<?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-4177868733103020355</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:12:17.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown Bulletin</title><subtitle type='html'>TJ, Emily, Sophia, and Kenton</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1397616720530439383</id><published>2012-02-08T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:00:17.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Four, and One Year Old Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday we had our family pictures taken by the very talented &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doranda&lt;/span&gt;. Sophia and Kenton both had colds, but I could not pass up the weather. It was beautiful and I love outside pictures! She took a lot, but here are some of my favorites...Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJK5sdhYrps/TzNc3gyQyPI/AAAAAAAACvg/ZxumFJXlYqg/s1600/IMG_4481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707007261571860722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJK5sdhYrps/TzNc3gyQyPI/AAAAAAAACvg/ZxumFJXlYqg/s320/IMG_4481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d1SfilorwH4/TzNcn7Qxv4I/AAAAAAAACvM/pPxZOYGL2KA/s1600/IMG_4488-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006993801265026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d1SfilorwH4/TzNcn7Qxv4I/AAAAAAAACvM/pPxZOYGL2KA/s320/IMG_4488-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIMc65JGrqc/TzNcnpPkOcI/AAAAAAAACu8/bF0AH3EfsT4/s1600/IMG_4503%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006988964346306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIMc65JGrqc/TzNcnpPkOcI/AAAAAAAACu8/bF0AH3EfsT4/s320/IMG_4503%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSBLNmFfQAE/TzNcOMZlheI/AAAAAAAACuw/Ws9TJ-QoqBw/s1600/IMG_4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006551725016546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSBLNmFfQAE/TzNcOMZlheI/AAAAAAAACuw/Ws9TJ-QoqBw/s320/IMG_4505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACac26sj-jA/TzNcNURMzLI/AAAAAAAACuk/1tuuAdscwfo/s1600/IMG_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006536657456306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACac26sj-jA/TzNcNURMzLI/AAAAAAAACuk/1tuuAdscwfo/s320/IMG_4518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9yFsgcBeRY/TzNcNFhmrvI/AAAAAAAACuY/CKii_EPLg2A/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006532699729650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9yFsgcBeRY/TzNcNFhmrvI/AAAAAAAACuY/CKii_EPLg2A/s320/IMG_4531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3rJ-ltJWUs/TzNb4aqEnjI/AAAAAAAACuI/7Ek5VpWj2ak/s1600/IMG_4561-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006177595137586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3rJ-ltJWUs/TzNb4aqEnjI/AAAAAAAACuI/7Ek5VpWj2ak/s320/IMG_4561-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9kvElMwdrA/TzNb4FOMf_I/AAAAAAAACt8/pCr0M8aC7Jo/s1600/IMG_4580-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006171841069042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9kvElMwdrA/TzNb4FOMf_I/AAAAAAAACt8/pCr0M8aC7Jo/s320/IMG_4580-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvIH3iy6OS4/TzNb3vC2coI/AAAAAAAACtw/8WYuJbb5ZYo/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006165887906434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvIH3iy6OS4/TzNb3vC2coI/AAAAAAAACtw/8WYuJbb5ZYo/s320/IMG_4600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton boy= 1 year old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to bring a ball because he is crazy about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rloeq-OAMs/TzNbfUXbzVI/AAAAAAAACtk/B0Jg3H_QYoU/s1600/IMG_4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005746409622866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rloeq-OAMs/TzNbfUXbzVI/AAAAAAAACtk/B0Jg3H_QYoU/s320/IMG_4648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one cracked me up because he wouldn't hold the sign right in front of him. He either had it on his head or upside down...typical boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIzps2DiX5E/TzNbegySCNI/AAAAAAAACtY/7s52p0m4Q8A/s1600/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005732563585234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIzps2DiX5E/TzNbegySCNI/AAAAAAAACtY/7s52p0m4Q8A/s320/IMG_4698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I'm his mama, but look at this boy...my heart melts for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUfnZwV3WNU/TzNbeAjl1vI/AAAAAAAACtM/ajXYG1t4ysM/s1600/IMG_4684%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005723912034034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUfnZwV3WNU/TzNbeAjl1vI/AAAAAAAACtM/ajXYG1t4ysM/s320/IMG_4684%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq9BOXzLOLM/TzNbCvtKtJI/AAAAAAAACtA/-dpeTirB2ew/s1600/IMG_4715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005255532328082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq9BOXzLOLM/TzNbCvtKtJI/AAAAAAAACtA/-dpeTirB2ew/s320/IMG_4715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FrSuHZu9RE/TzNbBwbsT-I/AAAAAAAACs0/f3dy7jiOHqE/s1600/IMG_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005238547599330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FrSuHZu9RE/TzNbBwbsT-I/AAAAAAAACs0/f3dy7jiOHqE/s320/IMG_4760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBF1uzDoDTg/TzNbBYbbzeI/AAAAAAAACso/7lBh1pMzWcQ/s1600/IMG_4787-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707005232104066530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBF1uzDoDTg/TzNbBYbbzeI/AAAAAAAACso/7lBh1pMzWcQ/s320/IMG_4787-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia = 4 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved her picture taken. You can tell here that she's trying to not have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; eyes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4oBYOyduN0/TzNathdKs8I/AAAAAAAACsc/lLFYxJ9TuFs/s1600/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707004890929869762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4oBYOyduN0/TzNathdKs8I/AAAAAAAACsc/lLFYxJ9TuFs/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B-E-A-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQvYA2zoVqA/TzNasiGJ-PI/AAAAAAAACsQ/ZObI0IJ6sQo/s1600/IMG_4806-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707004873921919218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQvYA2zoVqA/TzNasiGJ-PI/AAAAAAAACsQ/ZObI0IJ6sQo/s320/IMG_4806-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoOCNo3-kdw/TzNascjfCDI/AAAAAAAACsE/eUGWb0KJ7M4/s1600/IMG_4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707004872434321458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoOCNo3-kdw/TzNascjfCDI/AAAAAAAACsE/eUGWb0KJ7M4/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia strike a pose...She's a natural poser;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBT2laHkOcc/TzNaWEL69NI/AAAAAAAACr4/mYnPLoLXFiY/s1600/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707004487935915218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBT2laHkOcc/TzNaWEL69NI/AAAAAAAACr4/mYnPLoLXFiY/s320/IMG_4840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say...I am blessed to have a hot husband and 2 beautiful kids. I love them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1397616720530439383?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1397616720530439383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1397616720530439383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1397616720530439383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1397616720530439383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/02/family-four-and-one-year-old-pictures.html' title='Family, Four, and One Year Old Pictures'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-mJK5sdhYrps/TzNc3gyQyPI/AAAAAAAACvg/ZxumFJXlYqg/s72-c/IMG_4481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4469765933779196044</id><published>2012-01-31T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:08:40.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenton Boy is O-N-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One year ago Kenton Curtis Rickie Brown &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt; our lives. It was a Monday morning at 2am when I started having contractions. We went to the hospital at 6am and he was born at 9:26am 2 weeks early. He weighed 8 lbs, 8 oz and was 21 1/2 inches long (can you imagine how big he would have been 2 weeks later???...sheesh...obviously he had no more room). I was blessed with an easy and fast delivery. It was love at first sight and I still can't get enough of him:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBawyj_cTU/TyjOdoau-OI/AAAAAAAACrU/SArVJp3SF6M/s1600/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035936525809890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBawyj_cTU/TyjOdoau-OI/AAAAAAAACrU/SArVJp3SF6M/s320/338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU-f71WLhII/TyjOUrFvDII/AAAAAAAACrI/qFq_Z-Jt6ZU/s1600/346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035782624218242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU-f71WLhII/TyjOUrFvDII/AAAAAAAACrI/qFq_Z-Jt6ZU/s320/346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is a little more cleaned up. He had very skinny long legs and huge hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iilAEfzGJ0/TyjOT8i_X-I/AAAAAAAACq8/5urMZfc62W0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035770130456546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iilAEfzGJ0/TyjOT8i_X-I/AAAAAAAACq8/5urMZfc62W0/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-394dyaiCm7U/TyjOTl4VFNI/AAAAAAAACqw/23lqXkRB_EI/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035764045944018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-394dyaiCm7U/TyjOTl4VFNI/AAAAAAAACqw/23lqXkRB_EI/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best moment when Sophia came to see him. I still remember the moment she walked in the room. She said, "Where is he?" right away. She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; excited and ready to be a big sister. She is amazing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFAIz6T2DNQ/TyjN9ZOYtYI/AAAAAAAACqk/AAkD3D1qoFw/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035382691673474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFAIz6T2DNQ/TyjN9ZOYtYI/AAAAAAAACqk/AAkD3D1qoFw/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is ready to go home with us! Let the adventure begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9obULJG_IU/TyjN8zizvZI/AAAAAAAACqY/tvjKtVbzSI8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035372576783762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9obULJG_IU/TyjN8zizvZI/AAAAAAAACqY/tvjKtVbzSI8/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here he is! This is an official 1 year picture on his day!!!! Sophia seemed to keep her same look, but Kenton has changed quite a bit. Super dark, straight hair to light curly hair and his eyes are a brighter blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvOutBAqHc8/TyjN8tfR-zI/AAAAAAAACqM/HnYaE9w9fxA/s1600/DSC08784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035370951375666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvOutBAqHc8/TyjN8tfR-zI/AAAAAAAACqM/HnYaE9w9fxA/s320/DSC08784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it when he does this. This is his "I'm so funny" face. His face scrunches up and he gives a fake laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMTAfuYAqXc/TyjNXln9jUI/AAAAAAAACqA/UCN7Tzc2sIk/s1600/DSC08783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704034733185142082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMTAfuYAqXc/TyjNXln9jUI/AAAAAAAACqA/UCN7Tzc2sIk/s320/DSC08783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had his birthday party on Saturday (post to come), so we just went to Red Robin to use his free birthday coupon. He was not too sure about them singing and clapping. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; someone started singing to him today, including me, he would get all bashful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TK2YVRh8lXE/TyjNW_FPYtI/AAAAAAAACp0/4OwlY_1fn6M/s1600/DSC08788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704034722838962898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TK2YVRh8lXE/TyjNW_FPYtI/AAAAAAAACp0/4OwlY_1fn6M/s320/DSC08788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy cool whip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BC-IPYDEGbQ/TyjNWZwSpRI/AAAAAAAACpo/RJh8S5Le2Wc/s1600/DSC08789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704034712818984210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BC-IPYDEGbQ/TyjNWZwSpRI/AAAAAAAACpo/RJh8S5Le2Wc/s320/DSC08789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of my favorite things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. He says mom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;, uh-oh, hi, and ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Loves to climb the stairs and yells for help when he wants to come down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Starting to walk (10 steps at the most so far) and can balance for a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Loves balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Does not mess around with food. He has not put 1 thing in his mouth that he doesn't like. He eats more than Sophia some nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Hears music and starts to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Starting to bug his sister (gets into the things she is playing with. She often says, "Mom can you distract Kenton, ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Likes to tackle (whenever we are on the floor he will crawl quickly over with a "I'm gonna get you scream" and dog piles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Tilts his head to say hello to you with a huge smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Picks up the phone, puts it to his ear and says, "hi" but it sounds like "&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt;". If I'm talking on the phone and he doesn't have one he will put his hand over his ear and say, "&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Loves his blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Starting to get mad and throw mini tantrums..the testing is beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Smiles a lot (his dimples work me over)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is much much more, but I think that list is long enough. He is a good boy and is quite busy, but I love every minute. Today has been a very reflective day for me. When Sophia turned 1 I was excited. I think because she was my first, I was more eager for the "next stage", but with Kenton I just want the time and him growing up to slow down. I am amazed that he is 1 already. Him and I have always had a close bond that I treasure. