter cream frosting that is so rich it doesn't fully melt in your mouth, AND tastes like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents were abundant and of course she thoroughly enjoyed opening every single gift! Again, Olivia made quite the haul, with gifts ranging from a Dora the Explorer guitar to Barbie Princess Ballerina's.&amp;nbsp; Gammy even found a Tangled doll without a bunch of small pieces, another hit with Princess Sweetpea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was topped off with a spontaneous bubble blowing fest in the backyard and a NEW BIKE.&amp;nbsp; Once Mommy and Daddy realized Olivia's legs were too long for the 12" bike, a bigger and better 16" bike did the trick.&amp;nbsp; Although she's still getting used to the size, Olivia will enjoy riding her big girl bike just as fast as her tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: for some reason blogger only let me upload once photo.&amp;nbsp; I'll post some more as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1055396840991839801?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1055396840991839801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1055396840991839801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1055396840991839801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1055396840991839801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/05/olivia-turns-4part-one.html' title='olivia turns 4...part one'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jF2hgCVKR5Q/Tdh2LrKEsoI/AAAAAAAAAys/lNBDCRVPjnM/s72-c/IMG_2731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4777905273302337087</id><published>2011-05-11T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:39:51.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>After traveling on the road for two days, spending a week with Gammy and  Pop-pop's, and now here at Nana and Papa's, I can take a breath and  just sit.&amp;nbsp; I have much to update about.&amp;nbsp; Olivia's bowling birthday party  (celebrated early with Daddy), our trip to Nickelodeon Universe at the  Mall of America, aka the old Camp Snoopy, the drive north itself, and  selling out house.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and baby #3, all things are well and on  track.&amp;nbsp; Here's a little nibble for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICcOIOyR9WM/TcrJYWGyfKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9GhGPhhY3AI/s1600/IMG_2789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICcOIOyR9WM/TcrJYWGyfKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9GhGPhhY3AI/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah, moving is fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU-yqy3OL10/TcrJaOqhOCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/5lL2w4VzMCM/s1600/IMG_2804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU-yqy3OL10/TcrJaOqhOCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/5lL2w4VzMCM/s320/IMG_2804.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bubble time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNn2FfY01A/TcrJRkLcHOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kE1X4K_8v98/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNn2FfY01A/TcrJRkLcHOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kE1X4K_8v98/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoying my babies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4777905273302337087?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4777905273302337087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4777905273302337087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4777905273302337087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4777905273302337087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICcOIOyR9WM/TcrJYWGyfKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9GhGPhhY3AI/s72-c/IMG_2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7294826764642480939</id><published>2011-04-25T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:06:23.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory: Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4gir3CG6hA/TbX-MuG7CrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CoOoD_aIPOI/s1600/DSC_6287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4gir3CG6hA/TbX-MuG7CrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CoOoD_aIPOI/s320/DSC_6287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a very busy week ahead of us, I have to remember to slow down and enjoy my wonderful family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7294826764642480939?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7294826764642480939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7294826764642480939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7294826764642480939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7294826764642480939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommys-monday-memory-bliss.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory: Bliss'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4gir3CG6hA/TbX-MuG7CrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CoOoD_aIPOI/s72-c/DSC_6287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2316126639571634698</id><published>2011-04-23T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:50:22.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>I know I forgot my last Mommy's Monday Memory, but I got the stomach virus the Friday before and have been chilling out recovering.&amp;nbsp; My awesome Mom came down to help with the kids, then got sick herself, and stayed healthy enough for one day to travel home.&amp;nbsp; I love you Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we ventured on base to partake in the Easter Egg Hunt.&amp;nbsp; As most of you might know, it's sponsored by MWR, which is funded by purchases made through the PX and around base.&amp;nbsp; Well,...the public is invited to these events and I disagree with inviting them completely.&amp;nbsp; Parents ran, shoved, and pushed their way to collect as many eggs as possible (there were additional big money prizes in some eggs), leaving us single parents trying to get our kids to an area with eggs, just to have rude children grab the eggs from under my kids feet.&amp;nbsp; I will miss my friends here at good ole Ft Sill but will be glad to live someplace where the military is appreciated a bit more...wait, that's the MCCS, thanks goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only redeeming quality of the day was seeing Olivia's huge smile when she ran up to say hi to the Easter Bunny.&amp;nbsp; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYZSZOHHQb4/TbMn00848xI/AAAAAAAAAxM/w_8NktkjKRc/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was a bit unsure of the whole Easter Bunny situation.&amp;nbsp; He never cried, just did not want to even sit next to the big Bunny.&amp;nbsp; I did not force him, and he seemed cool with me trying to sit him next to the bunny but that was it.&amp;nbsp; After Olivia finishes watching "The Great Mouse Detective" we'll make banana bread muffins, hard boil eggs for the hunt tomorrow and make Daddy's Welcome Home sign.&amp;nbsp; Busy, busy, busy, but well worth the headache!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2316126639571634698?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2316126639571634698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2316126639571634698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2316126639571634698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2316126639571634698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1pfVFsw7jXU/TbMn-ix64eI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fZQQTnxjmHA/s72-c/IMG_2536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3253716585193991553</id><published>2011-04-12T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:32:09.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surgery postponed</title><content type='html'>We've decided to postpone Olivia surgery until after we move.&amp;nbsp; The surgery center here is not set up to accommodate young children.&amp;nbsp; They stated I was not allowed to stay with Olivia while she was being sedated. Sedation occurs in the OR which is sterile and I'm not allowed in the OR.&amp;nbsp; What kind of place doesn't accommodate scared children.&amp;nbsp; The least they could do was have some oral sedative, or gas mask available in the pre-op area so parents can comfort their small children.&amp;nbsp; I was just shocked and no body seemed to care.&amp;nbsp; They're reaction to my frustration was just boggling, and it seemed they didn't understand why I was hesitant to send my fully awake child into a strange room with masked people to have a gas mask applied for sedation.&amp;nbsp; The nerve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's right, I live in southwest Oklahoma, the most hick place on earth! But all is not lost.&amp;nbsp; I confirmed with Tricare West I can get Olivia's referral process started immediately upon moving, found a Children's Hospital and Clinic's of MN facility that accepts TriCare and new patients.&amp;nbsp; Plus, after explaining my situation, the nurse at Children's just giggled, informing me that I stay with my child for mild sedation before they are taken into the OR for deeper sedation.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love a place that deals with scared children on a daily basis! Plus, a nurse friend here didn't understand why I couldn't be with my child in the OR.&amp;nbsp; She stated parents can be sterilized for entry into the OR, no problem!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3253716585193991553?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3253716585193991553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3253716585193991553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3253716585193991553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3253716585193991553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/surgery-postponed.html' title='surgery postponed'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3513161232754598124</id><published>2011-04-11T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:01:27.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vv09nhgk5k/TaOjddMr78I/AAAAAAAAAxA/tVupwqMgyns/s1600/DSC_0726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vv09nhgk5k/TaOjddMr78I/AAAAAAAAAxA/tVupwqMgyns/s320/DSC_0726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Justin was only 2 weeks old in this picture.&amp;nbsp; As I look at him today, growing up with such a fantastic personality, and about to become a big brother, I suddenly miss the little squirt.&amp;nbsp; He's just a much bigger squirt getting into way more things than Olivia, who's becoming such a wonderful little lady.&amp;nbsp; I love my family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3513161232754598124?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3513161232754598124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3513161232754598124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3513161232754598124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3513161232754598124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommys-monday-memory_11.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vv09nhgk5k/TaOjddMr78I/AAAAAAAAAxA/tVupwqMgyns/s72-c/DSC_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1877039612709058390</id><published>2011-04-06T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:11:48.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surgery is scheduled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DBWCXgg0M/TZzw9pRGfHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adP52MR4MpI/s1600/IMG_2462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DBWCXgg0M/TZzw9pRGfHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adP52MR4MpI/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our little Princess SweetPea is getting her tonsils removed next Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like waiting til the last month in town to take her into major surgery.&amp;nbsp; However, she's been having trouble breathing at night and we've actually heard her stop all together. It was time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she was in the NICU the first 10 days of her life due to breathing problems, and a specialist did confirm she still had Striders&amp;nbsp; (don't know if I spelled that correctly) when she was just a few months old, we were concerned she had not outgrown Striders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After switching her to a toddler pillow, her nighttime breathing seemed to get better, but I just wanted an expert opinion.&amp;nbsp; Upon her examination, the ENT doctor confirmed she had Kissing Tonsils.&amp;nbsp; When she is just about to fall into deep sleep at night, her throat relaxes and her tonsils drop into the back of her throat and touch.&amp;nbsp; This competely blocks her airway causing her to wake up just enough to roll over.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how often this happens at night but the ENT doctor said they had to come out. Apparently, they are very very large.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even ask, and the doctor didn't even offer, to have to do a sleep study. That's fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next week, Nana's coming to help and SweetPea is going under the knife.&amp;nbsp; I remember my surgery in 2nd grade to get my tonsils removed and I remember eating a lot of ice cream and having a really sore throat for about a week.&amp;nbsp; I hope she can stay comfortable and I can keep enough liquids in her to keep everything moist and prevent any further discomfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1877039612709058390?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1877039612709058390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1877039612709058390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1877039612709058390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1877039612709058390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/surgery-is-scheduled.html' title='surgery is scheduled'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9DBWCXgg0M/TZzw9pRGfHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adP52MR4MpI/s72-c/IMG_2462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6597326389397360555</id><published>2011-04-04T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:22:35.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MY LOVES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8-CBnBcMs4/TZptpIJ_HlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nlcTPFfw0Xo/s1600/IMG_2460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8-CBnBcMs4/TZptpIJ_HlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nlcTPFfw0Xo/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgXgXQwzxNk/TZpt0d6B0zI/AAAAAAAAAw4/udK3fdCR2Ec/s1600/IMG_2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgXgXQwzxNk/TZpt0d6B0zI/AAAAAAAAAw4/udK3fdCR2Ec/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They each sleep with their Daddy Dolls every night and Olivia even took her Daddy to the commissary.&amp;nbsp; She walked with me holding on so tight to her doll.&amp;nbsp; I was really busy trying to get us out of the cold cold commissary I missed everyone admiring her, but I'm sure they were saying she's super cute!&amp;nbsp; Still teaching Justin not to bite down on Daddy's head like he bites down on his Cookie Monster's hands.&amp;nbsp; At least these dolls are machine washable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6597326389397360555?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6597326389397360555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6597326389397360555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6597326389397360555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6597326389397360555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommys-monday-memory.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8-CBnBcMs4/TZptpIJ_HlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nlcTPFfw0Xo/s72-c/IMG_2460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7426186243725173845</id><published>2011-04-02T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:46:40.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kids are cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQH0rM5pB-4/TZcn-3frqkI/AAAAAAAAAws/Ps3iivaq500/s1600/DSC_6177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQH0rM5pB-4/TZcn-3frqkI/AAAAAAAAAws/Ps3iivaq500/s320/DSC_6177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she likes to ride and he likes to push&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2CzZrj49X8/TZcoHwRxR1I/AAAAAAAAAww/aCL7e78_n6Y/s1600/DSC_6178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2CzZrj49X8/TZcoHwRxR1I/AAAAAAAAAww/aCL7e78_n6Y/s320/DSC_6178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;he got a big kick out of wearing the headphones&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Buyers want to close May 3rd, so there is lots to do between now and then.&amp;nbsp; And like most military moves, I'm doing this on my own.&amp;nbsp; Already set up TMO to come and pack us out, and will be paying friends in beer and pizza to help me move all our stuff back to the house from the storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY-UVGlsczA/TZcl48cPWqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7POI7ug1Ww4/s1600/DSC_6182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY-UVGlsczA/TZcl48cPWqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7POI7ug1Ww4/s320/DSC_6182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI to all my military friends, did you know that legally the moving company contracted by the government CANNOT enter a storage unit to repack its contents? That's correct, the military member is responsible for pulling all the contents out of the unit, and opening all the boxes.&amp;nbsp; The packers pack stuff back up to their satisfaction, then the military member moves it all back into the unit.&amp;nbsp; Repeat the process for the next howevermanydays until everything is finished.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, it's easier in the long run to move everything back here.&amp;nbsp; Besides, I can at least put boxes in the house in the rooms they are supposed to be in, that way everything should be in the right spot for unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, the kids are really enjoying the nice weather and their time outside.&amp;nbsp; The temps are finally getting warm from morning til night.&amp;nbsp; And our electric bill dropped about $100 this month, again with the yipee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZncreKt-Zsg/TZcmtYR3ukI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DBKjtKsGZkI/s1600/DSC_6179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZncreKt-Zsg/TZcmtYR3ukI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DBKjtKsGZkI/s320/DSC_6179.JPG" width="320" /&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/3051885598034151289-698562976546896640?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/698562976546896640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=698562976546896640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/698562976546896640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/698562976546896640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-april-foolswere-under-contract.html' title='no april fools...we&apos;re under contract'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY-UVGlsczA/TZcl48cPWqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7POI7ug1Ww4/s72-c/DSC_6182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4758116630027648911</id><published>2011-03-31T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:38:51.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>second showing's are nerve racking</title><content type='html'>So we've had some great interest in our house and we're actually getting a second showing today.&amp;nbsp; It's a man who flew in from out of town and has kids about the same age as ours.&amp;nbsp; Ryan and I figure he won't be leaving the area without putting an offer in on a house, we just want it to be ours!!&amp;nbsp; The cool thing was his realtor asked our realtor if we 1) are a short sale home (answer is a big fat NO), and 2) if we could close in 30 days. We CAN close in 30 days, YES YES YES!! I really hope he puts an offer in on the house.&amp;nbsp; I've already started thinking about what has to happen if an offer is accepted and asked my mom to come down and help.&amp;nbsp; Take care of two kids, while pregnant and having to watch packers treat our stuff nice, defineately deserves some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already getting ahead of myself because the man hasn't even come yet for his second showing.&amp;nbsp; I'm just wishing, hoping and praying he'll put an offer on the house.&amp;nbsp; The first couple that loved our home are locals and are taking their time. They didn't see our house for a second time and said it was over priced, WHICH IT IS NOT!! They just want everything for nothing, which we're not willing to do.&amp;nbsp; So my hopes lie with this new buyer to is actually coming for a second showing.&amp;nbsp; I'm more hopeful because his realtor called last night around dinner time telling me about coming by again today. That's good news, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd better wrap this up and finish wiping down the kitchen and vacuum.&amp;nbsp; SOOOO excited...don't get my hopes up, don't get my hopes up...crap, my hopes are up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4758116630027648911?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4758116630027648911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4758116630027648911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4758116630027648911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4758116630027648911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-showings-are-nerve-racking.html' title='second showing&apos;s are nerve racking'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6665464506053388217</id><published>2011-03-29T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:57:58.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our little fish</title><content type='html'>So far we have one little fish in our family.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is currently taking swimming lessons on base.&amp;nbsp; She gets the biggest smile on her face, loves to kick her legs and say, "swimming swimming swimming, i love swimming!" Since I have get to be with Olivia during lessons, Justin hangs out with his awesome babysitter, Maggie, the CO's eldest daughter.&amp;nbsp; She's great with Justin and he enjoys her company.&amp;nbsp; They hang out at the track at the gym during lessons, and are back in the car before Olivia and are finished getting dressed.&amp;nbsp; Although, today is cold and rainy so I think I'll just put the DVD player in the car and they can watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, as much fun as the swim lessons are, Olivia takes after me and does not like to put her face or head in the water.&amp;nbsp; I remember vividly as a child just not liking to get my hair wet.&amp;nbsp; Don't know why either.&amp;nbsp; During Olivia's lesson last week, the teacher introduced her to holding her breath and putting her nose and mouth in the water.&amp;nbsp; she did great the first try but then breathed in while her nose was underwater and started to choke.&amp;nbsp; I think she started herself a bit and didn't want to try again.&amp;nbsp; It's nice having someone else tell her what to due during lessons, so I can just refer back to, "the teacher said to try this, we must listen to the teacher." It helps a lot! I ment to have Olivia practice in our huge master bathtub over the weekend but alas she did not.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, today the pool is a bit warmer and she'll enjoy putting her head in the water while wearing her new swim goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think my morning sickness has kicked into low gear.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel sick, per say, just really don't want to eat anything (but I do or I really feel sick) and just want to sit and do nothing.&amp;nbsp; But, with two other kids, that doesn't get to happen, so at least the house is always clean and I can enjoy their company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6665464506053388217?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6665464506053388217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6665464506053388217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6665464506053388217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6665464506053388217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-little-fish.html' title='our little fish'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4632984394762277491</id><published>2011-03-29T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:41:32.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqX9namXiwE/TZH4JOTqMnI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DJRUBbEqrZg/s1600/DSC_6173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqX9namXiwE/TZH4JOTqMnI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DJRUBbEqrZg/s320/DSC_6173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be able to sleep in any position again and wake up refreshed!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4632984394762277491?