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENTON BOY:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4469765933779196044?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4469765933779196044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4469765933779196044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4469765933779196044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4469765933779196044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/kenton-boy-is-o-n-e.html' title='Kenton Boy is O-N-E'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-fCBawyj_cTU/TyjOdoau-OI/AAAAAAAACrU/SArVJp3SF6M/s72-c/338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-568798692637100020</id><published>2012-01-19T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:03:58.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love snow, probably because we don't get it very often, so when we do get it, I love it! This has been an amazing week of family time and stay at home time, which we all desperately needed. This has been our week so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday: Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday- No school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday: Wake-up, get ready to go to work, get a call from the school district-no school (we have NO snow at our house). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday night: Do the snow dance to get snow. Jealous of everyone else playing in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday: No school- WE have snow:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday: No school- Lots of snow/freezing rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday: ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we're going to have to make up those days later in the year, but right now these snow days have been total bliss:) This is Kenton's first snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EK7fUm0Zfzg/Txid5ZBsMwI/AAAAAAAACn8/vwK7_BmjwZo/s1600/DSC08729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478937733444354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EK7fUm0Zfzg/Txid5ZBsMwI/AAAAAAAACn8/vwK7_BmjwZo/s320/DSC08729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we went out on Wednesday, it was pretty windy so the snow kept slamming us in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iR9qRF3Ys8/Txid4xpG3LI/AAAAAAAACnw/-QqowMLIMbM/s1600/DSC08728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478927161351346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iR9qRF3Ys8/Txid4xpG3LI/AAAAAAAACnw/-QqowMLIMbM/s320/DSC08728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are ready for a ride. Daddy forgot to tell Sophia to hold on to Kenton. He gave a push and out rolled Kenton face first in the snow (not the best first impression for him, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; picked him up his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; was covered in snow and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eyebrows&lt;/span&gt; and face were covered in it too. So sad, but quite funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spm-QEpIHXA/Txids3gJkkI/AAAAAAAACnk/fvCR9uIhM2w/s1600/DSC08730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478722575962690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spm-QEpIHXA/Txids3gJkkI/AAAAAAAACnk/fvCR9uIhM2w/s320/DSC08730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So as you can imagine, that was it for Kenton for that day. His face was cold already, but now it was frozen and bright red. Way to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scFzLcFGox8/TxidsUf2xxI/AAAAAAAACnY/J4Cq9aF50_E/s1600/DSC08732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478713179490066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scFzLcFGox8/TxidsUf2xxI/AAAAAAAACnY/J4Cq9aF50_E/s320/DSC08732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Daddy did it, he went in with Kenton and I stayed outside to play with Sophia. We did some more sledding, threw snowballs, well kind of balls, and built a little snowman. Our snowman is totally edible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jc2o50OyN4g/Txidr8_OISI/AAAAAAAACnM/g4UqzbZ-O3o/s1600/DSC08733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478706868592930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jc2o50OyN4g/Txidr8_OISI/AAAAAAAACnM/g4UqzbZ-O3o/s320/DSC08733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out again the next day to play some more and give Kenton a more positive experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDallxrwiZ8/TxidVGdDcjI/AAAAAAAACnA/r_q5jv4kI7s/s1600/DSC08746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478314272649778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDallxrwiZ8/TxidVGdDcjI/AAAAAAAACnA/r_q5jv4kI7s/s320/DSC08746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton is ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dibvsS85xX4/TxidUUoMcXI/AAAAAAAACm0/vJyMEw4Z3cs/s1600/DSC08734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478300897603954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dibvsS85xX4/TxidUUoMcXI/AAAAAAAACm0/vJyMEw4Z3cs/s320/DSC08734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We forgot to make a snow angel the day before, so we made sure to do it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejzys_Sx9Gc/TxidUBsSOrI/AAAAAAAACmo/co_I5cNsQgA/s1600/DSC08739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699478295814486706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejzys_Sx9Gc/TxidUBsSOrI/AAAAAAAACmo/co_I5cNsQgA/s320/DSC08739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He didn't mind sitting in it, but had so many clothes on that he couldn't really move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7L7otkMalw/TxidB-7J6pI/AAAAAAAACmc/MsEqnG3FYTw/s1600/DSC08741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699477985833904786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7L7otkMalw/TxidB-7J6pI/AAAAAAAACmc/MsEqnG3FYTw/s320/DSC08741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how I tell Sophia to hold on to Kenton, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;:) Who says you can't use boogie boards in Washington? They make great sleds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rEen-Gqypo/TxidAkpw7uI/AAAAAAAACmQ/lbm575zEdAQ/s1600/DSC08749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699477961601773282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rEen-Gqypo/TxidAkpw7uI/AAAAAAAACmQ/lbm575zEdAQ/s320/DSC08749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Kenton was having flashbacks because he looked very worried and was not too sure. When he went down with me, he wanted to hold on tight around me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2drkpQ-VsUc/TxidAKnz30I/AAAAAAAACmE/OyqQOQghAy8/s1600/DSC08751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699477954614255426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2drkpQ-VsUc/TxidAKnz30I/AAAAAAAACmE/OyqQOQghAy8/s320/DSC08751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you snow for the fun times and good memories:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-568798692637100020?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/568798692637100020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=568798692637100020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/568798692637100020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/568798692637100020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-days.html' title='SNOW DAYS'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-EK7fUm0Zfzg/Txid5ZBsMwI/AAAAAAAACn8/vwK7_BmjwZo/s72-c/DSC08729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-9074800700428978854</id><published>2012-01-19T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:44:05.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be perfectly honest, Sophia's birthday snuck up on us this year, so we kept it simple and invited just her cousins and had it at home. But one thing Sophia knew was she wanted a HELLO KITTY theme! We had her birthday party Friday night after school, so we decorated the night before. I don't want to brag, but I loved how these Hello Kitty puffs turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GojuXQ--Gjk/TxhedDr3R3I/AAAAAAAACl4/1FXZHYn-iXk/s1600/DSC08679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699409181735864178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GojuXQ--Gjk/TxhedDr3R3I/AAAAAAAACl4/1FXZHYn-iXk/s320/DSC08679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns-cvOk7d58/TxheTQhliHI/AAAAAAAACls/f14sVwMSno4/s1600/DSC08680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699409013383727218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns-cvOk7d58/TxheTQhliHI/AAAAAAAACls/f14sVwMSno4/s320/DSC08680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--w0tTDemf70/TxheRHaU4wI/AAAAAAAAClg/-EqdrFP0Md4/s1600/DSC08681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408976577618690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--w0tTDemf70/TxheRHaU4wI/AAAAAAAAClg/-EqdrFP0Md4/s320/DSC08681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made her cake. Looks cute and was one of the easiest ones I have made:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY7h06NbVrE/TxheQnssm6I/AAAAAAAAClU/6x7qK3va4hI/s1600/DSC08683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408968064736162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY7h06NbVrE/TxheQnssm6I/AAAAAAAAClU/6x7qK3va4hI/s320/DSC08683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't know, I am not a fan of characters on clothes. I guess Hello Kitty is not as bad, but my mom found this lovely dress. She knew I would never buy it, so she did to torture me and she knew I wouldn't say no because it goes with her birthday theme. Isn't it tacky??!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Sophia loves it and has actually worn in multiple times since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwrvXyhqVi0/Txhd585dfOI/AAAAAAAAClI/FpRWcmUP24w/s1600/DSC08688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408578618424546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwrvXyhqVi0/Txhd585dfOI/AAAAAAAAClI/FpRWcmUP24w/s320/DSC08688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia wanted corn dogs, polish dogs for the adults, vegetables, and chips for dinner. PERFECT menu for kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8p6VqVDEN4/Txhd5cXoODI/AAAAAAAACk8/bLS5_gZbV3Q/s1600/DSC08689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408569886586930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8p6VqVDEN4/Txhd5cXoODI/AAAAAAAACk8/bLS5_gZbV3Q/s320/DSC08689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't leave the big boys out at the little table (funny how that worked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHFm373uf-k/Txhd46Kc_gI/AAAAAAAACkw/DRc0_ePsNkE/s1600/DSC08691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408560704519682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHFm373uf-k/Txhd46Kc_gI/AAAAAAAACkw/DRc0_ePsNkE/s320/DSC08691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner, the kids did a craft. The girls decorated a bow to be like Hello Kitty and the boys decorated door hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iP5TbmGqaIM/Txhdlrvk-LI/AAAAAAAACkk/f5sq1AUQknw/s1600/DSC08693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408230416185522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iP5TbmGqaIM/Txhdlrvk-LI/AAAAAAAACkk/f5sq1AUQknw/s320/DSC08693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was "pin the bow on Hello Kitty." Sophia had to watch her cousins do it first and then she finally warmed up to the game. Miles won and got his bow the closest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1ZT9ejF_gs/TxhdlHlcJLI/AAAAAAAACkY/P2c2NAGHBaA/s1600/DSC08696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408220709987506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1ZT9ejF_gs/TxhdlHlcJLI/AAAAAAAACkY/P2c2NAGHBaA/s320/DSC08696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qduLg3X-T8/TxhdksARWsI/AAAAAAAACkM/WCJprpWQB1w/s1600/DSC08697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699408213306333890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qduLg3X-T8/TxhdksARWsI/AAAAAAAACkM/WCJprpWQB1w/s320/DSC08697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Present time! She got decked out on Hello Kitty stuff and lots more! She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; spoiled.