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4632984394762277491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4632984394762277491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4632984394762277491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4632984394762277491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-monday-memory_29.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqX9namXiwE/TZH4JOTqMnI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DJRUBbEqrZg/s72-c/DSC_6173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-731249684068711979</id><published>2011-03-21T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:35:59.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uff25C4pT24/TYfCXY_YL4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cdg4BbjNg3c/s1600/IMG_2427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uff25C4pT24/TYfCXY_YL4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cdg4BbjNg3c/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iWppCoA-JyU/TYfCkYq6QhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LXXyEgpevC4/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iWppCoA-JyU/TYfCkYq6QhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LXXyEgpevC4/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Justin certainly takes after me when it comes to petting animals.&amp;nbsp; HE HATES IT!! Ok, that's an overstatement.&amp;nbsp; He was very interested in the baby chicks (in the green box behind him in the bottom picture), just couldn't reach far enough into the big box.&amp;nbsp; He'd just look at the baby bunny and stare at it, wondering what it really was.&amp;nbsp; You can kinda see his questioning expression in the bottom picture.&amp;nbsp; I tried to move his hand up to touch the extremely soft bunny fur, but he pulled away so I didn't push him.&amp;nbsp; Olivia on the other had was all about holding that baby bunny when the birthday girl wasn't holding him.&amp;nbsp; The kids were invited to a little girls 3rd birthday that had a petting zoo...hence the memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid being terrified to touch baby animals at petting zoo's.&amp;nbsp; Specifically, while living in Berlin, we'd travel to a place called Peacock Island, which had tons of peacocks living on the island, duh!&amp;nbsp; There were other animals on the island one day, or so I remember, maybe I'm mixing up two separate memories?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I did not want anything to do with the baby animals, can't even remember what aminals were present, just that I did not want to touch a single one.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough though, my dad forced my hand to touch the animal, while my parents are giggling at my sillyness of not wanting to touch the animals, as tears ran down my face.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, my parents are great, I just did not like to touch baby animals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-731249684068711979?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/731249684068711979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=731249684068711979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/731249684068711979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/731249684068711979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-monday-memory_21.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uff25C4pT24/TYfCXY_YL4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cdg4BbjNg3c/s72-c/IMG_2427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1926211237228537115</id><published>2011-03-18T17:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:58:32.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're on TV...ok, not really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/FESAhSw4y5U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FESAhSw4y5U?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FESAhSw4y5U?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I set up a YouTube channel so Ryan can watch video's of the kids on his phone.&amp;nbsp; Olivia wanted to run through the sprinklers yesterday during the warm afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Justin walked through the water a few times but wasn't a fan.&amp;nbsp; It really cooled us down.&amp;nbsp; I also got sand to fill up their sandbox.&amp;nbsp; They've played outside in the morning after breakfast for the last two days.&amp;nbsp; Wish we had a screen door, but at least there aren't many bugs to fly into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aFRN6wATFqY/TYPVaiyCwfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-kfM6ZyeAKQ/s1600/DSC_6129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aFRN6wATFqY/TYPVaiyCwfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-kfM6ZyeAKQ/s320/DSC_6129.JPG" width="320" /&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/3051885598034151289-1926211237228537115?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1926211237228537115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1926211237228537115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1926211237228537115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1926211237228537115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-set-up-youtube-channel-so-ryan-can.html' title='We&apos;re on TV...ok, not really!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aFRN6wATFqY/TYPVaiyCwfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-kfM6ZyeAKQ/s72-c/DSC_6129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8869084844924466059</id><published>2011-03-15T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:17:46.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory: A few days late</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have to get better and putting up my Mommy's Monday Memory on a Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I am reminded why I love my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He controls the TV remote at night so I can get some decent sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He cooks dinner after coming home from work because he knows I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;He plays with the kids so I can surf facebook and my friends blogs undisturbed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He buys the kids little gifts because "it was so cute in the store" or "they really need this."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He'll go to the commissary on payday weekend because I was too sick for two days and couldn't go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He'll eat a bowl of ice cream with me in bed while watching The Biggest Loser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to have lunch with me and the kids at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;He never asks for anything of material value for his birthday/Christmas when he knows people can't afford it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He's kind.&lt;br /&gt;He says I love you every day!&lt;br /&gt;He tells the kids I love you every day!&lt;br /&gt;He is the best father!&lt;br /&gt;He backs up my parenting decisions. &lt;br /&gt;He tells me I'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me how good of a mother I am despite my doubts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-34B7ekr62as/TYABaPKvbXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FS1JjBDHl2I/s1600/DSC_6099_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-34B7ekr62as/TYABaPKvbXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FS1JjBDHl2I/s320/DSC_6099_1.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the perfect man!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8869084844924466059?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8869084844924466059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8869084844924466059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8869084844924466059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8869084844924466059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-monday-memory-few-days-late_15.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory: A few days late'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-34B7ekr62as/TYABaPKvbXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FS1JjBDHl2I/s72-c/DSC_6099_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2372455492883954138</id><published>2011-03-12T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:23:11.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/z2EDaxziB4o/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2EDaxziB4o?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2EDaxziB4o?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wanted to test out uploading videos from our new YouTube channel aptly named OurAdventureAwaits.&amp;nbsp; TheCollinsFamily was already taken so I took our blog name instead.&amp;nbsp; The video was shot today at the park.&amp;nbsp; Didn't know Justin loved the swings so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2372455492883954138?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2372455492883954138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2372455492883954138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2372455492883954138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2372455492883954138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7967356083612963057</id><published>2011-03-11T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:46:25.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Expecting</title><content type='html'>Olivia and Justin will become a bigger sister and big brother in November 2011.&amp;nbsp; We are expecting bundle of joy #3 and are so very excited! In keeping all three kids (wow, first time I've said that, and it feels pretty normal) about 2 years apart, now is the perfect time.&amp;nbsp; On top of that, Ryan will be deep into EWS, our family routine will be set and adding one more to the hustle and bustle won't be a problem!&amp;nbsp; At Ryan's Change of Command yesterday, he announced we were expecting and everyone was so surprised and happy for us.&amp;nbsp; It was grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-K5JT-b6Isvs/TXpd-J95lvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wTfpbykfue0/s1600/DSC_6068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-K5JT-b6Isvs/TXpd-J95lvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wTfpbykfue0/s320/DSC_6068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; So far, I haven't had any physical symptoms but I am sure that will change soon.&amp;nbsp; My dreams became very vivid and crazy, my first indication I was pregnant even before the test came out positive.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to keep my eating under control since I always seem to crave sweets and give into those craving during my first trimester.&amp;nbsp; Although, making my own version of IHop pancakes complete with cherry topping and whipped cream for breakfast isn't helping, but it tasted so goooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hg4Wj3ufkms/TXpeG9-wuWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0V6B17VD5ho/s1600/DSC_6097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hg4Wj3ufkms/TXpeG9-wuWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0V6B17VD5ho/s320/DSC_6097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Upon telling Olivia she was going to be a big sister again, she responded by questioning whether or not she was going to get taller.&amp;nbsp; She really didn't understand what I was talking about, but now has slowly figured it out.&amp;nbsp; She's requested a baby sister!&amp;nbsp; I have the whole time on video and crack up each time I watch it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OsP207BXiDE/TXpeI6cYHuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dyzbopGd0WI/s1600/DSC_6099_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OsP207BXiDE/TXpeI6cYHuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dyzbopGd0WI/s320/DSC_6099_1.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's the picture of two semi-sane people before the crazy life of moving, pregnancy, a hot summer, and 3 kids take over our lives.&amp;nbsp; Oh, wait, we've already started the process, haha.&amp;nbsp; We love our family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7967356083612963057?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7967356083612963057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7967356083612963057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7967356083612963057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7967356083612963057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/were-expecting.html' title='We&apos;re Expecting'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-K5JT-b6Isvs/TXpd-J95lvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wTfpbykfue0/s72-c/DSC_6068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2818941444117807631</id><published>2011-03-07T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:09:19.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every now and then, us girls need a day out.&amp;nbsp; I took Olivia out with me to get my hair cut before heading to the mall to get new clothes for her.&amp;nbsp; I thought these pictures would forever stay on my cell phone, because that's what happened with every other cell phone I've owned.&amp;nbsp; Not anymore.&amp;nbsp; I can share these memories with you.&amp;nbsp; Words cannot express my love for this little girl.&amp;nbsp; I kept asking her for a good smile and I kept getting goofy faces.&amp;nbsp; I'll take the goofy faces any day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6l5hOZMNPcw/TXVWyN3A0yI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5ZQ-0AovR7M/s1600/Photo0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6l5hOZMNPcw/TXVWyN3A0yI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5ZQ-0AovR7M/s320/Photo0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GC1pmPY70QU/TXVW0AW2BrI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Q0OEWGrFHz8/s1600/Photo0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GC1pmPY70QU/TXVW0AW2BrI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Q0OEWGrFHz8/s320/Photo0013.jpg" width="320" /&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/3051885598034151289-2818941444117807631?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2818941444117807631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2818941444117807631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2818941444117807631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2818941444117807631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-monday-memory.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6l5hOZMNPcw/TXVWyN3A0yI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5ZQ-0AovR7M/s72-c/Photo0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4894178725418498351</id><published>2011-03-01T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:42:27.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory: A few days late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5VoTUJ1uFA4/TW0hamw-bpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_J1LvuylIvo/s1600/IMG_2268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5VoTUJ1uFA4/TW0hamw-bpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_J1LvuylIvo/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PzoUJ4S4lcA/TW0hmpVN58I/AAAAAAAAAvk/LkLAgXtcxzs/s1600/IMG_2269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PzoUJ4S4lcA/TW0hmpVN58I/AAAAAAAAAvk/LkLAgXtcxzs/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These two wonderful faces make everything stressful in my life worth it!! I might get irritated and need my "me" time, but I wouldn't trade anything in the world to give up being their mom.&amp;nbsp; I love you Princess Sweetpea and Little Man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4894178725418498351?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4894178725418498351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4894178725418498351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4894178725418498351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4894178725418498351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-monday-memory-few-days-late.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory: A few days late'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5VoTUJ1uFA4/TW0hamw-bpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_J1LvuylIvo/s72-c/IMG_2268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3953947927884308266</id><published>2011-02-21T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:54:12.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YS1y_bYGXc/TWMUOTSliBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Kf04dhDTe00/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YS1y_bYGXc/TWMUOTSliBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Kf04dhDTe00/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rmvy1-rAuAk/TWMUWw12AoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/a4lpRmdFEOQ/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rmvy1-rAuAk/TWMUWw12AoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/a4lpRmdFEOQ/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4xJft4aS6g/TWMUgSMtgUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UI9L2iyOKWY/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4xJft4aS6g/TWMUgSMtgUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UI9L2iyOKWY/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the last major projects in staging the house was turning Justin's room back to beige to match the rest of the house.&amp;nbsp; I painted his room by myself while 7 months pregnant.&amp;nbsp; It took 3 days and stunk up the entire house.&amp;nbsp; We brought our little boy home to his room and it took only 1 day to turn it back beige.&amp;nbsp; Ryan and I splurged on the low VOC paint and it worked very well.&amp;nbsp; Many wonderful memories took place in that room.&amp;nbsp; Watching him sleep like an angel, rolling over, standing up, playing hide and go seek.&amp;nbsp; We'll miss that color blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63y8N_7433Q/TWMVpm2MWyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7kY4Um8KCp8/s1600/DSC_5985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63y8N_7433Q/TWMVpm2MWyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7kY4Um8KCp8/s320/DSC_5985.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;February 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtwhaBX0s3E/TWMXC1p2puI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MM8P6JoYSw0/s1600/DSC_5988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtwhaBX0s3E/TWMXC1p2puI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MM8P6JoYSw0/s320/DSC_5988.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;little man in his new room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3953947927884308266?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3953947927884308266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3953947927884308266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3953947927884308266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3953947927884308266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/02/mommys-monday-memory.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YS1y_bYGXc/TWMUOTSliBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Kf04dhDTe00/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1165067629225688323</id><published>2011-02-19T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:51:52.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stressing</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming sale of our home...yes, we're moving and must sell our home, I've been stressing over decluttering and cleaning for weeks now.&amp;nbsp; It took months to interview several realtors until we found one we thought could sell our home the best.&amp;nbsp; It took months to complete repairs on the house and yard.&amp;nbsp; My daughter's room is not longer pink and tomorrow my son's room will no longer be blue.&amp;nbsp; We're getting stuff out of the house and buying things to stage the house.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, keeping this house clean will be a challenge with two little toddlers running around the house but not as horrible as I thought since most of our stuff is out of the house.&amp;nbsp; Everything will have its own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after all this stress (and Ryan can verify), I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; Most of the major projects are done, its just the little things to finish up.&amp;nbsp; But I see the end in sight.&amp;nbsp; Once I find a routine for getting the kids and home ready for a showing, I think I'll start really relaxing.&amp;nbsp; I have my knitting projects ready to go and movies on the DVR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely understand how my friend Robin felt getting her family ready to move to Egypt.&amp;nbsp; They could only stay a few months before evacuating but enjoyed every minute of it, something I'm sure all the headaches made well worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with a cute photo of the kids.&amp;nbsp; They always brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlMLDj7f4GE/TWBzkVFLvDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/0dLSmijaO-g/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlMLDj7f4GE/TWBzkVFLvDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/0dLSmijaO-g/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeding the ducks in medicine park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1165067629225688323?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1165067629225688323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1165067629225688323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1165067629225688323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1165067629225688323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/02/stressing.html' title='stressing'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlMLDj7f4GE/TWBzkVFLvDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/0dLSmijaO-g/s72-c/IMG_2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3331449753170767275</id><published>2011-02-14T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:44:18.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yikes! I can officially say I'm in my late twenty's, early part of the late-twenty's or later part of my mid-twenty's.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I'm super excited.&amp;nbsp; A wonderful woman who is fast becoming a great friend...no, wait, she's already a great friend!, wanted to celebrate my birthday along with another wonderful woman who's birthday was the 11th.&amp;nbsp; So, yesterday, Ryan came home so I could go sans kids to lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to celebrate with the ladies.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Traci!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_8EanS0Rzs/TVaKUcmL7ZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Qr-sIZy6oZ4/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_8EanS0Rzs/TVaKUcmL7ZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Qr-sIZy6oZ4/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvNOtlaG5PQ/TVaKfQpwkZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/R1h6yPYnvWU/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvNOtlaG5PQ/TVaKfQpwkZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/R1h6yPYnvWU/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Traci!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.S. Then I went to Victoria's Secret and got my first post-baby bra.&amp;nbsp; It was a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6063690809708105535?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6063690809708105535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6063690809708105535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6063690809708105535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6063690809708105535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_8EanS0Rzs/TVaKUcmL7ZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Qr-sIZy6oZ4/s72-c/IMG_2168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7678481597326337202</id><published>2011-02-06T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:34:35.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BRsZ1DsI/AAAAAAAAAus/QNZeg39zrNQ/s1600/DSC_5861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BRsZ1DsI/AAAAAAAAAus/QNZeg39zrNQ/s320/DSC_5861.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BawcKroI/AAAAAAAAAuw/WrTwn-UqqwQ/s1600/DSC_5866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BawcKroI/AAAAAAAAAuw/WrTwn-UqqwQ/s320/DSC_5866.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BnVgURSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/K4Aub7fPGEQ/s1600/DSC_5870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BnVgURSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/K4Aub7fPGEQ/s320/DSC_5870.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first snow angel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weather cleared up a bit and the temp warmed up a few degrees, Olivia desperately wanted to go outside.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, we had her snow gear from Christmas and so she and I ventured out.&amp;nbsp; She LOVED running around the yard, and sliding down the snow pile at the end of the driveway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a 180* reaction from Christmas, when she did not even want to make a snow angel.