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlwhUKW0DbQ/TxhdSuMUb1I/AAAAAAAACkA/D6XX__qUsOY/s1600/DSC08699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699407904656093010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlwhUKW0DbQ/TxhdSuMUb1I/AAAAAAAACkA/D6XX__qUsOY/s320/DSC08699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most kids love pinatas right? Well Sophia does not usually like to participate when there is a pinata. She mentioned she wanted one and I said no at first. She reassured me that she would do it because it would be at her house. So we got one. Not thinking it totally threw because it was dark and cold outside and we didn't want it in the house. To the garage we went (don't mind the mess..haven't organized that yet). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; stood on a ladder and had the kids swing. Sophia actually did it! That was the good part. The bad part is that the pinata ended up in tears by the birthday girl. When it was popped open all the kids clobbered the candy. There was not much space, so Sophia just started crying. We will just say that there probably won't be a pinata at her party again, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0C7sOBoCWY/TxhdRqXxDqI/AAAAAAAACj0/X8DOkvJs9-Q/s1600/DSC08710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699407886450495138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0C7sOBoCWY/TxhdRqXxDqI/AAAAAAAACj0/X8DOkvJs9-Q/s320/DSC08710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her bad attitude continued as we sung her Happy Birthday (she has never been a huge fan of that though). This is such a classic picture. Plugged ears and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pout&lt;/span&gt; face. She wouldn't blow out her candles either...what a party &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;;) That actually reminds me of myself as a kid. I hated that attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yRh8IB0WH4/TxhdRNRz4aI/AAAAAAAACjo/skKM9WE-Vgs/s1600/DSC08713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699407878640886178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yRh8IB0WH4/TxhdRNRz4aI/AAAAAAAACjo/skKM9WE-Vgs/s320/DSC08713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got happier when it was time to play "kitty". Look at all those cute kitties listening to the directions of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOZ0atV3z2w/Txhca_vPUrI/AAAAAAAACjg/CEKz7WgP9k8/s1600/DSC08717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699406947293287090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOZ0atV3z2w/Txhca_vPUrI/AAAAAAAACjg/CEKz7WgP9k8/s320/DSC08717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had an eating contest, but had to eat like a kitty. They ate goldfish and were very entertaining doing it. Tyler was the fastest eater and Jackson was the most determined to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeRxqT17nUc/TxhcaTlX3iI/AAAAAAAACjQ/dNxuIDxR5ZQ/s1600/DSC08719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699406935440743970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeRxqT17nUc/TxhcaTlX3iI/AAAAAAAACjQ/dNxuIDxR5ZQ/s320/DSC08719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton played too, but made up his own rules:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7BdJ0awBOE/TxhcaH1n_VI/AAAAAAAACjE/nZugWEgY96s/s1600/DSC08721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699406932287683922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7BdJ0awBOE/TxhcaH1n_VI/AAAAAAAACjE/nZugWEgY96s/s320/DSC08721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, it was a fun party. The kids enjoyed themselves and were all tired when they left. Thank you to all her cousins and family for coming! It made her party great:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-9074800700428978854?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/9074800700428978854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=9074800700428978854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9074800700428978854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9074800700428978854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-kitty-partay.html' title='Hello Kitty Partay!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-GojuXQ--Gjk/TxhedDr3R3I/AAAAAAAACl4/1FXZHYn-iXk/s72-c/DSC08679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-518159876840772453</id><published>2012-01-19T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:03:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia is 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does 4 sound so much older than 3? I know it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt; to say that it feels like yesterday Sophia was born, but it really does. She weighed 8lbs, 8 oz and was alert since the second she was born. She is still very alert and aware of everything around her, which makes for some great conversations. She is sassy, but loving, is a great big sister, and fun to be around. She was so excited for her birthday. Every day she would say, "Is it my birthday?" We made a chain count down to help her keep track. We surprised her with a decorated door the morning of her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-qOJhGlWhA/TxhV-rIH1NI/AAAAAAAACi4/z-EVKOREl2I/s1600/DSC08666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399863654405330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-qOJhGlWhA/TxhV-rIH1NI/AAAAAAAACi4/z-EVKOREl2I/s320/DSC08666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And balloons in her room (they are always a hit)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHAmTmiRDIg/TxhV96zI-DI/AAAAAAAACis/oEm46rPdyEA/s1600/DSC08665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399850681497650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHAmTmiRDIg/TxhV96zI-DI/AAAAAAAACis/oEm46rPdyEA/s320/DSC08665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She helped me make confetti sugar cookies on a stick for her preschool friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoV4zSjJ4sk/TxhV9UkDlYI/AAAAAAAACig/SjmEcNNQ10w/s1600/DSC08667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399840417682818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoV4zSjJ4sk/TxhV9UkDlYI/AAAAAAAACig/SjmEcNNQ10w/s320/DSC08667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For dinner we went to Red Robin to use her birthday coupon and some family joined us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxpqEy-_A8Q/TxhVpKF8hhI/AAAAAAAACiU/chrXSSZV3c4/s1600/DSC08669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399494009652754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxpqEy-_A8Q/TxhVpKF8hhI/AAAAAAAACiU/chrXSSZV3c4/s320/DSC08669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nama&lt;/span&gt;, Aunt Nancy, and Grandma/pa Brown bought some presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmHhBHf27a4/TxhVoS_I5dI/AAAAAAAACiI/QUbgijnARQQ/s1600/DSC08677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399479217153490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmHhBHf27a4/TxhVoS_I5dI/AAAAAAAACiI/QUbgijnARQQ/s320/DSC08677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sophia was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; with my mom one day, they walked by the fabric and Sophia immediately spotted Hello Kitty fleece and asked her to make her a new blanket. She did and even got a pillow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHXbT-ByN4g/TxhVn_ADysI/AAAAAAAACh8/GB7yIooavTM/s1600/DSC08678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699399473852304066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHXbT-ByN4g/TxhVn_ADysI/AAAAAAAACh8/GB7yIooavTM/s320/DSC08678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I interviewed Sophia for her birthday on the video camera and this is how it went (picture her dancing while answering the questions):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. How old are you?----4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. When is your birthday?----January 12 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.What's your favorite color ---- red, yellow, orange, green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. What's your favorite thing to play outside? -----basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. What's your favorite food?----&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; (I said, "what") then she said----&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. What's the theme of your party----Hello Kitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. What do you like to play the most at preschool?----Playing kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. What's your favorite song----Just Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. What's your favorite thing to play----Just Dance on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you?----Mommy and Daddy and Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Who's your best friend----Jackson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bergdahl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can we say...WE LOVE HER AND ARE BLESSED TO HAVE HER AS A PART OF OUR FAMILY:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-518159876840772453?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/518159876840772453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=518159876840772453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/518159876840772453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/518159876840772453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/sophia-is-4.html' title='Sophia is 4!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-R-qOJhGlWhA/TxhV-rIH1NI/AAAAAAAACi4/z-EVKOREl2I/s72-c/DSC08666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4879254808563335664</id><published>2012-01-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:00:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know Christmas is over and done with, but I didn't get a chance to post about it before we left for Hawaii, so bare with me. Sophia had her annual Christmas preschool program. Just to think 3 years ago, she was scared and didn't want to leave my side so I had to hide so she couldn't see me and this year, she was standing up there proud and singing loud. My girl is growing up (it hurts my heart a little)! Her best friend is Jackson on the end (Santa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFpIKo43jo/TxefmlXA9vI/AAAAAAAAChw/Sqp0dRd49ZQ/s1600/DSC08215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699199338673141490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFpIKo43jo/TxefmlXA9vI/AAAAAAAAChw/Sqp0dRd49ZQ/s320/DSC08215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa came early to our house (1 week early). I almost forgot about cookies for Santa. At about 7pm Sophia said, "Mom what about cookies for Santa?" Thank goodness for the sugar cookie mix. And she picked out the Santa mug for the milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WysK30UDhhE/Txd5uKu5j3I/AAAAAAAAChM/tyTz_eISUgw/s1600/DSC08232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157687522660210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WysK30UDhhE/Txd5uKu5j3I/AAAAAAAAChM/tyTz_eISUgw/s320/DSC08232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEBoo08s11w/Txd5t0X1X1I/AAAAAAAAChA/QMeSblqG7uo/s1600/DSC08235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157681520336722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEBoo08s11w/Txd5t0X1X1I/AAAAAAAAChA/QMeSblqG7uo/s320/DSC08235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right when she woke up she asked if Santa came. At our house Santa doesn't wrap the presents, he leaves them out on the coach for the kids to see right away. Here they are checking out what they got...Aren't their PJ's cute (thanks Nama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOgHftOAqX4/Txd5T2CcfsI/AAAAAAAACg0/TjGHkxhXA34/s1600/DSC08243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157235290898114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOgHftOAqX4/Txd5T2CcfsI/AAAAAAAACg0/TjGHkxhXA34/s320/DSC08243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (oh shoot, it didn't rotate) This was her big want. She got it! A Hello Kitty clock (Hello kitty is big at our house right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3NSTB6aBZc/Txd5Tc7i1vI/AAAAAAAACgo/D99Ien9Ra0o/s1600/DSC08248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157228551067378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3NSTB6aBZc/Txd5Tc7i1vI/AAAAAAAACgo/D99Ien9Ra0o/s320/DSC08248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also got a new kitchen that fits better in our new house...Kenton had a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lgpnidsZrs/Txd5TNJobVI/AAAAAAAACgc/pfcc_7wOFtc/s1600/DSC08251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157224315186514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lgpnidsZrs/Txd5TNJobVI/AAAAAAAACgc/pfcc_7wOFtc/s320/DSC08251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Kenton got one of his favorite things....A BALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8G6QhNEZtI/Txd47QMsCbI/AAAAAAAACgQ/tmd6LqssnnY/s1600/DSC08253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156812816452018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8G6QhNEZtI/Txd47QMsCbI/AAAAAAAACgQ/tmd6LqssnnY/s320/DSC08253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to my parent's house to celebrate Christmas with them. Boy did we get spoiled once again!!! Sophia was so excited. If you notice she got a high back booster seat that she can wear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; with and a big girl pretty doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wjcaIG3f0/Txd46_Le8nI/AAAAAAAACgE/30-2V0XwOhI/s1600/DSC08260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156808247997042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wjcaIG3f0/Txd46_Le8nI/AAAAAAAACgE/30-2V0XwOhI/s320/DSC08260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was a happy boy too...NEW CLIPPERS! He used these that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DHk_hFCkNo/Txd46aK1VjI/AAAAAAAACf4/S_1a4vHQ41Y/s1600/DSC08262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156798313158194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DHk_hFCkNo/Txd46aK1VjI/AAAAAAAACf4/S_1a4vHQ41Y/s320/DSC08262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton also got a fun car track and clothes, which he was in need of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDxydYqQ73o/Txd4X23uTKI/AAAAAAAACfs/LXe0C7B6qIU/s1600/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156204722212002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDxydYqQ73o/Txd4X23uTKI/AAAAAAAACfs/LXe0C7B6qIU/s320/DSC08273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-winClH-Z1Co/Txd4XFsSkgI/AAAAAAAACfg/7oCU4iGix2E/s1600/DSC08278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156191520920066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-winClH-Z1Co/Txd4XFsSkgI/AAAAAAAACfg/7oCU4iGix2E/s320/DSC08278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYxHg6g608/Txd4W3brNVI/AAAAAAAACfU/FklXI27NoVc/s1600/DSC08279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699156187693135186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYxHg6g608/Txd4W3brNVI/AAAAAAAACfU/FklXI27NoVc/s320/DSC08279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, none of the pictures got rotated for some reason. They showed me that they were until they got uploaded...weird! Anyway, we had another wonderful Christmas, early and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4879254808563335664?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4879254808563335664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4879254808563335664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4879254808563335664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4879254808563335664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-at-home.html' title='Christmas at home'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-MzFpIKo43jo/TxefmlXA9vI/AAAAAAAAChw/Sqp0dRd49ZQ/s72-c/DSC08215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-902850149586075853</id><published>2012-01-06T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:22:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenton's Eye Update</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have not updated my blog about Kenton's eyes. In November we went to Portland to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHSU&lt;/span&gt; hospital where Kenton was able to see a specialist and have a ERG (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;electro&lt;/span&gt;-retinal graph) done. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHSU&lt;/span&gt; was so big that it had a gondola! My dad, mom, and sister came with us. I wanted my dad there for the eye lingo, my mom for support, and sister to help play with Sophia. Anyway, it was a long day, but Kenton was a trooper. When we first got there Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pennisi&lt;/span&gt; looked in his eyes for any discoloration and the nurse dilated his eyes and put numbing medicine on his feet to get ready for the IV. We waited about an hour (and I tried very hard to stay calm) and then they called us back. We then sat in a pitch black dark room with Kenton for 30 minutes to let his eyes rest. It was so dark that you couldn't see ANYTHING. The first 15 minutes he sat on my lap and we sang and bounced and the last 15 minutes he fell asleep. When our 30 minutes was up, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anaesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; had us lay him on the table. She explained that when she gives him the medicine to fall asleep it will only take 3-5 seconds before he goes out. She said that was normal and not to be startled. Well, Mr. Kenton took about 2o seconds. He kept trying to sit up and fight it. After he went out, he was so still, which was weird to see. We left and they started the procedure. We met with the genetic specialist. She asked us about our family history in depth. The ERG took about an hour. We were there when Kenton woke back up. We had to wait a bit until he was a little more with it to feed him a bottle (he hadn't eaten since the night before). At this point I was anxious for the results. We were called back into the office and Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pennisi&lt;/span&gt; and the genetic specialist explained the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenton has idiopathic infantile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt;. Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pennisi&lt;/span&gt; said that this type is a milder type of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; and is a genetic type. He said that Kenton's retina's look healthy (phew!). He saw NO NO discoloration, NO degeneration, or retinal detachment (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!). He said most likely his eyes will improve or stay the same, but not get worse. There is no way of knowing if he'll need glasses until he gets a little older. His eyes do still move back and forth but not nearly as much as they did a few months ago. He told us to watch for head tilting because sometimes people with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; do that to compensate for it. We asked if there was a specific gene linked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; and they said that there was not at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after his appointment, the genetic specialist called us. She said that after we left, they did more research and felt that there could be a specific gene linked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to know if she could use Kenton in a study (they already took his blood, so she could use that). Usually a research study costs thousands of dollars, but she said she could do it for $350. I thought that it was weird that we had to pay, but I know there is a lot of people and time that put a lot of work into such studies. How could we say no if it could possibly help Kenton down the road and other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; patients? There was no guarantee of any new information being found, but we were willing to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, the genetic specialist called and said they found a specific gene linked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt;! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? It is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FRMD&lt;/span&gt;7 gene. Every one has the gene, but for those with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt;, the gene has a mutation. There is nothing that changes for Kenton right now. The gene cannot be removed, but having this new research finding can possibly help in the future. Sophia can choose to be tested for this gene when she is 18years old to see if she is a carrier. I think that it's pretty neat that because of Kenton, it inspired these doctors to look more closely at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; and that Kenton was a part of new findings. His eyes are not perfect, but they are healthy and I'm grateful for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-902850149586075853?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/902850149586075853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=902850149586075853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/902850149586075853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/902850149586075853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/kentons-eye-update.html' title='Kenton&apos;s Eye Update'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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-4177868733103020355.post-7080790229941487659</id><published>2012-01-03T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:52:02.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really..Did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Based on a true story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time there were 2 girls. One was named Anna and the other was named Hollie. There was also a boy named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;. They all were all in Maui together. One morning Anna got hungry so she borrowed a frying pan from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; parent's room. She made her eggs, washed her pan and placed it on the counter. Later &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was going to his parents room so to be kind his wife handed him the pan to take back for Anna. As he was walking, he was swinging the pan. Meanwhile, Hollie was walking to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; parents room at the same time as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is a funny boy, so he decided to pretend to smack Hollie with the pan. All of a sudden, the pan handle flew off the pan which caused the pan to fly in the air and hit the windshield of the wicked witch of the D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;condos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END!.........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it really wasn't the end of the story, but I had to write it like a fictional story because it was so comical and dumb that it happened. It was one of those moments that I wish we could rewind. The owners of this car have not been happy with us the whole trip and have made complaints about us. Apparently they don't like kids, scooters, or laughter and go to bed at 7:30pm, so this was like the icing on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZhjqM-AiXQ/TwNqOVJVP5I/AAAAAAAACfI/7C-CTm3YhNc/s1600/DSC08623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693511148353437586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZhjqM-AiXQ/TwNqOVJVP5I/AAAAAAAACfI/7C-CTm3YhNc/s320/DSC08623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was responsible and let the owners know right away what happened. She was mad and was blaming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; for this. He was like, "Yes lady, I got a pan and threw it at your windshield because I thought it would be fun...SERIOUSLY LADY?" She also told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; that we have not been considerate and he responded with, "We are just enjoying our vacation and if I wasn't considerate I would not have come and told you." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is really good at staying calm, but firm with his words. Anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; got on the phone right away, set up a place to fix their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt; ($500 later for us). They then saw a dent in the car and wanted to file with our insurance so we canceled the windshield. They were trying to claim it like a car accident and called the cops too. The cops were laughing at them! To end the story, our homeowners insurance is taking care of it! My sister-n-law said this whole situation is like one of those All-State commercials. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tV6kGXpCRrc/TwNn_yMUlxI/AAAAAAAACe8/EdqUD4zQwis/s1600/DSC08625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693508699429312274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tV6kGXpCRrc/TwNn_yMUlxI/AAAAAAAACe8/EdqUD4zQwis/s320/DSC08625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that fiasco, we went to the beach. The waves weren't too bad, so Sophia got on the boogie board and took a wave. It almost swallowed her (look closely, she is on the board), so one ride was enough, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUw_kXgor94/TwNn_ZOsJFI/AAAAAAAACew/Apl3dh6sJ5s/s1600/DSC08628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693508692728357970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUw_kXgor94/TwNn_ZOsJFI/AAAAAAAACew/Apl3dh6sJ5s/s320/DSC08628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdQWiBcR5I4/TwNmNsRYhgI/AAAAAAAACek/kUTkjj4Evjw/s1600/DSC08636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693506739334841858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdQWiBcR5I4/TwNmNsRYhgI/AAAAAAAACek/kUTkjj4Evjw/s320/DSC08636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This made my day! Sophia was holding Kenton in the kid pool and bounced him up and down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she tried to give him back to me, he jumped toward Sophia and hung on to her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhZRBgywak/TwNmND9IJgI/AAAAAAAACeY/8SaJjIrAArI/s1600/DSC08639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693506728512464386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhZRBgywak/TwNmND9IJgI/AAAAAAAACeY/8SaJjIrAArI/s320/DSC08639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7080790229941487659?