&amp;nbsp; But to give her credit, the snow at Nana and Papa's house was over her knees and she couldn't walk. I even had trouble walking which I am sure she took as a big problem and freaked out about walking herself, really do not blame her.&amp;nbsp; This time the snow was the perfect depth so she felt confident about getting "stuck."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures of Justin in the snow, as soon as we get him snow boots.&amp;nbsp; Oklahoma does not even sell snow shovels and what they consider winter boots will not make the cut for MN winters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia, despite rosy cheeks, did not want to come inside and would have played until she couldn't feel her toes if we let her.&amp;nbsp; Her giggles filled the air as she bound from one snow drift to another.&amp;nbsp; She kept talking about Dora and her friends, making up stories about playing with them while scooping up snow in her tiny sand shovel.&amp;nbsp; It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7678481597326337202?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7678481597326337202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7678481597326337202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7678481597326337202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7678481597326337202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html' title='snow day'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TU7BRsZ1DsI/AAAAAAAAAus/QNZeg39zrNQ/s72-c/DSC_5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-910112900526136651</id><published>2011-02-01T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T09:12:29.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter wonderland</title><content type='html'>Last night we had power and heat! Yipee!! Once again the Oklahoma weather has delivered a winter storm that comes in as a close second to last years ice storm, which ironically hit on the last weekend in January as well.&amp;nbsp; After struggling with the decision to fly north or ride out the storm, we chose to stay and are glad.&amp;nbsp; The heat is working and we get to hang out with Daddy all day since the base is closed.&amp;nbsp; We have about 2 inches of snow in the yard but the drifts are about a foot or so.&amp;nbsp; Winds are whipping around the house like crazy but the snowflakes are getting bigger.&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is, the Super Bowl won't be canceled because its supposed to warm up into the 50s by the end of the week.&amp;nbsp; Nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUgUd7VQ8bI/AAAAAAAAAug/3T9cY7N9ceY/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUgUd7VQ8bI/AAAAAAAAAug/3T9cY7N9ceY/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The first year we were here, power went out for 4 hours and the roads stayed clear.&amp;nbsp; Last year, we lost power for over a week, lived in a hotel, the kids and I flew home to recover and we had no water once the power came back on because the pumps were still busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR, this last weekend of January is unseasonably warm.&amp;nbsp; Enough so that the kids were out in summer clothes because it hit 75 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0i9lvllI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YAmQCvOr03k/s1600/DSC_5793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0i9lvllI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YAmQCvOr03k/s320/DSC_5793.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;carried that bat everywhere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0rj7VtfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dzDspVYPDqA/s1600/DSC_5802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0rj7VtfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dzDspVYPDqA/s320/DSC_5802.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attempting to ring her bell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0zl5x1fI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Dt9QwS8IKQI/s1600/DSC_5804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0zl5x1fI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Dt9QwS8IKQI/s320/DSC_5804.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's getting so darn tall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN07_wTJxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qVpc8JGgvJ4/s1600/DSC_5817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN07_wTJxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qVpc8JGgvJ4/s320/DSC_5817.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I am getting the kids dressed, I am excited because Olivia's crocs from last summer still fit but I realized Justin does not own a pair of summer shoes.&amp;nbsp; Duh, he's never needed them because last summer he wasn't even walking, silly mommy!&amp;nbsp; I end up taking the kids out for a run, I ran and they chilled out in the jogger, and we met Ryan at the end of his run.&amp;nbsp; Running as a family is so much fun!!&amp;nbsp; Can't wait for summer weather and to be rid of this Oklahoma winter wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the good news ends there.&amp;nbsp; In three days, we are going to drop into the 20s and our little old Highway 62 will be the dividing point for snow to the north and ice to the south.&amp;nbsp; That highway is only a mile north of our house as the birds fly, actually, not even a mile.&amp;nbsp; We just hope that this storm is not very bad and the weathermen are correct and the temp will rise fast again to the 40s on Wed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2940354836863720114?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2940354836863720114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2940354836863720114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2940354836863720114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2940354836863720114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/unseasonably-warm.html' title='unseasonably warm'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TUN0i9lvllI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YAmQCvOr03k/s72-c/DSC_5793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2035172508135300045</id><published>2011-01-24T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:02:56.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TT48WccjgII/AAAAAAAAAuM/LXzfJYSErko/s1600/DSC_5745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TT48WccjgII/AAAAAAAAAuM/LXzfJYSErko/s320/DSC_5745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walked by Justin's room this weekend and found him cozy in the rocker in his room reading a book.&amp;nbsp; He is finally interested in sitting long enough to check out a book.&amp;nbsp; I read &lt;u&gt;The Eye Book&lt;/u&gt; by Dr. Seuss to him most nights and I think its become his favorite story. He's so sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2035172508135300045?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2035172508135300045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2035172508135300045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2035172508135300045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2035172508135300045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/mommys-monday-memory.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TT48WccjgII/AAAAAAAAAuM/LXzfJYSErko/s72-c/DSC_5745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8521248058665885311</id><published>2011-01-23T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:54:22.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear Plunge &amp; 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRhj3PdpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mtHqnUkwKIw/s1600/IMG_2039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRhj3PdpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mtHqnUkwKIw/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, I got the privilege to run my first race without the Kiddos!&amp;nbsp; MWR sponsored the Polar Bear Plunge and 5K.&amp;nbsp; It was bitterly cold when I left the house and on the 30 min or so drive to the lake for the run, the temperature dropped 17* but thankfully warmed up a bit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRpVQy_zI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Ymtfq400lbU/s1600/IMG_2040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRpVQy_zI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Ymtfq400lbU/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyQ9LVgx8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ekB_nTRgC3g/s1600/DSC_5725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyQ9LVgx8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ekB_nTRgC3g/s320/DSC_5725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRFcPnBiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ePWrjCbnK3Y/s1600/DSC_5737.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRFcPnBiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ePWrjCbnK3Y/s320/DSC_5737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRNY6LeCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iHjieWp5Ahk/s1600/DSC_5741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRNY6LeCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iHjieWp5Ahk/s320/DSC_5741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So happy to see Ryan and kids at the finish line for me. Although, I was told Olivia got super exited for Elmo and Cookie monster who finished just minutes before me, but she still waved and smiled when I rounded the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRVcYYmmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/RtcQpw7sGsM/s1600/DSC_5744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRVcYYmmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/RtcQpw7sGsM/s320/DSC_5744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not bad for no real training and the last 5K I ran was the Devil Dog Run back in September.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice little course, no time chips, so we just ran 1.5 miles out then made a quick U-turn.&amp;nbsp; There were hills which weren't a problem but the banking the curves took was killer on my knees and ankles.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the fact I need new running shoes, which I have, but never ran with so I didn't want to start out racing with brand new shoes.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed the run and even though I finished faster than I thought I would, I still want to do better!!! Go figure, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyR226mLEI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GpF5MRRTu9M/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyR226mLEI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GpF5MRRTu9M/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan took the kids back to the house and I stuck around for the door prizes, which I didn't win, and to witness the crazy people plunging into the lake.&amp;nbsp; I knew if I went into the lake I'd get sick so I just kept as warm as possible on the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8521248058665885311?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8521248058665885311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8521248058665885311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8521248058665885311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8521248058665885311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/polar-bear-plunge-5k.html' title='Polar Bear Plunge &amp; 5K'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTyRhj3PdpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mtHqnUkwKIw/s72-c/IMG_2039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8869000431836604522</id><published>2011-01-20T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:08:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNQQ-xzVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/B7WcyaV3myM/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNQQ-xzVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/B7WcyaV3myM/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm silly!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Normally, if the kids and I are in town around lunch time we meet up with Ryan.&amp;nbsp; The hospital is our favorite place to go since we can all get a warm meal for around $10 total.&amp;nbsp; It's great! I always carry the camera with me just in case and the other day we were getting bored waiting for Ryan to arrive so we took some photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNaFbLLPI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Cuw_g8_jcaA/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNaFbLLPI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Cuw_g8_jcaA/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe one day he'll actually wear a Marine cover to work!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNjOMh8MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZBaMPcvRZTM/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNjOMh8MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZBaMPcvRZTM/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves putting on daddy's cover&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNqgzG8YI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lJ4Y6whLxnE/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNqgzG8YI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lJ4Y6whLxnE/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe she'll wear a Marine cover to work too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNzXwMiLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Fos6ZOHANzI/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNzXwMiLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Fos6ZOHANzI/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThN8J-2-XI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ScMuA-0AYBY/s1600/IMG_2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThN8J-2-XI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ScMuA-0AYBY/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is with all these pictures?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOETZjiKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/W4jV07Ve4VU/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOETZjiKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/W4jV07Ve4VU/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ooo, what's that?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThONNCysOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FhQzHILbAn8/s1600/IMG_2022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThONNCysOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FhQzHILbAn8/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she really wanted a picture with mommy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOWLWK_ZI/AAAAAAAAAto/GF6rAngE7P4/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOWLWK_ZI/AAAAAAAAAto/GF6rAngE7P4/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i am cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOfkGootI/AAAAAAAAAts/9P0_8UDsW14/s1600/IMG_2029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThOfkGootI/AAAAAAAAAts/9P0_8UDsW14/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing because she can&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8869000431836604522?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8869000431836604522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8869000431836604522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8869000431836604522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8869000431836604522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting-for-daddy.html' title='waiting for daddy'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TThNQQ-xzVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/B7WcyaV3myM/s72-c/IMG_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-818131356058994383</id><published>2011-01-17T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:22:38.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>painting marathon has begun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTfaGv1pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5nqowhWiJ2M/s1600/DSC_5620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTfaGv1pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5nqowhWiJ2M/s320/DSC_5620.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We've started the massive job of painting the kids rooms.&amp;nbsp; I took everything off Olivia's walls, including her curtains, a few days ago and spackled all the holes.&amp;nbsp; It took all day to paint the little pink room so I don't even want to start on Justin's yet.&amp;nbsp; He's got higher ceilings, yuk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTnyCxj7I/AAAAAAAAAs8/snY4HQrmVy4/s1600/DSC_5701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTnyCxj7I/AAAAAAAAAs8/snY4HQrmVy4/s320/DSC_5701.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the jackpot when we found an entire gallon of paint with our address on it in the garage.&amp;nbsp; Took it to the paint store who told us it was still good paint.&amp;nbsp; Not bad for living in the extreme heat and cold of the garage for nearly 3 years.&amp;nbsp; However, our luck turned sour when the paint would come off the wall every time we'd roller over a drying patch.&amp;nbsp; The builders used cheap paint so even though we saved a bit of money, we had to put two coats of beige on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids went to bed, Olivia slept on her mattress in her brother's room, Ryan and I used the little paint we had left and applied a second coat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTwZO6_4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vTdBw6s5ERA/s1600/DSC_5704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTwZO6_4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vTdBw6s5ERA/s320/DSC_5704.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This morning I finished up by painting the trim, door and window sill.&amp;nbsp; Her room now looks like it did when we first moved in...tear!&amp;nbsp; Just have to paint the built-in shelves in her closet and her room is officially done.&amp;nbsp; She's already asked to have her pink room back, but I've assured her that for her new room, she can help pick out everything that is pink and she's a bit happier now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTST5YF7WBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dyu7WkSGn_0/s1600/DSC_5706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTST5YF7WBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dyu7WkSGn_0/s320/DSC_5706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-818131356058994383?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/818131356058994383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=818131356058994383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/818131356058994383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/818131356058994383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/painting-marathon-has-begun.html' title='painting marathon has begun...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTSTfaGv1pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5nqowhWiJ2M/s72-c/DSC_5620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7224859603529371850</id><published>2011-01-15T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:57:55.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma City Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjETB1EII/AAAAAAAAAsI/pygfJvUT7AY/s1600/DSC_5633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjETB1EII/AAAAAAAAAsI/pygfJvUT7AY/s320/DSC_5633.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before returning our Pike Passes, we decided to make one more run up to the city to get some running shoes.&amp;nbsp; Since it was such a nice day, we surprised the kids with a trip to the zoo afterwords.&amp;nbsp; Olivia wanted to see the elephants, Ryan wanted to see the lions and Olivia told us Justin wanted to see the monkeys.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to have fun (and see the elephants, too).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjMaO3FmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IievQimg-ok/s1600/DSC_5637.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjMaO3FmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IievQimg-ok/s320/DSC_5637.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the temperature around 50 degrees, not many people were out and about...including the animals.&amp;nbsp; As we passed the giraffe enclosure, some maintenance workers were putting up an extra fence so the giraffe's were inside their big barn.&amp;nbsp; Had to come back to see the giraffes later, bummer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjUSIz-hI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/8nuFmArPdTc/s1600/DSC_5652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjUSIz-hI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/8nuFmArPdTc/s320/DSC_5652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup, just like in the refuge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the winter being construction season at the zoo, some paths were closed to build bigger and better animal habitats.&amp;nbsp; One walkway closure was near the American Bison exhibit so Justin got to run around and loved putting his little hands through the chain link fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjcah8fcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/p-TJn7JYmMo/s1600/DSC_5653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjcah8fcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/p-TJn7JYmMo/s320/DSC_5653.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was also the sunbathing Kangaroos.&amp;nbsp; The male kangaroo was sprawled out on his back with his crown jewels for the world to see.&amp;nbsp; Olivia, being the inquisitive little 3 year old she is, asked what's that between his legs? Ryan and I had no idea what answer to give her, so we just told her the truth.&amp;nbsp; "He's a boy and those are his balls." She seems satisfied with that answer and proceeded on down the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjkUCH-YI/AAAAAAAAAsY/r-363-KcqA0/s1600/DSC_5660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjkUCH-YI/AAAAAAAAAsY/r-363-KcqA0/s320/DSC_5660.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;olivia with the female kangaroo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;It started to get late and we hadn't eaten lunch yet so we headed over to the Lion exhibit before making our way out of the park.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved looking at the lions and had even more fun playing monkey by climbing all over the bronze statues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjs4r29tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/W2AWanyk47k/s1600/DSC_5675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjs4r29tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/W2AWanyk47k/s320/DSC_5675.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The best part of the entire trip was seeing the bobcat up close and personal.&amp;nbsp; He (or she) kept pacing in the exhibit (I actually felt a bit sad for the animal because they pace due to boredom or stress).&amp;nbsp; Justin and Olivia got a kick out of having this big kitty cat so darn close to their faces.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I got a kick out of it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJqrTpNupI/AAAAAAAAAss/wND2YRUIpgA/s1600/DSC_5682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJqrTpNupI/AAAAAAAAAss/wND2YRUIpgA/s320/DSC_5682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;stopped just for me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJj03WoR4I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vu8MYIpPkx4/s1600/DSC_5681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJj03WoR4I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vu8MYIpPkx4/s320/DSC_5681.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the construction, the elephant exhibit was closed.&amp;nbsp; Don't know  where the elephants were being housed, but their exhibit was getting  revamped and construction workers were everywhere.&amp;nbsp; So, we hiked back to  the other side of the zoo to see the giraffe's who were finally let out  of their barn, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJrVpcli9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/xTlOBCZzQoo/s1600/DSC_5695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJrVpcli9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/xTlOBCZzQoo/s320/DSC_5695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kids are tired and didn't want to face the camera, what's new?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered that we took the kids pictures on an  elephant at the front of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJnq33GF4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/TnhJFDhbMrw/s1600/DSC_5628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJnq33GF4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/TnhJFDhbMrw/s200/DSC_5628.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJny9S3NhI/AAAAAAAAAso/hE8l4FDYZII/s1600/DSC_5631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJny9S3NhI/AAAAAAAAAso/hE8l4FDYZII/s200/DSC_5631.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that the baby elephant statue was across from the elephant enclosure  that last time Ryan and I were at the zoo, waaaay back in 2005.&amp;nbsp; So,  why aren't the elephants here at the front of the park in their old home  instead of the Red Rhinos? Well...a friend said they were shipped up to  the Tulsa Zoo to try and mate.&amp;nbsp; Let hope they're successful because  Olivia was very disappointed she couldn't see the elephants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day and a great adventure for the family.&amp;nbsp; It was Justin's first time at a zoo and we think he actually asked, "what's that?" outside the hog exhibit.&amp;nbsp; Our baby boy is growing up way to fast.&amp;nbsp; But, we did get so see some elephants, from the San Diego Zoo and their LiveCam of their elephants.&amp;nbsp; Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandiegozoo.org/elephantcam/"&gt;http://www.sandiegozoo.org/elephantcam/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7224859603529371850?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7224859603529371850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7224859603529371850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7224859603529371850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7224859603529371850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/oklahoma-city-zoo.html' title='Oklahoma City Zoo'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TTJjETB1EII/AAAAAAAAAsI/pygfJvUT7AY/s72-c/DSC_5633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2240774485430742992</id><published>2011-01-12T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:52:39.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, after over a year of being away, Auntie Katie has come for a visit!!!&amp;nbsp; It was such a pleasure to have her here, if only for a while.&amp;nbsp; She works and travels all over the world so doesn't get to see family very often.&amp;nbsp; Our parents visited her a few times over the last year in several locations but I haven't seen her since Justin was 10 days old.&amp;nbsp; Sure, we skype but its just not the same.&amp;nbsp; She flew into Dallas to visit a friend and drove up here the next day.&amp;nbsp; We immediately went out shopping, WITHOUT kids!!! A visit to the PX was a must to see what deals we could snag. She was in dire need for a new set of sunglasses, and we each ended up getting the exact same pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx52dYQf0I/AAAAAAAAArY/NrnBSS1NHEE/s1600/102_4628.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx52dYQf0I/AAAAAAAAArY/NrnBSS1NHEE/s320/102_4628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We tried on tons of clothes! She, again, was in dire need of some items that only the good ol US of A can supply and I never get to try on anything when the kids are with me.&amp;nbsp; Did we use seperate dressing rooms? Of course not, we're sisters! We took over the largest dressing room then made fun of the clothes that didn't fit us.&amp;nbsp; This beauty was actually really cute on me, but a tad small in the shoulders.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the gigantic smiley face on my chest...um, no, not going to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx56NQlKHI/AAAAAAAAArc/volPl48UpL4/s1600/102_4633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx56NQlKHI/AAAAAAAAArc/volPl48UpL4/s320/102_4633.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;loved the shirt...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx58_qv0nI/AAAAAAAAArg/MYKYIexAgXE/s1600/102_4634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx58_qv0nI/AAAAAAAAArg/MYKYIexAgXE/s320/102_4634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got eyes for boobs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Olivia was in heaven because there was someone here that would play a bazillion games of Candyland.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Katie was so nice and played til colored cards came out her ears. She was so patient with Olivia and helped her when she missed a space or something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx6FG6EMmI/AAAAAAAAArk/q8aiZtSmgTc/s1600/DSC_5590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx6FG6EMmI/AAAAAAAAArk/q8aiZtSmgTc/s320/DSC_5590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx6OQadgKI/AAAAAAAAAro/poc6Zsi3TUw/s1600/DSC_5599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx6OQadgKI/AAAAAAAAAro/poc6Zsi3TUw/s320/DSC_5599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;more games...this time Pretty Pretty Princess&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The first night she was here we took her up to Meers for their world  famous Longhorn Burgers, plus I really didn't feel like cooking.&amp;nbsp; It's  only the second time we ate up there but I just had to take her.&amp;nbsp; Such a  hole in the wall, she loved it! With all her travels around the world,  she gets to partake in many culinary experiences I just thought this was  too good to pass up...unique location with unique food. Who knows, maybe she'll eat abroad and find  someone else who actually knows what is in a Meersburger.&amp;nbsp; The next day  we spent doing absolutely nothing! It was so nice.&amp;nbsp; She got to relax and  I had help with the kids, mwhaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5k9NQ_QNI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzdKAQOHIRY/s1600/DSC_5610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5k9NQ_QNI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzdKAQOHIRY/s320/DSC_5610.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since she spent Christmas in China this year, we saved her gifts and had the kids help her open small, travel ready items...a calender and perfume! Her time with us was limited but we're rather boring so it was ok.&amp;nbsp; Haha, seriously though, she loved hanging out and playing with the kids and just relaxing.&amp;nbsp; We went to bed early and got up early with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Katie got much needed rest after burning the candle at both ends for a while and traveling half way around the world, and away from her boyfriend (who's a really great guy)!!&amp;nbsp; The last day, I made her an appointment with my hair stylist who cut and colored her hair.&amp;nbsp; Traveling abroad means you can't always find a stylist who can speak enough English to convey to you she knows NOT to chop off all your hair and color it purple.&amp;nbsp; I love her new cut and the color was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; We ate at Atlanta Bread Company, said our "good byes til next time" and sent her off to OKC to fly back up north.&amp;nbsp; We love you and miss you already, Aunt Katie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5lHLhyVZI/AAAAAAAAArw/7967J5Z9h2A/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5lHLhyVZI/AAAAAAAAArw/7967J5Z9h2A/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sisters Sisters, There were never such devoted sisters"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5lQLCNQkI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2sH1nDN7j3A/s1600/IMG_1983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TS5lQLCNQkI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2sH1nDN7j3A/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia was really upset but wouldn't smile so she got tickled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2240774485430742992?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2240774485430742992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2240774485430742992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2240774485430742992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2240774485430742992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/auntie-katie.html' title='Auntie Katie'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSx52dYQf0I/AAAAAAAAArY/NrnBSS1NHEE/s72-c/102_4628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3721588761743697627</id><published>2011-01-10T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:56:17.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Monday Memories</title><content type='html'>Borrowing this idea from a terrific mom friend of mine, I think I'll start posting something every Monday, something about a wonderful memory from the previous week.&amp;nbsp; It might just be a picture, something cute one of the kids did or a posting about a wonderful family event.&amp;nbsp; In any case, something will be posted at least once a week.&amp;nbsp; Hope all can enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TStyFu1jTjI/AAAAAAAAArU/9bDgadnFyUI/s1600/DSC_5563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TStyFu1jTjI/AAAAAAAAArU/9bDgadnFyUI/s320/DSC_5563.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twins...ponytails and headbands&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3721588761743697627?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3721588761743697627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3721588761743697627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3721588761743697627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3721588761743697627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/mommys-monday-memories.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Monday Memories'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TStyFu1jTjI/AAAAAAAAArU/9bDgadnFyUI/s72-c/DSC_5563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-770923648797648462</id><published>2011-01-09T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:19:22.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best gift is a sibling</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp59Ovd-sI/AAAAAAAAArI/bffx8jdTZZY/s1600/DSC_5540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp59Ovd-sI/AAAAAAAAArI/bffx8jdTZZY/s320/DSC_5540.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;back and forth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp6GtCqn0I/AAAAAAAAArM/aW7O-mG7wOA/s1600/DSC_5554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp6GtCqn0I/AAAAAAAAArM/aW7O-mG7wOA/s320/DSC_5554.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sharing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp6Q3JrAfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pBII00qYHhs/s1600/DSC_5568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp6Q3JrAfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pBII00qYHhs/s320/DSC_5568.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she helped him with his knee pads&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-770923648797648462?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/770923648797648462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=770923648797648462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/770923648797648462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/770923648797648462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-gift-is-sibling.html' title='best gift is a sibling'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSp59Ovd-sI/AAAAAAAAArI/bffx8jdTZZY/s72-c/DSC_5540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-948443015147157963</id><published>2011-01-07T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:26:16.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSeApYy3DqI/AAAAAAAAArA/HmwmVTDo4nM/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSeApYy3DqI/AAAAAAAAArA/HmwmVTDo4nM/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor loved his shirt!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a growing, healthy baby boy!!&amp;nbsp; Justin had his 15 month well baby check up today and he's tall and lean like his father.&amp;nbsp; He weighed in at 23 Ibs (25th percentile) and is 32.5 inches long (90th percentile)!!&amp;nbsp; I do hope though his head stays in proportion to his body since his father grew so fast his metabolism couldn't keep up.&amp;nbsp; So far, I think we're doing okay.&amp;nbsp; Justin was giggly the entire time, playing with the eye light and ear checker thingy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a trooper getting his two shots, one of which I could visibly see on his face hurt more than he thought it would.&amp;nbsp; The nurse was wonderful and held Justin tight in her arms like she was already comforting him, and had his legs pinned down the edge of the table against her belly.&amp;nbsp; By far she's my favorite nurse at the office for giving out painful shots.&amp;nbsp; She's even the one who asked if he loved his sweet potatoes and carrots because she could see his nose was a bit orange.&amp;nbsp; That just made me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSeEgHKlLbI/AAAAAAAAArE/0dptiTcf9YQ/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSeEgHKlLbI/AAAAAAAAArE/0dptiTcf9YQ/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia at 15 months&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Justin has out paced his sister since birth.&amp;nbsp; I looked up her old records when we got home and at 15 months, she was a huge 18Ibs.&amp;nbsp; Then at 16 months she was 19Ibs (10th percentile) and 30 inches (25th percentile).&amp;nbsp; Even now, at 3.5 years young, she only weighs in at 28 pounds.&amp;nbsp; They are getting harder and harder to push in that jogging stroller but that just means I'm getting stronger and stronger!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-948443015147157963?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/948443015147157963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=948443015147157963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/948443015147157963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/948443015147157963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-father-like-son.html' title='...Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSeApYy3DqI/AAAAAAAAArA/HmwmVTDo4nM/s72-c/IMG_1949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-840471926131909786</id><published>2011-01-05T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:54:22.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliviaisms</title><content type='html'>As I'm laying her down in her bed for nap time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going to get you some PediaSure, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Olivia: Oh, ok...why?&lt;br /&gt;M: Because I'm sure your tummy is still a little hungry&lt;br /&gt;O: Oh, yeah, my tummy a little hungry...OK&lt;br /&gt;O: May I have my water too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-840471926131909786?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/840471926131909786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=840471926131909786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/840471926131909786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/840471926131909786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/oliviaisms.html' title='Oliviaisms'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4565414151441426037</id><published>2011-01-04T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:09:45.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Nana and Papa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNAnfqf3DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wi2nTG-58Jo/s1600/DSC_8567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNAnfqf3DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wi2nTG-58Jo/s320/DSC_8567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;making cookies for Santa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The best Christmas gift I got this year was my Dad coming home from his work trip early.&amp;nbsp; My dad is a commercial airline pilot and normally works over the Christmas holiday.&amp;nbsp; This year was no exception, his only days off while we were up north was Dec 22 and Dec 23.&amp;nbsp; We lucked out and due to the massive snow storms blanketing the country, his trip was cut short and we picked him up from the airport 2 whole days early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tradition in our family has always been my Dad making Christmas cookies with me and my sister.&amp;nbsp; This year, Olivia took my place and made cookies for Santa with her Papa.&amp;nbsp; They loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; My dad was so patient with her despite her desire to just put the cookie cutter in the middle of the circle of dough. &amp;nbsp; They placed the cookies out for Santa and then off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNA0DG4TgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lRYhVHwzCWM/s1600/DSC_8583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNA0DG4TgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lRYhVHwzCWM/s320/DSC_8583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look!! The cookies are all gone!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBCSR_rVI/AAAAAAAAAqo/y_peW7F6oxg/s1600/DSC_8585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBCSR_rVI/AAAAAAAAAqo/y_peW7F6oxg/s320/DSC_8585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and her Nana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas morning was a blast.&amp;nbsp; The kids did really well opening all the gifts nicely together and even wanted to help out everyone else.&amp;nbsp; Since my dad travels all the time, we didn't go anywhere but stayed home and watched the kids play with their new toys.&amp;nbsp; Olivia's favorite gift actually came in her stocking.&amp;nbsp; Santa brought her a small maker and paper coloring set of the Disney Princesses.&amp;nbsp; All she wanted to do was color Bell, Cinderella, Ariel and Jasmine.&amp;nbsp; Juatin's favorite toy was his new Mega Block tiny fire truck.&amp;nbsp; No, this one is not big enough to sit on but that doesn't stop him from trying.&amp;nbsp; He loves to put things in a container and then take them out again.&amp;nbsp; That's all he did, in and out, in and out.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed home cooked meals and each others company for a few days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBVMHVBhI/AAAAAAAAAqw/pnjQwgVFn6o/s1600/DSC_5295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBVMHVBhI/AAAAAAAAAqw/pnjQwgVFn6o/s320/DSC_5295.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;both kids loved ripping the paper off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBL-JzWKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3n1h95DkLiA/s1600/DSC_5292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBL-JzWKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3n1h95DkLiA/s320/DSC_5292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBg51cnPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JWqUjuuxVhk/s1600/DSC_8638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBg51cnPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JWqUjuuxVhk/s320/DSC_8638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and her Papa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I swear I have more pictures of Justin, but he loves to just go go go, so most of them aren't of his face.&amp;nbsp; He cuddled with everyone but didn't get to go sledding.&amp;nbsp; He was napping and didn't have any snow boots.&amp;nbsp; Olivia actually couldn't walk in the snow either, despite having snow boots. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With all the drifts in my parents yard, the snow was up to my knees and it was rather difficult to walk, let alone carry a 28Ibs toddler.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Olivia loved gliding down the snow and into the trees.&amp;nbsp; Ok, not into the trees.&amp;nbsp; Papa, Ryan and I all made the path for Olivia to go down in the snow tube but she's so much lighter than us, she just glided father than any of our paths ever went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to relax for as long as we did and didn't have to cook meals or clean the house.&amp;nbsp; We love going back up north to have our White Christmas but love coming home to our house so we don't have to deal with all the snow, haha.&amp;nbsp; I love traveling but Olivia did ask when Santa was going to come to our house.&amp;nbsp; Maybe in the next few years, we'll spend Christmas at home with just our little family and Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNBqTW2AbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xFq_R7-ujI4/s1600/DSC_5343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNByrw1cqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Tw_9c2uVXzo/s1600/DSC_8666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNByrw1cqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Tw_9c2uVXzo/s320/DSC_8666.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our yearly snow tubing adventure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4565414151441426037?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4565414151441426037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4565414151441426037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4565414151441426037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4565414151441426037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-at-nana-and-papas.html' title='Christmas at Nana and Papa&apos;s'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSNAnfqf3DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wi2nTG-58Jo/s72-c/DSC_8567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2568099071454948855</id><published>2011-01-04T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:41:58.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Gammy and Pop-Pop's</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1U0iXorI/AAAAAAAAAqA/W_iCuBPXaQc/s1600/IMG_3849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1U0iXorI/AAAAAAAAAqA/W_iCuBPXaQc/s320/IMG_3849.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin and his Pop-Pop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After spending two very long days in the car driving up north, we finally arrived just in time to meet Ryan's family at the mall for a quick visit with Santa.&amp;nbsp; Since the kids already saw Santa in Oklahoma, we did not dress them in their nice Christmas clothes.&amp;nbsp; It was cousin Lydia's turn to sit on Santa's lap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need-less-to-say her performace from last year was repeated again this year.&amp;nbsp; Lydia does not like Santa.&amp;nbsp; She screamed at the top of her lungs but we were able to get a picture of her trying to slide off Santa's lap while red in the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I swore to myself when I had kids, I'd never post screaming Santa pictures, so you'll just have to use your imagination.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1gHm9EjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/P936WzJUiCY/s1600/IMG_3851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1gHm9EjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/P936WzJUiCY/s320/IMG_3851.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and her Gammy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;That day also happened to be Ryan's Dad's Birthday, the big 54.&amp;nbsp; We celebrated by going out to eat then heading back home for gifts.&amp;nbsp; I think Pop-Pop's favorite gift was just having his three grandchildren under one roof.&amp;nbsp; The picture below is the only one of the entire visit with the three kids on the couch.&amp;nbsp; Neither wanted to smile or sit still when we tried a mini-photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; We spent just one night in MN before heading over to Hudson for Christmas with Nana and Papa before coming back to MN to stay for the remainder of our vacation.&amp;nbsp; That's the way it works in this family, we go to which house has the most days off in a row then come back.&amp;nbsp; It seems to work just fine, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1tN_sI1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/92pnRzVtMFM/s1600/IMG_1919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM1tN_sI1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/92pnRzVtMFM/s320/IMG_1919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Three Munchkins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa made two trips to see our kids this year, so before opening gifts  with Aunt Sarah, Uncle Travis and Cousin Lydia, our little family of  four celebrated Christmas morning with Santa in MN.&amp;nbsp; Both kids loved opening their gifts and wanted to play with everything right away.&amp;nbsp; It was really fun to watch their faces light up as they opened something special.&amp;nbsp; Olivia asked Santa this year for a pair of rollerskates and boy did he deliver.&amp;nbsp; Her face had the biggest smile, it was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM3XMJgXfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qJgwv1yJV3o/s1600/DSC_5361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM3XMJgXfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qJgwv1yJV3o/s320/DSC_5361.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, once everyone was assembled, we opened the rest of the gifts from everyone.&amp;nbsp; Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Weimer were very generous this year.&amp;nbsp; Olivia received a Disney Deluxe Talking Princess Kitchen in which she plays with at least twice a day.&amp;nbsp; Justin got a Mega Blocks Fire Truck comeplete with a siren.&amp;nbsp; He loves to ride it and put things in the extra large bucket.&amp;nbsp; He even loves to push Olivia around on it one handed, and yes, he's that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM16zjXx7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/f5e0jrgXQNk/s320/IMG_3902.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia playing mommy with her Baby Alive-All Gone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We really didn't do much while in MN since we stayed up way to late and the kids were getting sleep deprived.