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7080790229941487659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7080790229941487659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7080790229941487659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7080790229941487659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/reallydid-that-happen.html' title='Really..Did that happen?'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-RZhjqM-AiXQ/TwNqOVJVP5I/AAAAAAAACfI/7C-CTm3YhNc/s72-c/DSC08623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4891390441368477259</id><published>2012-01-03T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:29:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We wanted to take Sophia to a Luau, but she didn't seem totally excited about it so we didn't want to spend the money if she wasn't going to enjoy it all. At the same time, we wanted her to see hula dancers, so we went to a free show at the Cannery Mall. We took Mollie with us of course. The show was absolutely perfect. It was free. We got front row seats. It was an hour long and they went through the different dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpKLI5Zu-gY/TwNhoNT1mJI/AAAAAAAACeM/Gcss2u1AvqU/s1600/DSC08592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501697321965714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpKLI5Zu-gY/TwNhoNT1mJI/AAAAAAAACeM/Gcss2u1AvqU/s320/DSC08592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia told me when to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImX3SeF635E/TwNftydWVnI/AAAAAAAACd0/ilW31tU7-h4/s1600/DSC08595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693499594170062450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImX3SeF635E/TwNftydWVnI/AAAAAAAACd0/ilW31tU7-h4/s320/DSC08595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so cute and really good. On one of the dances he was suppose to have a serious face, but he couldn't help but cheese it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LauDWy-3d8/TwNftZ8O7iI/AAAAAAAACdo/ZlG-IoU4XHM/s1600/DSC08605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693499587588714018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LauDWy-3d8/TwNftZ8O7iI/AAAAAAAACdo/ZlG-IoU4XHM/s320/DSC08605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X4N8GxZJkjI/TwNa5O__k6I/AAAAAAAACdE/KwaC3TU5OhM/s1600/DSC08608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693494293251986338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X4N8GxZJkjI/TwNa5O__k6I/AAAAAAAACdE/KwaC3TU5OhM/s320/DSC08608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 2 other ladies dancing, but of course Sophia asked me to take a picture of the purple and pink girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fe2NNuyCUJ8/TwNa4_AUjgI/AAAAAAAACc4/rsoocC_mVgE/s1600/DSC08609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693494288958393858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fe2NNuyCUJ8/TwNa4_AUjgI/AAAAAAAACc4/rsoocC_mVgE/s320/DSC08609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nU64PbIjpsQ/TwNT50BtqlI/AAAAAAAACcs/FtKgQflorKU/s1600/DSC08616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693486606609918546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nU64PbIjpsQ/TwNT50BtqlI/AAAAAAAACcs/FtKgQflorKU/s320/DSC08616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJYMqGecF6w/TwNT5pHgbfI/AAAAAAAACcg/1cgGmkp9MUo/s1600/DSC08615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693486603681426930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJYMqGecF6w/TwNT5pHgbfI/AAAAAAAACcg/1cgGmkp9MUo/s320/DSC08615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-foOSzMBs1Ec/TwNQ8a3Q6vI/AAAAAAAACbw/9mXe1Z-gSHA/s1600/DSC08620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693483352859929330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-foOSzMBs1Ec/TwNQ8a3Q6vI/AAAAAAAACbw/9mXe1Z-gSHA/s320/DSC08620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when the show took a turn. The teacher of the dancers explained that in their culture they scream or laugh when they are stressed. On one of the dances, they screamed a lot, so the girls covered their ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKrRYoEvtlc/TwNPX7UQ_hI/AAAAAAAACbk/xNo-4frM7M4/s1600/DSC08611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693481626404716050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKrRYoEvtlc/TwNPX7UQ_hI/AAAAAAAACbk/xNo-4frM7M4/s320/DSC08611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the New Zealand dance (the war dance). The guys came out with paint on their face, loud voices, hitting their bodies, and their tongues sticking out. This guy got right in TJ's face with his tongue out and a scowl on his face. I'm not gonna lie...he was scary!!! After this dance, Sophia came over and said, "I want to sit on your lap." I don't blame her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXKKzDmMojk/TwNPXnOjabI/AAAAAAAACbY/HlwTCZLIUEI/s1600/DSC08614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693481621012048306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXKKzDmMojk/TwNPXnOjabI/AAAAAAAACbY/HlwTCZLIUEI/s320/DSC08614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said before, it was perfect for the girls and they got to experience the different types dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4891390441368477259?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4891390441368477259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4891390441368477259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4891390441368477259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4891390441368477259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/hula.html' title='Hula'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-EpKLI5Zu-gY/TwNhoNT1mJI/AAAAAAAACeM/Gcss2u1AvqU/s72-c/DSC08592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-8353013369671513682</id><published>2012-01-02T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:51:35.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung out at the Black Rock beach all day. It was a beautiful and probably one of the hottest days and of course this is the day I forgot my camera...ugh! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; Janice took some pictures so I borrowed from her. Sophia said she wanted to swim out to black rock and jump off the lower part. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I were shocked that she said that, so of course we had to do it. She swam out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, climbed up on the lower part of the rock, but once she got up there she wasn't so sure. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; kept counting to 3, but she was not ready. The line behind them was backing up so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; counted to 3, held her hand, and pulled her out to jump. The jump looked really good. Once they both came up, Sophia screamed bloody murder and whacked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; over the head. SHE WAS SO MAD! I guess she wasn't ready to jump! Although she wasn't happy about it, I told her I was proud of her to try and do something that was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fHbShheUYQ/TwID3j_nbXI/AAAAAAAACbM/XSgWr84iAxU/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693117132039482738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fHbShheUYQ/TwID3j_nbXI/AAAAAAAACbM/XSgWr84iAxU/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the jump, Sophia spent some time playing on the beach. Her and Jackson dug a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izpgZmpIVVY/TwID3SWpYoI/AAAAAAAACbA/7-kdFFbCDKg/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693117127304241794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izpgZmpIVVY/TwID3SWpYoI/AAAAAAAACbA/7-kdFFbCDKg/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how Janice got this candid shot. Kenton was belly laughing at both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzzW4qLZx_k/TwIAmEf-yxI/AAAAAAAACa0/oPM3H-ahiz4/s1600/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693113532992637714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzzW4qLZx_k/TwIAmEf-yxI/AAAAAAAACa0/oPM3H-ahiz4/s320/IMG_1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; joined them in the sand fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dv9diF-n4MI/TwIAl6WY2KI/AAAAAAAACao/a1cr_CEgNKk/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693113530268047522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dv9diF-n4MI/TwIAl6WY2KI/AAAAAAAACao/a1cr_CEgNKk/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This beach was quite calm so it was good for swimming and snorkeling. We saw some pretty fish and some saw a turtle (look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac's&lt;/span&gt; face behind &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ABdpOXsFAk/TwH_Q5i2cPI/AAAAAAAACaY/fmrBO3WDTTA/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693112069763002610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ABdpOXsFAk/TwH_Q5i2cPI/AAAAAAAACaY/fmrBO3WDTTA/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this one too because now look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;. He totally knew the picture was being taken and it made me laugh when I saw it. Very funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ux1-lRxqfMk/TwH_QoygFSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/xn8IeMD1Zvc/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693112065265243426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ux1-lRxqfMk/TwH_QoygFSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/xn8IeMD1Zvc/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the beach, we did some shopping at Whaler's Village. Hollie opened a pearl and got a silver pearl. Since I got my pearl, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; has been wanting to get Sophia one, so she picked out her oyster and it had a yellowish shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsw22WC9DdY/TwH-VUUGr5I/AAAAAAAACZ4/baL_UPZc3DE/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693111046156758930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsw22WC9DdY/TwH-VUUGr5I/AAAAAAAACZ4/baL_UPZc3DE/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a little nervous about hitting it 3 times and saying aloha (notice her hugging my leg), so I helped her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIro9H87Kjk/TwH9Un-Tz7I/AAAAAAAACZs/I-lC7vlcCMg/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693109934742556594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIro9H87Kjk/TwH9Un-Tz7I/AAAAAAAACZs/I-lC7vlcCMg/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to see...She got a white pearl which means happiness and purity! That's the color &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; wanted her to get:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87DyDYqlepw/TwH9Ujd_qXI/AAAAAAAACZg/O-4GPDMXydI/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693109933533276530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87DyDYqlepw/TwH9Ujd_qXI/AAAAAAAACZg/O-4GPDMXydI/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She picked out a fish cage to put it in and wear as a necklace, so that way when she gets older, she can pick a setting for it to be put in. VERY SPECIAL:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm-BWLzifM8/TwH8e3czlBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DJ1vmae-o2w/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693109011184063506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm-BWLzifM8/TwH8e3czlBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DJ1vmae-o2w/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a random picture, but got a laugh out of it. Caleb was messing with Kenton:) Our kids sure to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aC2e_aTs-jQ/TwH8evtAOJI/AAAAAAAACZI/eoy09krhqrY/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693109009104517266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aC2e_aTs-jQ/TwH8evtAOJI/AAAAAAAACZI/eoy09krhqrY/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-8353013369671513682?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/8353013369671513682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=8353013369671513682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8353013369671513682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8353013369671513682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-rock.html' title='Black Rock'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-7fHbShheUYQ/TwID3j_nbXI/AAAAAAAACbM/XSgWr84iAxU/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6575734236891523918</id><published>2012-01-01T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:04:23.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent our day swimming. It is amazing the amount of confidence Sophia has gotten while being here and swimming everyday. Putting her face in the water was not her favorite thing and now she's a little fish and does not like to wear her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life jacket&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kH2iixI8b9E/TwCzzFAPDNI/AAAAAAAACY8/5SbSng2vZ-Y/s1600/DSC08576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692747619094170834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kH2iixI8b9E/TwCzzFAPDNI/AAAAAAAACY8/5SbSng2vZ-Y/s320/DSC08576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She comes up for a breath and then keeps on going. This motivates me to put her back in swim lessons when we get home. I don't want her to lose what she has gained here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyqiskHxwsg/TwCy42_w_qI/AAAAAAAACYw/8tOaNHt_kEM/s1600/DSC08577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692746618901692066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyqiskHxwsg/TwCy42_w_qI/AAAAAAAACYw/8tOaNHt_kEM/s320/DSC08577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for Mr. Kenton...