&amp;nbsp; We all headed out to the mall the day after Christmas, not so much as to shop, but to let the kids run around the play area to expel their sugar cookie energy.&amp;nbsp; Ryan and I didn't even go on our annual date night or see a movie.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed spending time with family and can't wait for our Thanksgiving Extravaganza 2011 in VA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM2GEAYsUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sF8cAnkg20A/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM2GEAYsUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sF8cAnkg20A/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin and his new basketball game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM3kgI6qGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-QdPU00Xid0/s1600/IMG_3890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TSM3kgI6qGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-QdPU00Xid0/s320/IMG_3890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Collins/Cagle Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuAEZ8JyI/AAAAAAAAApI/vvZ4hbtorBs/s1600/DSC_5254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuAEZ8JyI/AAAAAAAAApI/vvZ4hbtorBs/s320/DSC_5254.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia loved watching the band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuIld0IhI/AAAAAAAAApM/JbKpj-EP0eI/s1600/DSC_5257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuIld0IhI/AAAAAAAAApM/JbKpj-EP0eI/s320/DSC_5257.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So did Justin!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Olivia was looking so forward to the Christmas Party this year because  Santa was coming to give her a present.&amp;nbsp; Despite showing over the top  excitement with Santa at Sear's a few weeks ago, this time we think the  other kids made her a bit nervous.&amp;nbsp; She wouldn't go up to Santa without  Daddy's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuRZg-lZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6qfONjoXhkQ/s1600/DSC_5258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtu5nZKceI/AAAAAAAAApk/15loQ05zhD4/s1600/DSC_5265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtu5nZKceI/AAAAAAAAApk/15loQ05zhD4/s320/DSC_5265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvC8wOEnI/AAAAAAAAApo/u6xytvbnAr0/s1600/DSC_5266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvC8wOEnI/AAAAAAAAApo/u6xytvbnAr0/s320/DSC_5266.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As always, Justin really did not want to sit on Santa's lap so this is the best I could get of the two of them.&amp;nbsp; We think Justin just wanted to walk around and play, that it had nothing specifically to do with Santa.&amp;nbsp; Olivia really enjoyed talking one-on-one with Santa.&amp;nbsp; When asked in the car on the ride home what she asked Santa for, she replied Rollerskates. &amp;nbsp; I think think the big guy will come through on her simple request since that is something she asked the other Santa for as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvL6i-e4I/AAAAAAAAAps/yr8kd4ekvdw/s1600/DSC_5268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvL6i-e4I/AAAAAAAAAps/yr8kd4ekvdw/s320/DSC_5268.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Santa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvUVP1YpI/AAAAAAAAApw/ysVOuNJPf60/s1600/DSC_5272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtvUVP1YpI/AAAAAAAAApw/ysVOuNJPf60/s320/DSC_5272.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Santa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6028443120387062740?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6028443120387062740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6028443120387062740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6028443120387062740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6028443120387062740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/12/marine-detachment-christmas-party.html' title='Marine Detachment Christmas Party'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQtuAEZ8JyI/AAAAAAAAApI/vvZ4hbtorBs/s72-c/DSC_5254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8120244239209425726</id><published>2010-12-15T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:10:22.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Chimney with Care...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGG0-LpfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OdjdVheQN6k/s1600/DSC_5229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGG0-LpfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OdjdVheQN6k/s320/DSC_5229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGP5_3hMI/AAAAAAAAAog/h6_myMBhNJs/s1600/DSC_5230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGP5_3hMI/AAAAAAAAAog/h6_myMBhNJs/s320/DSC_5230.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGaUddNBI/AAAAAAAAAok/FgrG4qtfHCU/s1600/DSC_5238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGaUddNBI/AAAAAAAAAok/FgrG4qtfHCU/s320/DSC_5238.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took the kids outside today to test out their winter coats and snow pants.&amp;nbsp; Nana has Olivia's pants up north so she squeezed into a 24month pair I got for Justin.&amp;nbsp; He is wearing some pants given to us by friends, but can't really walk well in shoes, so I don't think I'll get him snow boots.&amp;nbsp; The kid walked straight off the edge of the patio like it wasn't even there, and fell flat onto his face.&amp;nbsp; In his defense, I should have helped him but was video taping...bad mommy!&amp;nbsp; The wind here makes everything bitterly cold so we can become acclimated to freezing temperatures to survive Christmas up north after that blizzard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZG2wbanwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/y9SSmkTJJI8/s1600/DSC_5185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZG2wbanwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/y9SSmkTJJI8/s320/DSC_5185.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be boys! Olivia loved playing with all her sippy cups and dishes in the same drawer when she was Justin's age, however, she never got inside.&amp;nbsp; He loves stacking the cups and climbing inside whenever he can! Doesn't he just have that look of, "opps, I'm caught, darn!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZG-T2MToI/AAAAAAAAAos/ooqUQ4lkxXg/s1600/DSC_5211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZG-T2MToI/AAAAAAAAAos/ooqUQ4lkxXg/s320/DSC_5211.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHGqpklJI/AAAAAAAAAow/wh8TVnPLzcc/s1600/DSC_5212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHGqpklJI/AAAAAAAAAow/wh8TVnPLzcc/s320/DSC_5212.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other night we packed the kids up in the car and drove around our small little town to look at all the Christmas lights.&amp;nbsp; Both Olivia and Justin enjoyed themselves very much despite the lack of Christmas cheer in our town.&amp;nbsp; Not nearly as many people had lights up but we still enjoyed the family time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHOcrIAwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wzNMui_t-SU/s1600/DSC_5213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHOcrIAwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wzNMui_t-SU/s320/DSC_5213.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally finished Justin's hat.&amp;nbsp; He loves it.&amp;nbsp; Next year I'll have to start earlier so the kids can wear the hats longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHXbO-y-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/S-iv-mB4ptQ/s1600/DSC_5228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZHXbO-y-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/S-iv-mB4ptQ/s320/DSC_5228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Aunt Deed got Olivia Candy Land and we finally just pulled it out to play the other night.&amp;nbsp; She loves the game so it looks like we'll be getting a few more for under the tree this year.&amp;nbsp; So far we've played it twice last night and once today.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it will get old but she giggles everytime she wins!! Daddy won last night and Olivia came in second, but was still happy she got to the end, thinking she'd won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2122261601399400886?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2122261601399400886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2122261601399400886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2122261601399400886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2122261601399400886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s Cold Outside...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQZGG0-LpfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OdjdVheQN6k/s72-c/DSC_5229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6593300687606606926</id><published>2010-12-12T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:24:00.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQWDTaWTHyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SaFA6lCJHAM/s1600/s42177cb111521_12_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQWDTaWTHyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SaFA6lCJHAM/s320/s42177cb111521_12_0.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQWDce6rnsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ah_6CtD0NNc/s1600/s42177cb111521_38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQWDce6rnsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ah_6CtD0NNc/s320/s42177cb111521_38.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting ready for Christmas this year is so much fun because of the two little angels who are so excited to open presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6593300687606606926?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6593300687606606926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6593300687606606926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6593300687606606926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6593300687606606926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-ready-for-christmas-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TQWDTaWTHyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SaFA6lCJHAM/s72-c/s42177cb111521_12_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4447114606298441605</id><published>2010-09-14T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:15:02.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee, It's Fall!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TI_H0IIznvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mXmd6rTAta4/s1600/DSC_4106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TI_H0IIznvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mXmd6rTAta4/s320/DSC_4106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's fall and that means decorating the house, warming up apple cider and getting ready for bonfires!! This is by far our family's favorite season.&amp;nbsp; We can open the house up to air out, have a fire in the morning if we so desire, and take family walks after dinner.&amp;nbsp; Even though the day time tempurature is still in the high 80's, in just over a month we can do all our favorite fall activities, YIPEE!!&amp;nbsp; We are going to find a pumpkin patch to get our family of pumpkins for Halloween, and I plan on making a find Thanksgiving dinner for all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin will turn ONE soon and thinking about on his first year of life makes me miss all the little things our family has done together.&amp;nbsp; Traveling to see family over 4th of July, watching Ryan take his first true command as the Marine Detachement's Marine Battery Commander, hosting Nana, Papa, Great-Granny and Great-Granddaddy, Gammy and Pop-Pop, and watching both kids grow up way to fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greatly look forward to what the future holds for our family, both good and bad.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to teaching Olivia and Justin so many wonderful and exciting things, carrying on my child hood traditions and creating our own new family traditions.&amp;nbsp; This world is too good to pass up and I will not let my children be starved for adventure. I love them way to much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4447114606298441605?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4447114606298441605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4447114606298441605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4447114606298441605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4447114606298441605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/09/yipee-its-fall.html' title='Yipee, It&apos;s Fall!!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/TI_H0IIznvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mXmd6rTAta4/s72-c/DSC_4106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1440243322612241579</id><published>2010-08-02T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:52:09.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudding Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_XdmYDlMNI/AAAAAAAAAls/7YiSfa04SNI/s1600/DSC_2667--picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_XdmYDlMNI/AAAAAAAAAls/7YiSfa04SNI/s320/DSC_2667--picnik.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_XdeQU53UI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JnW6CcFHLdc/s1600/DSC_2653--picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_XdeQU53UI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JnW6CcFHLdc/s320/DSC_2653--picnik.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Betty for a walk yesterday and we found a turtle crossing the road.&amp;nbsp; Of course, she was interested but we continued onward.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, after dinner, Betty started walking up and down the back fence line, nose to the ground.&amp;nbsp; Then she started to jump at something and bark.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was a stray cat was sitting on the other side of the fence.&amp;nbsp; When I went out to stop her barking, I was a turtle smashed against the fence trying to hide in fear.&amp;nbsp; After unsuccessfully trying to keep Betty away, I placed the turtle in a bowl and walked him to freedom in the empty lot by the house.&amp;nbsp; Earlier, this huge moth landed on the window screen, and ironically, Betty let it be all day.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, it's still alive, I poked it with a bottle cap and it moved.&amp;nbsp; It's a jungle out there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1172061862025260352?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1172061862025260352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1172061862025260352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1172061862025260352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1172061862025260352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-jungle-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s a Jungle Out There!!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_XdmYDlMNI/AAAAAAAAAls/7YiSfa04SNI/s72-c/DSC_2667--picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2472098706325946489</id><published>2010-05-18T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:52:43.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia turns 3!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_L9IDeIwcI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SKrWdp1pUZw/s1600/DSC_2617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_L9IDeIwcI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SKrWdp1pUZw/s320/DSC_2617.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia celebrated her 3rd birthday yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Time has just flown way to fast.&amp;nbsp; It's nearly the middle of 2010 and it feels like yesterday we were just waiting for her to start to walk.&amp;nbsp; We watched the video of her as a new newborn in the hospital and coming home from the NICU.&amp;nbsp; That was per her request.&amp;nbsp; She is completely potty trained, no longer needs pacifiers at night and has a vocabulary that is just exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_L-ASzaRsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MhtR4Kx2a5U/s1600/DSC_2640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_L-ASzaRsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MhtR4Kx2a5U/s320/DSC_2640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to mention that Justin is starting to rock up onto his knees and his cutting his 5th and 6th tooth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2472098706325946489?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2472098706325946489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2472098706325946489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2472098706325946489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2472098706325946489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/05/olivia-turns-3.html' title='Olivia turns 3!!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S_L9IDeIwcI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SKrWdp1pUZw/s72-c/DSC_2617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4749402391059586973</id><published>2010-05-01T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:22:17.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9ymc55NfGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TFIdUf1pICw/s1600/DSC_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9ymc55NfGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TFIdUf1pICw/s320/DSC_2186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466427063228267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl_EdCDzI/AAAAAAAAAks/V8hkKozE-d4/s1600/DSC_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl-hYPV4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/-AiBxawqtts/s1600/DSC_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl-hYPV4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/-AiBxawqtts/s320/DSC_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426541251450754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl9_D90wI/AAAAAAAAAkc/gCqV-zp-OPU/s1600/DSC_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl9_D90wI/AAAAAAAAAkc/gCqV-zp-OPU/s320/DSC_2270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426532039611138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan ran the OKC Memorial Marathon and Justin and I completed the 5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl9aNIX2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/TzEy6ko8Q-8/s1600/DSC_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl9aNIX2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/TzEy6ko8Q-8/s320/DSC_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426522145939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl87z61-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/8VpqjVN1jn0/s1600/DSC_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9yl87z61-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/8VpqjVN1jn0/s320/DSC_2066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466426513987131362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up date from the last month.  Olivia is finally potty trained! Even though she's still on daily Miralax, she's excited to collect her stickers and prizes thus goes every moment she can.  Justin has started solid foods.  We're taking it slowly introducing him to anything other than breast milk so we don't have another child with pooping problems.  He loves water out of a glass and enjoys bath time.  Ryan takes over the Marine Battery as Commander on Monday.  This means more hours at the office but he's excited! I'm working on getting our yard and flowerbeds beautiful.  I think I've finally settled on what I want to do.  Pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to watch Olivia while Ryan, Justin and I went up for the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon at the end of April.  I pushed Justin in the 5k and Ryan completed his second marathon.  Not a Personal Record time but he finished strong.  He's signed up for the Tulsa Marathon in November but must over come a bad sprain in his right knee LCL.  I'm trying to start training for a 10K or half-marathon, we'll see how that goes before I commit myself to anything.  Ryan's are in town for the change of command.  They've enjoyed blowing bubbles with Olivia, and holding Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to update this more often, but seeing as Ryan does not have a graduate class for the next month, we'll be spending as much spare time as possible taking down our fence and installing a new, stronger fence.  Til next time...rock on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4749402391059586973?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4749402391059586973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4749402391059586973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4749402391059586973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4749402391059586973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S9ymc55NfGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TFIdUf1pICw/s72-c/DSC_2186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5302383361337094938</id><published>2010-03-03T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:54:50.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S46WsHdjsxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohPDDiQtDoA/s1600-h/DSC_8225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S46WsHdjsxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohPDDiQtDoA/s320/DSC_8225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454684198941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S46PpfkgdkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3mVbQNkDtfc/s1600-h/DSC_8265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S46PpfkgdkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3mVbQNkDtfc/s320/DSC_8265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444446942549538370" 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/3051885598034151289-5302383361337094938?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5302383361337094938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5302383361337094938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5302383361337094938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5302383361337094938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S46WsHdjsxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohPDDiQtDoA/s72-c/DSC_8225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2832106360626390432</id><published>2010-02-01T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:36:57.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3MAUQi5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/NvF7JRlDmlU/s1600-h/DSC_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3MAUQi5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/NvF7JRlDmlU/s320/DSC_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372154828721042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How we are spending our days in the hotel...make each other laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3LuA5IOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Mssqtbu05cM/s1600-h/DSC_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3LuA5IOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Mssqtbu05cM/s320/DSC_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372149915656418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The storm wasn't even over yet and this is how much ice we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3LA2HgWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_emj9_NaXP8/s1600-h/DSC_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3LA2HgWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_emj9_NaXP8/s320/DSC_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372137790865762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in the living room to stay warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3K334ODI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wFNFLozRiTA/s1600-h/DSC_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3K334ODI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wFNFLozRiTA/s320/DSC_1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372135382333490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan's poor truck was stuck outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst ice storm that I can remember came through town last Thursday and dumped an inch of ice onto everything.  Ryan can home about noon on Thursday after having to go into work in the rain.  About 2pm everything was starting to form ice on it and then the power went out by 4pm.  We had enough wood, water, battery's and food to last us through Thursday night.  Olivia couldn't sleep with the fire going...she kept staring in wonder at the flames, so I took her in our bed with lots of blankets to sleep.  Ryan stayed out in the livingroom to man the fire...the one thing I insisted on having in our house, with Justin in the pack'n'play near the fire to stay warm, until 1:30am when I switched with him so he could get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then recalculated the amount of wood we had Friday morning and determined that we couldn't last until Monday when the power would be restored.  So, thanks to my wonderful aunt who made our reservation, we got a hotel room down in Wichita Falls, TX (about an hour south of our house) with a microwave and mini-fridge.  Hotels in Lawton booked up Thursday night and not all of Lawton lost power.  Hotels here booked up fast Friday as people from all over OK made their way south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we have survived in our house, sure...by why stay?  Upon returning yesterday, the thermometer in the house registered 47 degrees.  Needless to say, we are going stir crazy here in the hotel, the kids sleeping schedules are all screwed up but we're glad to have someplace warm and cozy that is our own.  We have friends we could have stayed with in town but this means the kids can nap and we have a place of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're just waiting for the power to be restored.  First we were told, Monday, then Tues, then Sunday neighbor's said it was back on.  But this morning there wasn't any power, don't know where they got their information.  Now it could be on this evening but it looks like it's tomorrow.  I'm planning a trip back to my parents house in WI at this point because it'd be more fun waiting up there then here in a silly hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the adventure continues as the kids are napping now and I'm blogging in the dark.  Oh, I do get to go to Target now...it's right down the road! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-2832106360626390432?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2832106360626390432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2832106360626390432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2832106360626390432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2832106360626390432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/S2c3MAUQi5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/NvF7JRlDmlU/s72-c/DSC_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1532543491484275357</id><published>2010-01-01T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:22:13.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010 (and Merry Christmas 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HKPaU9XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dQSvNE08rAk/s1600-h/DSC_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HKPaU9XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dQSvNE08rAk/s320/DSC_1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849242661877106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 2, 2009  Justin is 2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HJ1eAvpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OmutKJZo-Rk/s1600-h/DSC_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HJ1eAvpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OmutKJZo-Rk/s320/DSC_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849235698007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorating our tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HJQs1yOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7wjFhpv-PxY/s1600-h/DSC_1278_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HJQs1yOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7wjFhpv-PxY/s320/DSC_1278_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849225828092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas at Nana and Papa Rankin's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HI6jfRgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ap2lm2hMNO4/s1600-h/DSC_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HI6jfRgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ap2lm2hMNO4/s320/DSC_1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849219883288066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sledding&lt;/span&gt; for the first time at Nana and Papa's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HIiE_YCI/AAAAAAAAAis/pQ2fuMTtP-Y/s1600-h/DSC_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HIiE_YCI/AAAAAAAAAis/pQ2fuMTtP-Y/s320/DSC_1336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849213312917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visit to see Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exciting time the last few months have been since my last posting.  Justin turned 2 months old in the beginning of December, although he'll be 3 months tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;!  We celebrated Christmas early, including a visit from Santa, at our house before leaving for our parents home in MN/WI.  Olivia did a great job putting ornaments on the tree, even putting the star on top.  We then traveled up north to my parents house (Nana and Papa) and celebrated early with them since they were going to visit my sister in Trinidad.  She's working down in the tropics a while for work and going to be gone for the holidays.  After finding out my parents couldn't get down to see her, we all had a wonderful white Christmas in WI.  Olivia went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sledding&lt;/span&gt; for the first time and absolutely loved it.  Christmas Eve Day we, including my parents, met Ryan's parents to visit Santa and had a wonder lunch together before my parents traveled back to WI before the snow got to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia enjoyed playing with her cousin Lydia at her Gamma and Pop-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; house.  We all watched football and I even got some knitting time in to finish Olivia's hat.  While up north, our house was hit with a huge blizzard, something that doesn't happen very often in OK.  Yes, we do get bad winds but our neighbor's reported having a 3 foot snow drift in their driveway.  Needless to say, we are returning home with a snow shovel.  The storm knocked out power to the town so the water reserves were depleted.  Since contractor's damaged the main water supply in town, our house was without water after the power was resorted and our trip up north got extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extended&lt;/span&gt; time up north, we traveled back over to my parents house and was able to go flying with my dad.  Ryan actually flew the Cessna 172, with my dad right next to him, while Olivia and I looked out the back window.  Olivia enjoyed every minute of it despite her reserves about flying before getting up into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I actually stayed up to watch the ball drop at 11am, however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep by 11:20.  Olivia slept all night long and so did Justin.  He's going longer and longer at night without needing to nurse, something I'm enjoying!  Ryan stayed up til midnight and then kissed his entire family to bring in the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to with everyone a Happy 2010, those here with us and overseas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1532543491484275357?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1532543491484275357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1532543491484275357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1532543491484275357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1532543491484275357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-and-merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Happy 2010 (and Merry Christmas 2009)'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sz5HKPaU9XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dQSvNE08rAk/s72-c/DSC_1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7047933223958758321</id><published>2009-11-09T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:14:11.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNYYtHAHI/AAAAAAAAAic/gYJ0WAO6NU4/s1600-h/DSC_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNYYtHAHI/AAAAAAAAAic/gYJ0WAO6NU4/s320/DSC_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402152834374762610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNYMGRnvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3Tnl_kcW8Tg/s1600-h/DSC_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNYMGRnvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3Tnl_kcW8Tg/s320/DSC_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402152830990655218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's just adorable no matter what face he makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXwYClEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IJlQT0qvzcI/s1600-h/DSC_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXwYClEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IJlQT0qvzcI/s320/DSC_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402152823548974146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Month old exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXdwMj_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/v80u0X1LGno/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXdwMj_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/v80u0X1LGno/s320/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402152818550018034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXBGGaYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/khox2aDGzhc/s1600-h/DSC_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNXBGGaYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/khox2aDGzhc/s320/DSC_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402152810857261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon my appearance, I have a newborn baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin is now 1 month plus 7 days old.  He's about 10 Ibs already and growing much faster than Olivia ever did.  She took 2 months to gain 3 Ibs and its only took Justin his first 3 weeks to gain 2 Ibs.  We love having him here.  Olivia helps by getting diapers, pacifiers, and blankets for Mommy and Daddy.  She always asks to hold him but then insists we put him down when she demands, very adorable.  He's started to smile at us and give a cooing cry when he's happy.  His crys are also changing when he's upset.  Feeding time is still about every 3 hrs but I swear he went almost 6 last night.  Does that mean I got 6 straight hours of sleep, no...only got about 4, but that's better than nothing.  Ryan is very helpful and even gives me relaxing back rubs at 5am after I feed Justin and just before he gets up for the day.  What a great hubby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in our house is adjusting well.  I'm able to go out with both kids for quick trips to Walmart and the Commissary.  I even took them to the mall to shop for new jeans for myself.  We travel on base often to have lunch with Ryan, always a treat for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to Ryan last night that I don't feel as tired with Justin as I did with Olivia.  It's funny how sleep deprivation never really goes away after you have your first child.  Pardon my appearance in photos because even though I have dark circles under my eyes, I'm happy and alert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7047933223958758321?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7047933223958758321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7047933223958758321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7047933223958758321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7047933223958758321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SvhNYYtHAHI/AAAAAAAAAic/gYJ0WAO6NU4/s72-c/DSC_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4037857830362352493</id><published>2009-11-01T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:23:27.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2nAJ6ywdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z2v5ISBJm5w/s1600-h/DSC_0854_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2nAJ6ywdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z2v5ISBJm5w/s320/DSC_0854_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399155149391446482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_hJk65I/AAAAAAAAAhs/1Qdno3Qvd7A/s1600-h/DSC_0860_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_hJk65I/AAAAAAAAAhs/1Qdno3Qvd7A/s320/DSC_0860_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399155138447600530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_f_gijI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ePTqHQADDTc/s1600-h/DSC_0856_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_f_gijI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ePTqHQADDTc/s320/DSC_0856_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399155138136934962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_DT7aNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A9-jknzVQ9k/s1600-h/DSC_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2m_DT7aNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A9-jknzVQ9k/s320/DSC_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399155130437953746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year there were many more houses on our block so Olivia actually went Trick or Treating.  Ryan passed out candy at our house then caught up with Olivia, Justin and me.  It was nice and cool outside.  No jackets needed.  Olivia enjoyed herself as Justin stayed warm in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; wrap with me.  She would say Trick or Treat very softly, then most houses just let her pick as many pieces as she wanted.  It finally took me to say Thank you, which she repeated, for her to stop taking candy.  The evening was topped off by waiting for the sun to set to watch our neighbor's spooky light show and decorations, which were all very scary!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4037857830362352493?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4037857830362352493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4037857830362352493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4037857830362352493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4037857830362352493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Su2nAJ6ywdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z2v5ISBJm5w/s72-c/DSC_0854_a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5077265295127786567</id><published>2009-10-13T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:28:16.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRyUd6mCUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/szcjlkG2Q08/s1600-h/DSC_0504-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRyUd6mCUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/szcjlkG2Q08/s400/DSC_0504-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392060349822667074" 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/3051885598034151289-5077265295127786567?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5077265295127786567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5077265295127786567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5077265295127786567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5077265295127786567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRyUd6mCUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/szcjlkG2Q08/s72-c/DSC_0504-a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8808981796642564169</id><published>2009-10-13T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:27:18.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Ryan Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxuyR7msI/AAAAAAAAAhM/q0eRm79S0sM/s1600-h/DSC_0395-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxuyR7msI/AAAAAAAAAhM/q0eRm79S0sM/s320/DSC_0395-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392059702454229698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxucBy2BI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IjJITTwUUVw/s1600-h/DSC_0409-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxucBy2BI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IjJITTwUUVw/s320/DSC_0409-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392059696480966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxt6zr12I/AAAAAAAAAg8/cQgL1QBcaoE/s1600-h/DSC_0415-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxt6zr12I/AAAAAAAAAg8/cQgL1QBcaoE/s320/DSC_0415-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392059687563417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxtjbnbII/AAAAAAAAAg0/_Uj1EBIevkM/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxtjbnbII/AAAAAAAAAg0/_Uj1EBIevkM/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392059681288449154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxtBMzAzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/k6ccUyxuqQY/s1600-h/DSC_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxtBMzAzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/k6ccUyxuqQY/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392059672099488562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Ryan Collins joined our family on Friday, October 2, 2009 at 3:46pm.  He weighed 7 Ibs. 12.8 oz and 21.4 inches long.  After only 6 hours of induced labor, in which Tina handled the pain well, we were finally a family of four.  Olivia stayed with friends and Ryan was a great coach.  Tina was a model patient according to her awesome nurse, Alice.  We've been home for over a week now, Ryan has been home the entire time too!! A big help since he lets me sleep in and gets up with Olivia (who today decided it was time to get up at 6am).  Justin get the hiccups all the time and they go away as fast as they come.  We've figured out he gets gas really easily so the Mylicon drops are always at the ready.  He's put himself on a 2-3 hr feeding schedule so the nights aren't that bad.  I say that now since I can sleep in a bit but getting up with Olivia and the possiblity of not getting a nap when Ryan goes back to work is not appealing right now.  Til next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8808981796642564169?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8808981796642564169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8808981796642564169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8808981796642564169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8808981796642564169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/10/justin-ryan-collins.html' title='Justin Ryan Collins'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/StRxuyR7msI/AAAAAAAAAhM/q0eRm79S0sM/s72-c/DSC_0395-a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-9089938473261809567</id><published>2009-10-01T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:03:05.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SsUJHOuKCgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_i5-52AZv_c/s1600-h/DSC_0391_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SsUJHOuKCgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_i5-52AZv_c/s320/DSC_0391_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722549034093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy with her selection of clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SsUJGtef_EI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2DS9zez6ZqU/s1600-h/DSC_0390_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SsUJGtef_EI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2DS9zez6ZqU/s320/DSC_0390_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387722540110052418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving the thumbs-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia came out of her room the other day with the red and white polka-dotted pants on.  I mean, not around her ankles, but pulled up over her diaper, as if I put them on her myself.  Although the pants were backwards, she dressed herself without any help.  Our little girl is growing up way to fast.  Ryan and I looked at each other and asked if the other person put her pants on.  After figuring out she did it all on her own, we praised her so much she did not know what to think.  Then I asked if she wanted to find a shirt.  She went directly to the dresser drawer containing her shirts, and asked for me to open it for her...its a tricky dresser for a 2.5 yrs old.  When she came back into the livingroom again, she had her pink flower dress.  So, after helping her put the dress on, we all went outside to enjoy the evening before dinner.  We've both agreed to be the parents who let their children dress themselves when going out in public, except if it's an occasion when the kids need to be presentable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-9089938473261809567?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/9089938473261809567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=9089938473261809567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/9089938473261809567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/9089938473261809567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-big-girl.html' title='Our Big Girl!!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SsUJHOuKCgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_i5-52AZv_c/s72-c/DSC_0391_a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5294689531829520948</id><published>2009-09-24T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:27:54.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>Where do you find a dog with no legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Right where you left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not the greatest joke but it made me laugh out load a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report just yet.  As most of you already know from talking to me or from the wonderful world of facebook (which I'm horribly addicted to), I'm due tomorrow, see the doctor again on the 29th and if all else fails, will be induced on Oct. 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugg! Just waiting around, moving slowly and hoping to go into labor soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5294689531829520948?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5294689531829520948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5294689531829520948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5294689531829520948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5294689531829520948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/09/silly-joke-of-day.html' title='Silly Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-878580668725453936</id><published>2009-09-08T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:04:41.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Dog 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZjYScr6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3mKe_Qb9J30/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZjYScr6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3mKe_Qb9J30/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096073860802898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZjY2tk8ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6xQRVC_PNkI/s1600-h/IMG_0763_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZjY2tk8ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6xQRVC_PNkI/s320/IMG_0763_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096083595325842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, the Marine Corps Detachment here at Ft Sill hosted the 16th Annual Devil Dog Run.  Last year, I ran the 5K but this year decided to walk instead, I wonder why?  Ryan didn't want me to go into labor on the 5K course while he ran a different 10K course so he and Olivia walked with me.  It was a lot of fun.  I had many friends cheering me on throughout the course since they know I am 37 weeks pregnant.  My completion time was 56 mins, not bad really, and I wasn't the last person to cross the finish line.  All in all, I was sore afterwards but after a good nap I was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're just waiting for Justin's arrival, something we were both hoping the walk would accomplish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-878580668725453936?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/878580668725453936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=878580668725453936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/878580668725453936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/878580668725453936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/09/devil-dog-5k.html' title='Devil Dog 5K'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZjYScr6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3mKe_Qb9J30/s72-c/IMG_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5097346985564957012</id><published>2009-09-08T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:56:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Curtains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiT8I8g2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/C11eHnUKnd0/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiT8I8g2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/C11eHnUKnd0/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379094899641320290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiTEQdZcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/0hEzvHMQuOA/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiTEQdZcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/0hEzvHMQuOA/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379094884640449986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiSgQXkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rD_lmy0NnmI/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiSgQXkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rD_lmy0NnmI/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379094874976391538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top of Mt. Scott in the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ryan was in 29 Palms again for two weeks, my mom graciously came and stayed with Olivia and me just in case baby Justin decided to appear early.  