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we go past the pool or ocean, he tries to dive bomb out of my arms to get to the water. One night the kids went swimming and I just took Kenton to watch and he was so mad. So now he is always in his swim suit and ready too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vg3wR77r1iU/TwCy4jNhLKI/AAAAAAAACYk/AFaLfbik2uk/s1600/DSC08579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692746613590666402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vg3wR77r1iU/TwCy4jNhLKI/AAAAAAAACYk/AFaLfbik2uk/s320/DSC08579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that night we went out with Kevin, Hollie, Caleb, and Anna. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; and Janice were kind enough to watch our kids. We ate dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gumps&lt;/span&gt;...You know, "Run Forrest, Run!"It's a pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; right on the water. I had soup and salad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; finally got to eat some seafood (since I don't eat it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwnMwGl5CPA/TwCx7-rYmOI/AAAAAAAACYY/BCjKICsLeYE/s1600/DSC08581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745572991670498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwnMwGl5CPA/TwCx7-rYmOI/AAAAAAAACYY/BCjKICsLeYE/s320/DSC08581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; played golf one day with his brother, which was one of his "big" things, so I thought about what I wanted to do or buy for my "big" thing. I watched someone open an oyster and decided that's what I wanted to do. I wanted a pearl and wanted to pick a setting for it. Once I decided that, finding a setting was a little more tricky. I love rings so I knew I wanted a ring, but all the settings had thin bands or were like $400 (and I wasn't going THAT big). A man at the Pearl Factory was SO nice. He took a pearl off a setting I liked, so I could set it with the pearl I picked. Sorry about my face in the next picture, but that's seriously how I felt. Everyone watching kept saying, "Pick a good one" and once I did, they said, "Are you sure?" MAN, talk about pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yOFCm4pb1r0/TwCx7sQVlYI/AAAAAAAACYM/X8nTnkTTu4M/s1600/DSC08582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692745568046388610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yOFCm4pb1r0/TwCx7sQVlYI/AAAAAAAACYM/X8nTnkTTu4M/s320/DSC08582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had no strategy other than finding a fat one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JzlPWUUGiM/TwCw9RNwqqI/AAAAAAAACYA/iGz-5gTwhIE/s1600/DSC08583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692744495635933858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JzlPWUUGiM/TwCw9RNwqqI/AAAAAAAACYA/iGz-5gTwhIE/s320/DSC08583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqY-bhVT0Rg/TwCw801zRFI/AAAAAAAACX4/ebvn8hZ2uBc/s1600/DSC08584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692744488019248210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqY-bhVT0Rg/TwCw801zRFI/AAAAAAAACX4/ebvn8hZ2uBc/s320/DSC08584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went with my original choice and felt good about it, but was still extremely nervous. My heart was beating hard and I was sweaty, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I mean come on, I wanted a good one, especially because the setting I picked needed a big one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHpnwqLydas/TwCuxuXdTdI/AAAAAAAACXo/DXkIFefdlVc/s1600/DSC08585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692742098279550418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHpnwqLydas/TwCuxuXdTdI/AAAAAAAACXo/DXkIFefdlVc/s320/DSC08585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to tap on it 3 times and say, "ALOHA!" as the man rang a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctLsKsRiI_o/TwCuxWGk0pI/AAAAAAAACXc/zF-sOOXU_b0/s1600/DSC08586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692742091766289042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ctLsKsRiI_o/TwCuxWGk0pI/AAAAAAAACXc/zF-sOOXU_b0/s320/DSC08586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the moment arrived...It was a big one and gold color, which meant prosperity. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was happy too because I guess he was fist pumping behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HnR2FATJLM/TwCtGAS3sTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/3pjMNxeTrk8/s1600/DSC08588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692740247666274610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HnR2FATJLM/TwCtGAS3sTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/3pjMNxeTrk8/s320/DSC08588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last thing I got to do was make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_gL_Q3qylY/TwCtFzCIYBI/AAAAAAAACXE/cmBdn__O0nA/s1600/DSC08589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692740244106403858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_gL_Q3qylY/TwCtFzCIYBI/AAAAAAAACXE/cmBdn__O0nA/s320/DSC08589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm glad I did it and love my ring (sorry I forgot to take a picture of it mounted and complete).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6575734236891523918?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6575734236891523918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6575734236891523918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6575734236891523918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6575734236891523918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-kH2iixI8b9E/TwCzzFAPDNI/AAAAAAAACY8/5SbSng2vZ-Y/s72-c/DSC08576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-9221448557253510776</id><published>2011-12-31T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:19:59.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Cane Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the scooters were a highlight, the Sugar Can Train was definately not. Our total to ride was like $64 and so not worth the money. I imagined going through the sugar cane fields and learning the history of it...well not the case. We road one track to Lahaina and the same track back. Same scenery going and coming. The kids liked it, but most of them fell asleep at some point. TJ had riden it when he was a kid. I asked him why he let us waste our money and he said, "It was a lot different when I was 6!"I will just say that I've done the Sugar Cane Train and don't need to do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IfNcXVJAM/Tv9sBr5UtdI/AAAAAAAACW8/r4fumz1Yswo/s1600/DSC08550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692387230238422482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IfNcXVJAM/Tv9sBr5UtdI/AAAAAAAACW8/r4fumz1Yswo/s320/DSC08550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zweuuV0ArLY/Tv9sBSiF9_I/AAAAAAAACWs/zqCTCfZ4bGE/s1600/DSC08553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692387223430100978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zweuuV0ArLY/Tv9sBSiF9_I/AAAAAAAACWs/zqCTCfZ4bGE/s320/DSC08553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd13R1tTcCk/Tv9qUoXcR9I/AAAAAAAACWg/AkH7xEsdJKQ/s1600/DSC08554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692385356685264850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd13R1tTcCk/Tv9qUoXcR9I/AAAAAAAACWg/AkH7xEsdJKQ/s320/DSC08554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTj-Y07k6OE/Tv9qUVsI70I/AAAAAAAACWU/__2WRCpoZUQ/s1600/DSC08555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692385351671803714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTj-Y07k6OE/Tv9qUVsI70I/AAAAAAAACWU/__2WRCpoZUQ/s320/DSC08555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQicUCd3YAw/Tv9pQfXDeVI/AAAAAAAACWI/BiAP8si3BmI/s1600/DSC08558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692384186036615506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQicUCd3YAw/Tv9pQfXDeVI/AAAAAAAACWI/BiAP8si3BmI/s320/DSC08558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5bn1FbZDWg/Tv9pQB34cFI/AAAAAAAACV8/BTzDKBRY4Yo/s1600/DSC08560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692384178121240658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5bn1FbZDWg/Tv9pQB34cFI/AAAAAAAACV8/BTzDKBRY4Yo/s320/DSC08560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the most exciting part...whoa a bridge! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNvCIWqWQGg/Tv9nFVyUUAI/AAAAAAAACVw/qePi9gxXLo0/s1600/DSC08564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692381795464794114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNvCIWqWQGg/Tv9nFVyUUAI/AAAAAAAACVw/qePi9gxXLo0/s320/DSC08564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zshYm7YueIQ/Tv9nFDER5TI/AAAAAAAACVk/14f20uN41Do/s1600/DSC08566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692381790439859506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zshYm7YueIQ/Tv9nFDER5TI/AAAAAAAACVk/14f20uN41Do/s320/DSC08566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-9221448557253510776?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/9221448557253510776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=9221448557253510776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9221448557253510776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9221448557253510776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/sugar-cane-train.html' title='Sugar Cane Train'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-u9IfNcXVJAM/Tv9sBr5UtdI/AAAAAAAACW8/r4fumz1Yswo/s72-c/DSC08550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3957931732703382285</id><published>2011-12-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:41:54.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>North Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rented scooters to drive North Shore, but before we left we gave all the kids a turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43SZz459cxc/Tv9f9d4HJJI/AAAAAAAACVY/Y6efnHyE9Wg/s1600/DSC08508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692373963616232594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43SZz459cxc/Tv9f9d4HJJI/AAAAAAAACVY/Y6efnHyE9Wg/s320/DSC08508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waS8cxeBkQU/Tv9f9N68hCI/AAAAAAAACVM/kB6xz12xGsI/s1600/DSC08511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692373959333151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waS8cxeBkQU/Tv9f9N68hCI/AAAAAAAACVM/kB6xz12xGsI/s320/DSC08511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the real scooter gang (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; with Janice on the back, Anna, Caleb, Jason, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, and I). I felt like we needed T-shirts or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8FXgjobewI/Tv6CfD5IRcI/AAAAAAAACVA/dgAxf_7fvRQ/s1600/DSC08512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692130449175365058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8FXgjobewI/Tv6CfD5IRcI/AAAAAAAACVA/dgAxf_7fvRQ/s320/DSC08512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scootered&lt;/span&gt; up North Shore we stopped at some look out points that were beautiful. Here are some of the sights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp3qBy6u5Wk/Tv6Ce_-fc-I/AAAAAAAACU0/H476pL4FAuo/s1600/DSC08514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692130448124113890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp3qBy6u5Wk/Tv6Ce_-fc-I/AAAAAAAACU0/H476pL4FAuo/s320/DSC08514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAbfEmp7glc/Tv594aH-9wI/AAAAAAAACUo/8kPYwKlMP6g/s1600/DSC08515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692125387081840386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAbfEmp7glc/Tv594aH-9wI/AAAAAAAACUo/8kPYwKlMP6g/s320/DSC08515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFEV-5HyI6M/Tv594IYR2OI/AAAAAAAACUc/Fkxuuf-Wrxw/s1600/DSC08518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692125382318348514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFEV-5HyI6M/Tv594IYR2OI/AAAAAAAACUc/Fkxuuf-Wrxw/s320/DSC08518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scootered&lt;/span&gt; up. It was funny because TJ and Jason could fly (65mph) going on a flat road, but once they hit a hill they were passed by all. It was so funny to watch them putt up the hill. Mine would only go 45mph on flat road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iU7gqwVa2R0/Tv58kJNy29I/AAAAAAAACUQ/gKkfYpQpZyA/s1600/DSC08520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692123939433798610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iU7gqwVa2R0/Tv58kJNy29I/AAAAAAAACUQ/gKkfYpQpZyA/s320/DSC08520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D4_N34el3o/Tv58j5UvZ3I/AAAAAAAACUE/Gv_WeP64zcI/s1600/DSC08521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692123935167965042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D4_N34el3o/Tv58j5UvZ3I/AAAAAAAACUE/Gv_WeP64zcI/s320/DSC08521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQky9ePGk4c/Tv57cEYbWHI/AAAAAAAACT0/hzn8XVdP5BY/s1600/DSC08523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692122701185636466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQky9ePGk4c/Tv57cEYbWHI/AAAAAAAACT0/hzn8XVdP5BY/s320/DSC08523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxxaJldLLh4/Tv57b5KiZdI/AAAAAAAACTs/rvOEaAwCqAM/s1600/DSC08526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692122698174588370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxxaJldLLh4/Tv57b5KiZdI/AAAAAAAACTs/rvOEaAwCqAM/s320/DSC08526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so