No, he's not here as of yet but I wish he was.  While trying to put up window coverings in Justin's room, we quickly realized all our large windows are too big for store bought curtains, or premade wooden blinds.  So after moving the livingroom curtains I got from Ikea, the only place I can find store bought curtains 118 inches long, into Justin's room there was nothing left in the living room.  That's when I got the bright idea to use my new sewing machine and mom's advanced knowledge in sewing, she made all her clothes in high school/college, to make curtains for the living room window.  It's amazing how quickly small projects turn into large projects.  The project grew into making thermal backed curtains for the diningroom, a cute tie back for the back door, matching curtains for the kitchen and front door and another thrermal backed curtain for the laundry room, which previously only had tin foil in the window.  After three days of non stop work, we completed the project and there is a huge difference in the temperature of the living room.  The curtains look great and if it weren't for my aunt also coming for a week's visit at the same time, the project never would have been complete.  Aunt Deed kept Olivia busy by painting her toes, playing with her in her room and kept her little tummy fed.  Thanks Mom and Aunt Deed for all your help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5097346985564957012?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5097346985564957012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5097346985564957012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5097346985564957012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5097346985564957012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/09/custom-curtains.html' title='Custom Curtains'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SqZiT8I8g2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/C11eHnUKnd0/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8695732132691853438</id><published>2009-09-01T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:48:38.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks</title><content type='html'>Today I'm currently 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant but I feel like its already been 40 weeks.  Justin keeps growing and growing and running out of room.  My mom's been here for the past two weeks and the last few days we've been making curtains with blackout liners for the south facing side of the house.  They look great (pictures to come when the project if finally finished).  She leaves in two days and there's a lot left to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I made a trip up to OKC with Olivia to Babies'R'Us and got some really cool things for Justin's room.  The glider I picked out is so very comfortable and the bedding Ryan picked out is adorable (again, pictures to come when the room is finally finished).  We've moved Ryan's childhood dresser into Justin's room and now just need a more perminate place to change him other than the little changer on the pack'n'play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is growing by leaps and bounds.  She's singing and talking more in 3-4 word sentenses.  She's retaining a lot of words and information.  A little sponge is what Olivia is so Ryan and I must keep our languange in check, and actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, at 37 weeks pregnant, I plan to walk the Devil Dog 5K with Olivia and Ryan.  I'm hoping that puts me into labor and we can finally meet Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we're still here...just really busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8695732132691853438?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8695732132691853438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8695732132691853438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8695732132691853438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8695732132691853438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/09/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-3793188847457605293</id><published>2009-08-20T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:20:11.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So310QkK_kI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3m0yFfwieEo/s1600-h/s42381ca113781_11-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So310QkK_kI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3m0yFfwieEo/s320/s42381ca113781_11-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220208671555138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31zzmMNjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XLu2j6mfPaE/s1600-h/s42381ca113781_8_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31zzmMNjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XLu2j6mfPaE/s320/s42381ca113781_8_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220200895395378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31zQEBcII/AAAAAAAAAfc/0AKVI-nJx1o/s1600-h/s42381ca113781_6_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31zQEBcII/AAAAAAAAAfc/0AKVI-nJx1o/s320/s42381ca113781_6_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220191356842114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31yoglUkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zBza3EJciI8/s1600-h/s42381ca113781_5_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31yoglUkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zBza3EJciI8/s320/s42381ca113781_5_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220180739215938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31xx5F8AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JWVsoJSD7z4/s1600-h/s42381ca113781_3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So31xx5F8AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JWVsoJSD7z4/s320/s42381ca113781_3_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372220166078066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the types of pictures I wanted taken while I was pregnant with Olivia.  However, after winning a gift certificate to a professional photographer, I quickly found out he had not done many maternity pictures.  Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have her documented on film but I love these pictures of Justin.  Even though the photo session was right before Olivia's nap and she missed her nap yesterday, she did great! We got some really great photos and wanted to share our favorites with everyone.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-3793188847457605293?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/3793188847457605293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=3793188847457605293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3793188847457605293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/3793188847457605293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-baby-pictures.html' title='Real Baby Pictures'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/So310QkK_kI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3m0yFfwieEo/s72-c/s42381ca113781_11-a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4874492816499126594</id><published>2009-08-11T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:55:33.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsdaQUsOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2IihLa75Hpg/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsdaQUsOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2IihLa75Hpg/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902589554667746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsczGsD5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ban4K3W-SW0/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsczGsD5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ban4K3W-SW0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902579045273490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIscU_jwCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/K5i_KshrxNo/s1600-h/DSC_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIscU_jwCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/K5i_KshrxNo/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902570962305058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIscOrs-cI/AAAAAAAAAes/XoNeVnKx6AU/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIscOrs-cI/AAAAAAAAAes/XoNeVnKx6AU/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902569268410818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsb2ncqKI/AAAAAAAAAek/5zg5tR-ZO6c/s1600-h/DSC_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsb2ncqKI/AAAAAAAAAek/5zg5tR-ZO6c/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902562808113314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor's, Sarah and Krystal, threw me a wonderful baby shower for Justin.  Although I have many larger items saved from Olivia's babyhood, but I still needed many things blue instead of pink.  The afternoon was filled with wonderful food, prepared by Sarah, and great friends who were able to attend.  Krystal graciously opened her beautiful home, which was great as she lives just across the street.  I had friends from 29 Palms, Trisha and Sarah, as well as new friends from the neighborhood.  All in all, Justin got some really nice things, and I got everything I needed to bottle feed him.  Now Ryan has no excuse to get up for a 2am feeding...although I think I'll just let him sleep so one of us can be somewhat rested to take care of big sister Olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4874492816499126594?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4874492816499126594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4874492816499126594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4874492816499126594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4874492816499126594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/08/justins-baby-shower.html' title='Justin&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SoIsdaQUsOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2IihLa75Hpg/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1594286184983895115</id><published>2009-07-22T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:39:01.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too much longer</title><content type='html'>There's only 10 weeks left til my due date and so much needs to be done still.  I have successfully re-organized our garage with the addition of 3 new heavy duty shelves.  Thanks Sarah H. for helping me move stuff around.  It was a great day to be outside so I was able to get a lot done while Olivia napped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's room is still a mess and really still an office storage space/guest room.  Paint needs to be applied to the walls, a dresser must be purchased, a glider and ottoman and changing station (well, that's part of the dresser) must find a home, oh and it must be cleared out, LOL.    My neighbor is only 3 or so weeks ahead of me with her first child and her nursery looks like it came out of a magazine.  The crib, dresser, glider are in their places.  The closet is neatly organized and everything has it's own place.  And here we are without even a carseat or new double stroller picked out...ironic!! The joy's of first time parent hood and the reality of doing it all again.  We'll be ready though, just in time too!  The only space left in the house is under our bed but nothing can be moved around til the bed is lifted with bed risers.  Oh my, my head hurts now!! It's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has gone very well.  It's much different than last time.  I'm not getting kicked in the ribs but instead have constant pressure with the constant kicking of my bladder.  Being more active with a toddler means my back is always sore.  This means I must take it a bit slower, but do I, no...not silly me.  Again, don't worry!!!  Justin moves a lot while I'm trying to go to sleep and in the wee hours of the morning.  He moves so much differently that Olivia, with fast and short movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment next Wed and will find out the results of my glucose test.  Ryan was nice enough to take Olivia (in PJ's and all) to work with him so I could rush in asap when the clinic opened to be the first in line to wait an hr for the silly drink to work its magic.  It was very nice sitting in the waiting room knitting Justin's hat instead of keeping a sleep eyed toddler entertained.  Olivia has been really good about kissing my belly if she leans on it or accidentily pushes the wrong way.  She says "boo boo" and really does look sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite books right now are about babies and big sisters.  She loves to find out what Justin will wear, where he'll sleep and ride and what he'll eat.  She's going to be a great big sister, as long as I can calmly include her to help me fetch diapers and telephones when they ring when I'm stressed and tired after he's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, must bake some cookies while she's sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1594286184983895115?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1594286184983895115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1594286184983895115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1594286184983895115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1594286184983895115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-too-much-longer.html' title='Not too much longer'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6821068800247145273</id><published>2009-07-12T14:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:05:08.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and Holiday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopY54106I/AAAAAAAAAec/XfQu2VQP2Mg/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopY54106I/AAAAAAAAAec/XfQu2VQP2Mg/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357640214543455138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 4, 2009: Trying to stay cool in 102* heat (notice the thermometer behind us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopYkGKuhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0A5G9DHS1lI/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopYkGKuhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0A5G9DHS1lI/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357640208693770770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 9, 2009: Enjoying the spray park on base with the Thompson girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopYCw9PII/AAAAAAAAAeM/SJsJo69gDxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopYCw9PII/AAAAAAAAAeM/SJsJo69gDxQ/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357640199746436226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 10, 2009: Happy 28th Birthday, Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopX-DvMpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7kzhDwZsogE/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopX-DvMpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7kzhDwZsogE/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357640198483030674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 10, 2009: Opening her birthday gift (Mickey Mouse mug) from Great-Aunt Deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopXVU5hLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/O5R9JBL4SQI/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopXVU5hLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/O5R9JBL4SQI/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357640187549156530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 10, 2009: Enjoying Daddy's birthday cake before bath time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been filled with fun.  We were invited over the 4th of July holiday by our neighbor's to go with them to a great Independence Day celebration.  It was promised to us the temp would be in the low 90's, however, at 5pm the temp in the shade was 102* (notice the top picture) so I was trying to stay cool despite what my red cheeks are saying.  We enjoyed great food and wonderful company until the storms rolled in, the temp dropped 25 degrees, it started to rain and the power went out.  It was time to leave to get home for Olivia's bedtime anyway so the power outage was not a party stopper for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I met up with a good friend from CA to have our kids play at the spray park on base.  It's a big concrete park with waterfalls, water spouts and just lots of water.  The great thing is there is not a pool anywhere so Olivia can play with friends, I can sit in the shade and she cannot drown.  Olivia enjoyed the waterfalls after the girls got there and showed her how much fun it could be.  Trisha and I enjoyed talking babies, as I am 11 weeks from my due date and she's just 10 week pregnant with #4.  Thanks Trisha for all the wonderful boy clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we honored Ryan's 5th year in the Marine Corps as he was commissioned July 9, 2004.  It's crazy how much we've done over the past five years and wouldn't trade any of it.  We've made great friends whom we continue to stay in contact with, despite great distances between everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we celebrated Ryan's 28th Birthday, Happy Birthday!!  He already received his big gift at the join party with Olivia held at the end of June at my parents house.  But, I was still able to surprise him with Halo Wars video game!! He wasn't even expecting that one!  Olivia enjoyed eating cake and is always asking for more.  She even got to open her birthday gifts from Great-Aunt Deed, which included a great vintage Mickey Mouse mug, her favorite cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6821068800247145273?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6821068800247145273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6821068800247145273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6821068800247145273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6821068800247145273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4-2009-trying-to-stay-cool-in-102.html' title='Happy Birthday and Holiday Fun'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SlopY54106I/AAAAAAAAAec/XfQu2VQP2Mg/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-5766757011719862087</id><published>2009-07-07T10:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:36:30.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of updates</title><content type='html'>I challenged my friend, Joni, to see who could update our blogs first.  We've both been very busy the month of June and haven't had time to share our adventures with anyone.  I sit here as Olivia finishes her breakfast, after playing outside while I complete the much needed weed wacking, and thought what a perfect time to write a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last posting had something to do with Chicago, it's been too long, bad Tina!  The entire month of June was spent at my parents house in WI relaxing, going to the airport with my dad and visiting the in-laws.  Some of the major things that happened were quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times I went with Dad out to the the airport to work on the Bamboo Bomber.  It's a 1943 large twin engine aircraft that is gorgeous.  Not many left in working condition so it's really neat to have access to one.  We took the prop off one engine since it was leaking and took it to get fixed.  A week or so later, Olivia came with us to pick it back up...it looked like a brand new prop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I flew a twin-engine Apache airplane to Chicago to pick up my sister Katie for a week of fun.  The trip was a bit bumpy since we traveled at 11,000 ft and through clouds.  Think about flying through a bowl full of cotton balls then hitting potholes in the road and that was the trip, fun all the same.  We saw Katie's new apartment...very nice, and had lunch at Potbelly's.  The entire round trip took less time than it would have just to drive over to Chicago...gotta love airplanes.  Olivia stayed with Mom and they enjoyed eachother's company a lot.  The next day, Dad, Katie and I flew with several other people up to an airshow for the morning.  It was really exciting because there were 4 aircraft of different decades flying formation.  Katie and Dad lead the way in a World War II Navy N3N Biplane, next came the BirdDog (looks like a Piper Cub), then the 1940s twin-engine Apache, then myself with a friend of Dad's in RV.  I took lots of pictures since the RV is an acrobatic aircraft and the slowest speed it could travel before stalling is 100mph (the N3N maxes out at 90mph), hence why we brought up the rear.  I even got to wear a parachute for the first time since the RV can make rolls and loops.  That evening, Olivia and I met up with the in-laws to go to Como Zoo in St. Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia played outside on my parents deck, along with the cats, every second she could.  It was a bit chilly in the beginning but she was out there all the time.  It was nice seeing her have so much fun.  Nana got her a play tent that she proceeded to take all her bedtime items into and we even thought she'd nap out there but no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Eden Prairie to the in-laws every Sunday so they could see Olivia.  One Sunday we went to lake for a late lunch, early dinner, ice cream and playing on the playground.  She got to see her cousin Lydia who has gotten quite big since we last saw her in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I to have gotten bigger.  I went from looking like I'd gained 15 Ibs eating too much pasta to looking pregnant.  Mom got me a bunch of new clothes and just spoiled me rotten.  Back rubs, cooking dinner, making lunch.  I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom regularly, and kept Olivia's things pretty much in order.  Had to do something to make my keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan returned from CA at the end of June and both families got together at my parents house to celebrate both his and Olivia's birthdays as well as father's day.  His flight was delayed then cancelled so Olivia was asleep at my parents house when he landed so I picked him up solo at the airport.  It's weird having the homecoming all to myself and not sharing the join of seeing my husband after a while without other wives doing the same.  It's good to have him back.  Both Ryan and Olivia got great gifts.  Ryan got Rock Band II, the only thing he's ever asked for, while Olivia got some dress up clothes, Mickey Mouse books, Little People Princess Castle and of course adorable clothes.  Not only did they get great gifts, my parents surprised Ryan and me with a brand new Nikon D60, with an extra lens.  I was shocked and Ryan was interested in Rock Band.  I've been saying since my parents got their Nikon how I'd like one too, they take great pictures, and I'm so thankful for my parents ability to find great deals on electronics.  Ryan treats the camera like a newborn child since we both know it won't be replaced if something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that covers the big adventures.  I really just relaxed, oh and helped pull some trees in the backyard and took my dad's 1954 Cadillac out of the trailer and parked it in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed reading about our adventures.  Now wejust have to get this house in order for the arrival of our son.  Much to do and very little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN (Ta Ta For Now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-5766757011719862087?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/5766757011719862087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=5766757011719862087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5766757011719862087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/5766757011719862087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/07/loads-of-updates.html' title='Loads of updates'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4246369068606755525</id><published>2009-06-19T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:45:46.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>After following up on all my friends blogs, I realized that I had not updated our own in quite some time.  However, it will have to wait.  Ryan comes back up north after being gone since the beginning of May so lots must get done before his arrival.  My To Do list was short then long and somethings have been crossed off due to lack of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventures Olivia and I have had here are great! We've relaxed, played outside nearly everyday, and enj0yed my parents company.  They could not have gotten any more of Olivia...ok, they'd love to spend all the time with Olivia but life does come calling that does not involve a 2-yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and stories will come as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4246369068606755525?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4246369068606755525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4246369068606755525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4246369068606755525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4246369068606755525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1282518142337541658</id><published>2009-05-28T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:21:09.