windy up at the top that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; was being held up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3hf5TQfIfI/Tv56M-PsW6I/AAAAAAAACTg/VDWPVUf22jM/s1600/DSC08527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692121342328724386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3hf5TQfIfI/Tv56M-PsW6I/AAAAAAAACTg/VDWPVUf22jM/s320/DSC08527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAAkLopA4S0/Tv56Mpi7iTI/AAAAAAAACTU/Or_EqhhzJvk/s1600/DSC08534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692121336772266290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAAkLopA4S0/Tv56Mpi7iTI/AAAAAAAACTU/Or_EqhhzJvk/s320/DSC08534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight was the blow-hole and I loved this sign. It was very clear and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EP5bT5Ohu2c/Tv5i-KY7N_I/AAAAAAAACTI/oA0kfk6hbv8/s1600/DSC08530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692095799123195890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EP5bT5Ohu2c/Tv5i-KY7N_I/AAAAAAAACTI/oA0kfk6hbv8/s320/DSC08530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ISMYptmp0E/Tv5i91AYmMI/AAAAAAAACS8/ZstPb1VFxbg/s1600/DSC08533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692095793383119042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ISMYptmp0E/Tv5i91AYmMI/AAAAAAAACS8/ZstPb1VFxbg/s320/DSC08533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you can tell the boys don't know how to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVv4GpL7pkk/Tv5h5HvcqsI/AAAAAAAACSw/q5HgDbsaymw/s1600/DSC08539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692094613001382594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVv4GpL7pkk/Tv5h5HvcqsI/AAAAAAAACSw/q5HgDbsaymw/s320/DSC08539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After getting close to the blow hole, they had to peak over the edge and get wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WL-SghlAc/Tv5h45lcP5I/AAAAAAAACSk/VRGpwDnuz8I/s1600/DSC08541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692094609201315730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WL-SghlAc/Tv5h45lcP5I/AAAAAAAACSk/VRGpwDnuz8I/s320/DSC08541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBjKF_sJ1aM/Tv5fXgF4loI/AAAAAAAACSY/k7mPKyXt5nc/s1600/DSC08543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692091836399130242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBjKF_sJ1aM/Tv5fXgF4loI/AAAAAAAACSY/k7mPKyXt5nc/s320/DSC08543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where we had to climb down to close to the blowhole. It was fun in flip flops and Caleb's sandal got broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgqrwtNjt8A/Tv5fXbdAvUI/AAAAAAAACSM/1drGM-lcwZA/s1600/DSC08544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692091835153956162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgqrwtNjt8A/Tv5fXbdAvUI/AAAAAAAACSM/1drGM-lcwZA/s320/DSC08544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have to say that the scooters were a highlight and favorite of the trip. And the best thing was that after having them all day, when we went to fill the tanks with gas it was only $2.60. Very tempting to get one for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; to drive to work:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3957931732703382285?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3957931732703382285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3957931732703382285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3957931732703382285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3957931732703382285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/north-shore.html' title='North Shore'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-43SZz459cxc/Tv9f9d4HJJI/AAAAAAAACVY/Y6efnHyE9Wg/s72-c/DSC08508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3287282252774603075</id><published>2011-12-27T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:06:45.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The waves weren't as big, so Sophia gained some confidence going deeper in the ocean. She had a few tumbles. She would forget to stand up and the wave would crash on her. She would stand up with big eyes, but she kept going out:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CL4k7I5s_Q/TvtmLxgPCFI/AAAAAAAACR8/WA3ryzLTRrs/s1600/DSC08471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254906565888082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CL4k7I5s_Q/TvtmLxgPCFI/AAAAAAAACR8/WA3ryzLTRrs/s320/DSC08471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-1BLUh8FHc/TvtmLlc5dxI/AAAAAAAACR0/Yiuan3ALb7k/s1600/DSC08474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254903330666258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-1BLUh8FHc/TvtmLlc5dxI/AAAAAAAACR0/Yiuan3ALb7k/s320/DSC08474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton has been loving balls lately, so he played with daddy in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVBCfHLwVg/TvtlG2twXDI/AAAAAAAACRo/00O71vFVMeI/s1600/DSC08479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253722553801778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVBCfHLwVg/TvtlG2twXDI/AAAAAAAACRo/00O71vFVMeI/s320/DSC08479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like my float? The kids let me borrow it, so Kenton got to go out deep too. Notice Mollie and Sophia together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGUcyQsUvAY/TvtlGV72E_I/AAAAAAAACRc/lnEVnN3BTuI/s1600/DSC08484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253713754526706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGUcyQsUvAY/TvtlGV72E_I/AAAAAAAACRc/lnEVnN3BTuI/s320/DSC08484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VPN2PSlmwE/TvtinK9z-fI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ShWvz79vBPc/s1600/DSC08489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691250979210787314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VPN2PSlmwE/TvtinK9z-fI/AAAAAAAACRQ/ShWvz79vBPc/s320/DSC08489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of Sophia's cousins were getting buried, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; started a hole for Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP9cz2EElvk/Tvtim2vywjI/AAAAAAAACRE/1HL2OMLBgUs/s1600/DSC08493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691250973783278130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GP9cz2EElvk/Tvtim2vywjI/AAAAAAAACRE/1HL2OMLBgUs/s320/DSC08493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sand monsters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mbYx-r0lWA/Tvtg3jOxYTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/lf2HPhzyX_0/s1600/DSC08498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691249061579022642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mbYx-r0lWA/Tvtg3jOxYTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/lf2HPhzyX_0/s320/DSC08498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCM4xWmJY0/Tvtg29B6YsI/AAAAAAAACQs/pkHcmj2Nv-0/s1600/DSC08501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691249051324539586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCM4xWmJY0/Tvtg29B6YsI/AAAAAAAACQs/pkHcmj2Nv-0/s320/DSC08501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sophia escaped from her hole, she had sand tights on her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiU9rAEh5h0/TvrM6xZKjqI/AAAAAAAACQI/Dhx68J8vZDw/s1600/DSC08502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691086389199408802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiU9rAEh5h0/TvrM6xZKjqI/AAAAAAAACQI/Dhx68J8vZDw/s320/DSC08502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and his brother Kevin were sitting here. Hollie and I saw it at the same time and ran for our cameras. Cute picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jofbVrjd8L8/TvrM6r8WDvI/AAAAAAAACP8/FNi3MMm4rcU/s1600/DSC08505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691086387736350450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jofbVrjd8L8/TvrM6r8WDvI/AAAAAAAACP8/FNi3MMm4rcU/s320/DSC08505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3287282252774603075?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3287282252774603075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3287282252774603075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3287282252774603075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3287282252774603075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-swimming.html' title='More Swimming'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-2CL4k7I5s_Q/TvtmLxgPCFI/AAAAAAAACR8/WA3ryzLTRrs/s72-c/DSC08471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7234601274863178019</id><published>2011-12-26T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:02:21.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping day in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt;! We had to stop at Cheeseburger in Paradise before we started. We were so full that we didn't even eat dinner that night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; changing color cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx2_7Hv1xhc/TvoTPiUAxGI/AAAAAAAACPw/22epyl5pq0Q/s1600/DSC08448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690882236765750370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx2_7Hv1xhc/TvoTPiUAxGI/AAAAAAAACPw/22epyl5pq0Q/s320/DSC08448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a picture with a pineapple because we have a picture like this of Sophia about 3 years ago. He loved it, but kept biting huge bites off so he got mad when I took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7MwlXWYC3A/TvoTPS9fxpI/AAAAAAAACPk/px74rW878zc/s1600/DSC08449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690882232644781714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7MwlXWYC3A/TvoTPS9fxpI/AAAAAAAACPk/px74rW878zc/s320/DSC08449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia had fun posing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Banyon&lt;/span&gt; tree. I will spare you all the pictures she wanted me to take of her. Here are some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09PUVV2dh9o/TvoSM2kaZVI/AAAAAAAACPY/gF1XUY5epME/s1600/DSC08450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881091152012626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09PUVV2dh9o/TvoSM2kaZVI/AAAAAAAACPY/gF1XUY5epME/s320/DSC08450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this one myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70c2IHR3vUM/TvoSMuzGNII/AAAAAAAACPM/wsqPbHNTOOI/s1600/DSC08452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881089066120322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70c2IHR3vUM/TvoSMuzGNII/AAAAAAAACPM/wsqPbHNTOOI/s320/DSC08452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDCFcCsSS70/TvoRIRs03GI/AAAAAAAACPA/fb-IGTTeEQY/s1600/DSC08453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690879913024085090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDCFcCsSS70/TvoRIRs03GI/AAAAAAAACPA/fb-IGTTeEQY/s320/DSC08453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZJv0crdnY4/TvoRH0PhVrI/AAAAAAAACO0/UPoU9Cl7EQ8/s1600/DSC08454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690879905116542642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZJv0crdnY4/TvoRH0PhVrI/AAAAAAAACO0/UPoU9Cl7EQ8/s320/DSC08454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia took this one for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbBUCm59DCw/Tvl-BBsbFBI/AAAAAAAACOo/Ay3UtwH9gYQ/s1600/DSC08456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690718160259060754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbBUCm59DCw/Tvl-BBsbFBI/AAAAAAAACOo/Ay3UtwH9gYQ/s320/DSC08456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnMM3Yawo8k/Tvl5btQBOyI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mXdZv-_ooYE/s1600/DSC08462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690713121069546274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnMM3Yawo8k/Tvl5btQBOyI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mXdZv-_ooYE/s320/DSC08462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia had saved her money since the summer and saved $50 to spend. She had fun picking things out for her cousins, aunts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt; and grandpa and she knew what she wanted to get them when she saw it. I would give her ideas and she would say, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nahhh&lt;/span&gt;"! She bought one thing for herself at the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7234601274863178019?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7234601274863178019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7234601274863178019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7234601274863178019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7234601274863178019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-jx2_7Hv1xhc/TvoTPiUAxGI/AAAAAAAACPw/22epyl5pq0Q/s72-c/DSC08448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-2966156653885721707</id><published>2011-12-26T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:33:25.