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms from Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xfi6DfKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/63rFfi8pKN0/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xfi6DfKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/63rFfi8pKN0/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971732356529314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading all by herself in a giant basket chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xfMpKkdI/AAAAAAAAAds/V_QFBNhhsVo/s1600-h/100_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xfMpKkdI/AAAAAAAAAds/V_QFBNhhsVo/s320/100_2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971726380110290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with Bode (Bo-dee) my sister's 2 yrs old male, energetic cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeqUHI4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_MtKnqc0HvA/s1600-h/100_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeqUHI4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_MtKnqc0HvA/s320/100_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971717164999554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly Olivia with oven mits on her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeYO4_xI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z5vuSN0jWeQ/s1600-h/100_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeYO4_xI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z5vuSN0jWeQ/s320/100_2604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971712311262994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing with Elli in the giant basket chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeA0xXEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/31COlpRhqXQ/s1600-h/100_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xeA0xXEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/31COlpRhqXQ/s320/100_2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340971706027695170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her first trolley ride from the parking garage to the aquarium.  I'm talking with Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1282518142337541658?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1282518142337541658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1282518142337541658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1282518142337541658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1282518142337541658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/randoms-from-chicago.html' title='Randoms from Chicago'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7xfi6DfKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/63rFfi8pKN0/s72-c/IMG_0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6320066852842388933</id><published>2009-05-28T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:13:12.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shedd Aquarium in Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSRuuMYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/alLqR1Bi4hc/s1600-h/100_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSRuuMYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/alLqR1Bi4hc/s320/100_2636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968205872411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uRapBboI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5L5TOgRyHx0/s1600-h/100_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uRapBboI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5L5TOgRyHx0/s320/100_2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968191084555906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSMJUYSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AkbOeqLIjL8/s1600-h/100_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSMJUYSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AkbOeqLIjL8/s320/100_2634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968204373352738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uRxgMBdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XdCmwyB2bwQ/s1600-h/100_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uRxgMBdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XdCmwyB2bwQ/s320/100_2629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968197221516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSuG29SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VuaRWqwNt2Y/s1600-h/100_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSuG29SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VuaRWqwNt2Y/s320/100_2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968213489841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Lincoln Park Zoo, we all traveled to the Shedd Aquarium.  Olivia loves fish so we thought the aquarium would be enjoyable.  Oh, were we wrong.  Not only did we mis-judge the crowds on a holiday weekend, the show stadium for the dolphins had just reopened after a year of construction so there was not any real show.  The dolphins had only been in the new show pool for one day prior to our visit.  Olivia didn't mind though, they still jumped in the air which she throughouly enjoyed, although it was more of a demomstration about training techniques then an actual show.  There were many strollers and stairs which are not a great combo.  I got bowled over by kids trying to squeeze into the smallest spots to see the fish and Olivia is so small she didn't get a good view either.  Need less to say these few pictures are the best we have, due to low lighting, large crowds and my anxiety attack.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-6320066852842388933?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6320066852842388933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6320066852842388933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6320066852842388933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6320066852842388933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/shedd-aquarium-in-chicago.html' title='Shedd Aquarium in Chicago'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sh7uSRuuMYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/alLqR1Bi4hc/s72-c/100_2636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7556639383232994320</id><published>2009-05-23T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:42:20.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYhLNkMI/AAAAAAAAAck/WNnYHYwWEkg/s1600-h/IMG_0465_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYhLNkMI/AAAAAAAAAck/WNnYHYwWEkg/s320/IMG_0465_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105740400201922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYW-bTiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/b1nWJzlwBnY/s1600-h/IMG_0462_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYW-bTiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/b1nWJzlwBnY/s320/IMG_0462_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105737662221858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYJHlzjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7Vg0vxnFbVI/s1600-h/IMG_0458_a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYJHlzjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7Vg0vxnFbVI/s320/IMG_0458_a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105733942562354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and I have traveled up to Chicago to visit my sister for Memorial Day Weekend.  Today we ventured out to the Lincoln Park Zoo...free admission a plus, although parking prices was high.  Olivia enjoyed walking around looking at all the animals.  She enjoyed the polar bear, birds, giraffe's and of course the big cats.  She even really enjoyed circling the base of a tree on a metal grate, just going round and round then round in the other direction.  Thank goodness we didn't have to pay admission and parking for her fun with the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is nice, cool 70s for us southern folk, and she is currently taking a much needed nap.  She did very well on the two day drive north.  Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Winnie the Pooh were a staple on the DVD player.   My cats are with us and they have done great too! There are three cats in the apartment for the weekend and they all seem to be getting along alright.  Leo and Elli are nearly 5 yrs old and Bode (my sister's cat) is only 2, so he tries to play with my cats with very little success.  Olivia on the other hand loves to chase Bode around the livingroom and corner him at the end of the hall.  She just giggles and giggles when he runs away...poor cat.  More updates of our adventures here in Chicago later.  We plan on going to the Shedd Aquarium and the Navy Pier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-7556639383232994320?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7556639383232994320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7556639383232994320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7556639383232994320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7556639383232994320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/lincoln-park-zoo-in-chicago.html' title='Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/ShhQYhLNkMI/AAAAAAAAAck/WNnYHYwWEkg/s72-c/IMG_0465_a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-6615496644985516281</id><published>2009-05-13T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:05:56.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Turns 2 Early</title><content type='html'>With Ryan missing Olivia actual birthday this year, we invited some good friends and neighbor's over for dinner and a small celebration a few weeks early.  Olivia turns 2, OMG...2 already, this Sunday the 17th.  Dinner was great and Olivia loved opening her own presents this year.  Our friends gave her Winnie the Pooh, which she promptly placed in bed with her and has slept with every night since.  We gave her some new books, puzzles, Minnie Mouse to go with her Mickey Mouse (they're like salt and pepper, if she wants one, she wants both) and a Winnie the Pooh Crayola Color Wonder book with markers.  Not to promote the product, but it's the markers that only color on special paper.  It's great because I don't have to worry about her marking the carpet or herself...althought that might be fun to see just once.  As you can see from the pictures below, she loved her all chocolate cupcake and can say cupcake now too!!  She blew out her own candle and I can't be more proud to be her mother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrFNntIsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Ewugl6SR1U/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrFNntIsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Ewugl6SR1U/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335293546361041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDSI9P-xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ljng8gJa62E/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDSI9P-xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ljng8gJa62E/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291424983218962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDR62i9QI/AAAAAAAAAb0/chKMtMMJi04/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDR62i9QI/AAAAAAAAAb0/chKMtMMJi04/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291421197006082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDRs6WwgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lVEIq9egsGU/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDRs6WwgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lVEIq9egsGU/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291417454887426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDRfrxF4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/NwLWY20Gpc8/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrDRfrxF4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/NwLWY20Gpc8/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291413904037762" 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/3051885598034151289-6615496644985516281?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/6615496644985516281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=6615496644985516281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6615496644985516281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/6615496644985516281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/olivia-turns-2-early.html' title='Olivia Turns 2 Early'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgrFNntIsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Ewugl6SR1U/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-7981285118780046502</id><published>2009-05-08T15:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:24:45.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia's Little Brother</title><content type='html'>It's official...we're having a boy!!  The ultrasound tech said it was plain as day that we're having a son.  Time to shop for some clothes, paint his room and figure out how to deal with two little ones.  Exciting times!  Ryan is excited to attend the ultrasound as he missed Olivia's last time.  Pregnancy is going well and my energy level is finally up.  Lot's to do and little time to do it...it's always that way!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgSGWrgAL7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/5AW0Uh6qiCM/s1600-h/Babyboy1on8May09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgSGWrgAL7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/5AW0Uh6qiCM/s320/Babyboy1on8May09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535582905708466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgSGWiEQCsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7n5VXIO1GS4/s1600-h/Babyboy2on8May09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgSGWiEQCsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7n5VXIO1GS4/s320/Babyboy2on8May09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535580373387970" 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/3051885598034151289-7981285118780046502?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/7981285118780046502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=7981285118780046502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7981285118780046502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/7981285118780046502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/olivias-little-brother.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Little Brother'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/SgSGWrgAL7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/5AW0Uh6qiCM/s72-c/Babyboy1on8May09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-1677028255991932391</id><published>2009-05-07T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:46:06.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One More Day</title><content type='html'>It's only one more day until we find out what Baby v2.0's new room color will be.  Either blue or purple with no VOC.  We're really excited and Olivia doesn't really understand what's going on just yet.  We point to my belly and say baby, then she points to her belly and Ryan's belly and says baby too...must work on that.  Update to come asap tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-1677028255991932391?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/1677028255991932391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=1677028255991932391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1677028255991932391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/1677028255991932391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-one-more-day.html' title='Just One More Day'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-4702202167199764405</id><published>2009-04-28T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:19:07.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semper Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sfe3jiROTDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7ulrHhfdzuY/s1600-h/Ryan+and+R+Lee+Ermey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sfe3jiROTDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7ulrHhfdzuY/s400/Ryan+and+R+Lee+Ermey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329930505138621490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of my husband.  Not only is he a great Marine...he's been able to meet R. Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ermey&lt;/span&gt; twice!!  For those of you following this blog that are not familiar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ermey&lt;/span&gt;, he played the famous drill instructor in the movie "Full Metal Jacket" and also has his own show on the History Channel called "Mail Call".  We're still unsure why he was here at Fort Sill but Ryan thinks he was filming his newest show "Locked and Loaded" also on the History Channel.  The first time Ryan met him was back in 29 Palms where he came into the field to watch Lima 3/12 fire the big guns for his new show.  Needless to say, I am a bit jealous but am very happy Ryan had an enjoyable evening at dinner with a Marine celebrity.  A bit of trivia, R. Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ermey&lt;/span&gt; served 11 years in the Marine Corps with a few tours in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;, was medically discharged in 1971 and went to acting school in the Phillippines.  Semper Fi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-4702202167199764405?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/4702202167199764405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=4702202167199764405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4702202167199764405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/4702202167199764405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/04/semper-fi.html' title='Semper Fi'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Sfe3jiROTDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7ulrHhfdzuY/s72-c/Ryan+and+R+Lee+Ermey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8428064142479056548</id><published>2009-04-27T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:56:32.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official Tornado Siren</title><content type='html'>After living down near Dallas, TX for 5 years as a kid, I cannot recall ever hearing a tornado siren go off.  Last night, after almost a year of living in our house here in OK, the tornado siren a block away, went off.  We had a heavy rainfall but it was too dark to see anything.  It only lasted 5 mins or so but we got Olivia out of bed and took her into the bathroom.  She slept through the entire process since I just sat with her and rocked her to keep her asleep.  Ryan gathered the computer, phones, water and tuna.  Then after the siren stopped, we could have gotten another round of heavy rain so I put jackets, shoes, fire box, wallets, diapers and wipes into the bathroom.  The cats also had their collars put on them in case they got out people would know they're not strays (which there are a lot of around here).  Honestly, if the house did get blown away, they'd most likely stick around here...they're such home-bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened, for those of you thinking, "OMG!!!" Olivia slept well the rest of the night, Ryan and I went to bed with no worries at all.  I just think our first experience with the tornado siren was a good one....let's just hope living in tornado alley allows us to keep having good experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8428064142479056548?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8428064142479056548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8428064142479056548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8428064142479056548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8428064142479056548'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-2240289231978909148</id><published>2009-04-21T09:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:20:15.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>I must brag on Ryan as the best husband in the world.  Olivia and I were outside enjoying a warm and windless afternoon, when Ryan came home from work and took flowers out of his truck.  I immediately smiled and asked if the flowers were for Mother's Day (he'll be gone this year for training back in 29 Palms).  He replied, "No, they're just because I felt like it."  OMG!!! This man is wonderful.  It's been a while since he's brought me 'Just Because' flowers and I love him so much.  He's been busy getting back into shape after eye surgery (doctor's said no working out for a long time to avoid sweat dripping into the eyes, causing him to wipe his eyes which is a big no no after surgery), so between that, his master classes and work, he's been a very busy man.  I am proud of him for going back to school to advance his military career for the betterment of this family.  He is a great dad, husband and I am proud to call him mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Se3F76qy2qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Lk5M8dCPUK4/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Se3F76qy2qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Lk5M8dCPUK4/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131567400868514" 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/3051885598034151289-2240289231978909148?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/2240289231978909148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=2240289231978909148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2240289231978909148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/2240289231978909148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Se3F76qy2qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Lk5M8dCPUK4/s72-c/IMG_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051885598034151289.post-8102247275958956977</id><published>2009-04-16T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:25:25.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday was relaxing for our family.  We got up and Olivia completed her first egg hunt.  It was raining outside so the hunt happened inside.  She collected her eggs with stickers inside and preceded to find her M&amp;amp;M's...she's our daughter, she loves chocolate.  We had our weekly pancake breakfast then Ryan needed to study for his final that afternoon.  All in all, it was a nice day and Olivia was as adorable as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw9PU2dpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gwsQ7gt76SQ/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw9PU2dpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gwsQ7gt76SQ/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325278913033041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw88-wFFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QDQehDbViHc/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw88-wFFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/QDQehDbViHc/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325278908108510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw8sE1_hI/AAAAAAAAAas/7IUwYfW-M6c/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw8sE1_hI/AAAAAAAAAas/7IUwYfW-M6c/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325278903570660882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-k1yG7I/AAAAAAAAAak/5j3vLNpGRz0/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-k1yG7I/AAAAAAAAAak/5j3vLNpGRz0/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277836476554162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-TprcMI/AAAAAAAAAac/cXJBp55TJBs/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-TprcMI/AAAAAAAAAac/cXJBp55TJBs/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277831862382786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-U1JEAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NTzSw_s7e5w/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-U1JEAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NTzSw_s7e5w/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277832178896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-HN8KKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ex_rh5KppCE/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv-HN8KKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ex_rh5KppCE/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277828524812450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv92IvMlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qBbpDlrFatg/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secv92IvMlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qBbpDlrFatg/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277823939588690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The after math of giving a toddler stickers.  She then put Mickey on Ryan's big toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051885598034151289-8102247275958956977?l=ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/feeds/8102247275958956977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3051885598034151289&amp;postID=8102247275958956977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8102247275958956977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051885598034151289/posts/default/8102247275958956977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouradventureawaits.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212480480341985067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m89QdvbDPvo/Secw9PU2dpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gwsQ7gt76SQ/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