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas One More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfhBW3bNCaU/TvjXz3-IFwI/AAAAAAAACNs/IYcdj45Fw3E/s1600/DSC08436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690535415380449026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfhBW3bNCaU/TvjXz3-IFwI/AAAAAAAACNs/IYcdj45Fw3E/s320/DSC08436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gq8JVaD6w3w/TvjXzuM1guI/AAAAAAAACNg/IsD_67vvtYY/s1600/DSC08441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690535412757791458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gq8JVaD6w3w/TvjXzuM1guI/AAAAAAAACNg/IsD_67vvtYY/s320/DSC08441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was funny, I wrote "Merry Christmas" 3 times and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the waves would wash it away before we could take a picture. Finally, the 4th time was a charm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-2966156653885721707?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2966156653885721707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2966156653885721707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2966156653885721707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2966156653885721707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-one-more-time.html' title='Merry Christmas One More Time'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-IfhBW3bNCaU/TvjXz3-IFwI/AAAAAAAACNs/IYcdj45Fw3E/s72-c/DSC08436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4047174483719596243</id><published>2011-12-25T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:35:04.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS (I think...)! I only say that because we celebrated our Christmas before we left and when it's warm and sunny it doesn't exactly feel like Christmas. We started off with breakfast at the Gazebo again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8caYGEFG3Q/TvgrMKQTSKI/AAAAAAAACNU/EkSN1nHFKOE/s1600/DSC08393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690345617093773474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8caYGEFG3Q/TvgrMKQTSKI/AAAAAAAACNU/EkSN1nHFKOE/s320/DSC08393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See it is Christmas...Sophia has a candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdkxOaK-ga0/TvgrL0RiKlI/AAAAAAAACNI/9skEfzMwoJA/s1600/DSC08396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690345611193363026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdkxOaK-ga0/TvgrL0RiKlI/AAAAAAAACNI/9skEfzMwoJA/s320/DSC08396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKtJ7Pu6Opo/TvgokZTJefI/AAAAAAAACNA/HXtcX646ams/s1600/DSC08397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690342734914222578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKtJ7Pu6Opo/TvgokZTJefI/AAAAAAAACNA/HXtcX646ams/s320/DSC08397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I wrapped a few little presents to bring with us. She got the Toy Story Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEA6V4sXbR4/TvgokNucZAI/AAAAAAAACMw/9yQiRj3mC4k/s1600/DSC08400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690342731807482882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEA6V4sXbR4/TvgokNucZAI/AAAAAAAACMw/9yQiRj3mC4k/s320/DSC08400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry, I forgot to flip the picture) We then went to Flemming Beach where the big waves are to do a little boogie boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5h0prQZw45U/TvgmAIgJXDI/AAAAAAAACMk/nP89jkdLy08/s1600/DSC08411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690339912906791986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5h0prQZw45U/TvgmAIgJXDI/AAAAAAAACMk/nP89jkdLy08/s320/DSC08411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mollie and Sophia are quite the buddies. They liked to jump the waves, but not going to far without holding a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SntvTJwxQU/Tvgl_2Ip1DI/AAAAAAAACMY/3tExlDxYIqk/s1600/DSC08408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690339907976418354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SntvTJwxQU/Tvgl_2Ip1DI/AAAAAAAACMY/3tExlDxYIqk/s320/DSC08408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBXVFjXb5A/TvgcHTY7MJI/AAAAAAAACLc/p-BsW5wDu_A/s1600/DSC08409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690329040972099730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBXVFjXb5A/TvgcHTY7MJI/AAAAAAAACLc/p-BsW5wDu_A/s320/DSC08409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday Kenton didn't like the sand on his hands, but he got over that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw9gWfi9AI0/TvgcHBH4UJI/AAAAAAAACLQ/NzEI-SXH4k8/s1600/DSC08412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690329036068769938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw9gWfi9AI0/TvgcHBH4UJI/AAAAAAAACLQ/NzEI-SXH4k8/s320/DSC08412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved the water and would yell at it every time a wave would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0d15syHqh8/Tvgaxv92AAI/AAAAAAAACLE/Fv20T2UYNDA/s1600/DSC08413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690327571174391810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0d15syHqh8/Tvgaxv92AAI/AAAAAAAACLE/Fv20T2UYNDA/s320/DSC08413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having no fear...crawling right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JWxDI3vpe0/TvgaxCR7u7I/AAAAAAAACK4/hF0lV0gQL48/s1600/DSC08415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690327558910622642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JWxDI3vpe0/TvgaxCR7u7I/AAAAAAAACK4/hF0lV0gQL48/s320/DSC08415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton even got a turn to boogie board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QLvFsdP1Bs/TvgZheLm4pI/AAAAAAAACKs/-0ly0CHJZWw/s1600/DSC08422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690326192010748562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QLvFsdP1Bs/TvgZheLm4pI/AAAAAAAACKs/-0ly0CHJZWw/s320/DSC08422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy! (He already gave us a sandy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpiFb-HYHlY/TvgZhOrUz9I/AAAAAAAACKg/nQdpbKwkX3k/s1600/DSC08429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690326187848814546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpiFb-HYHlY/TvgZhOrUz9I/AAAAAAAACKg/nQdpbKwkX3k/s320/DSC08429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another perk of Hawaii is their fresh fruit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; picked some lemons off the tree at our condo. They smelled heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hbz2zngD9U/TvgYEMnnEMI/AAAAAAAACKU/TJfLAIilW7s/s1600/DSC08433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690324589568528578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hbz2zngD9U/TvgYEMnnEMI/AAAAAAAACKU/TJfLAIilW7s/s320/DSC08433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And bananas...We have our very own monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwj-a4fle0w/TvgYD6_Gb3I/AAAAAAAACKI/2aXT_iUEBtg/s1600/DSC08443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690324584835215218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwj-a4fle0w/TvgYD6_Gb3I/AAAAAAAACKI/2aXT_iUEBtg/s320/DSC08443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will post our Christmas at home when we get home (it takes too long to upload the pictures here). MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4047174483719596243?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4047174483719596243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4047174483719596243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4047174483719596243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4047174483719596243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-m8caYGEFG3Q/TvgrMKQTSKI/AAAAAAAACNU/EkSN1nHFKOE/s72-c/DSC08393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-2401421362362737017</id><published>2011-12-24T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:24:30.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Out Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the last picture taken yesterday, but somehow I deleted it from my previous post. I think this is my new favorite picture, so I had to post it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ypy0JX4dYMY/Tva61h7kZSI/AAAAAAAACII/idYK5wF-ZzA/s1600/DSC08355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689940608033252642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ypy0JX4dYMY/Tva61h7kZSI/AAAAAAAACII/idYK5wF-ZzA/s320/DSC08355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of my favorites, but kind of random. Sophia loves to hold Kenton's hand in the car. I find it absolutely adorable and such a precious moment when she does it. I know it won't last forever, so I had to make sure I document it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0BHVjFjYIc/Tva61X36mgI/AAAAAAAACH0/olEWDzrrJYw/s1600/DSC08358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689940605333576194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0BHVjFjYIc/Tva61X36mgI/AAAAAAAACH0/olEWDzrrJYw/s320/DSC08358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today the weather was not so great. Don't get me wrong we are all still wearing shorts, t-shirts, and swim suits, but there were a lot more rain showers throughout the day. But the rain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; didn't stop us. We hung out at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNei5D5CKEA/Tva61E1mK6I/AAAAAAAACHs/HTmLnIQWNLo/s1600/DSC08359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689940600223574946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNei5D5CKEA/Tva61E1mK6I/AAAAAAAACHs/HTmLnIQWNLo/s320/DSC08359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton warmed up to the ocean. He still didn't really like the sand on his hands, but liked to walk into and sit in the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Acg_oYkKDg/Tva5cHP015I/AAAAAAAACHc/XqFvblz9YNE/s1600/DSC08363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689939071862101906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Acg_oYkKDg/Tva5cHP015I/AAAAAAAACHc/XqFvblz9YNE/s320/DSC08363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a picture moment...LISA (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; sister) is actually in the water and the ocean water for that matter (kind of an inside joke b/c she hardly ever goes swimming). All the kids had fun playing with her:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHsKjKblBdU/Tva5bzT0NXI/AAAAAAAACHU/nzWKsmshIFY/s1600/DSC08364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689939066510128498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHsKjKblBdU/Tva5bzT0NXI/AAAAAAAACHU/nzWKsmshIFY/s320/DSC08364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That wave that came in was a pretty big one so the look on Kenton's face says it all...whoa...not too sure about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15yrlprQqUg/Tva4JZo81FI/AAAAAAAACHI/dIKSpbyUW7k/s1600/DSC08369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689937650870178898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15yrlprQqUg/Tva4JZo81FI/AAAAAAAACHI/dIKSpbyUW7k/s320/DSC08369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chillin&lt;/span&gt;' with Aunt Hollie and Grandma so I could go swim with Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuNhsDfkomA/Tva4JNPknNI/AAAAAAAACG8/HOjsgRrqRw8/s1600/DSC08375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689937647542508754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuNhsDfkomA/Tva4JNPknNI/AAAAAAAACG8/HOjsgRrqRw8/s320/DSC08375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the ocean was the swimming pool. Kenton was a mad man. He loved to splash and kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6aim83zzVE/Tva3GXjR7gI/AAAAAAAACGw/x55UXlNkBag/s1600/DSC08383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689936499258289666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6aim83zzVE/Tva3GXjR7gI/AAAAAAAACGw/x55UXlNkBag/s320/DSC08383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia has turned into a little fish. The past couple days if she's not sleeping or eating, she's swimming. That's my girl! I am so glad we packed her life jacket. It's nice that she can wear that and have more freedom around the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHJU98jdZYc/Tva3GDC_U_I/AAAAAAAACGk/eekB9KtgHCU/s1600/DSC08385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689936493754143730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHJU98jdZYc/Tva3GDC_U_I/AAAAAAAACGk/eekB9KtgHCU/s320/DSC08385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is a little blurry, but it was raining pretty good. The rain didn't stop her and her cousins from more swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2n1tw5olcss/Tva2ASVFBXI/AAAAAAAACGY/PFfbmKyN2JY/s1600/DSC08389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689935295265703282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2n1tw5olcss/Tva2ASVFBXI/AAAAAAAACGY/PFfbmKyN2JY/s320/DSC08389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later tonight we lost power in our condo, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; had to run out and get us all flashlights. In the meantime thank goodness for cell phones, computers, I-Pads, and anything electronics for light! Hopefully the rain and wind is over with and blue skies ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zKBGUr0G3I/Tva2AHI84KI/AAAAAAAACGM/2wE81I1ouu8/s1600/DSC08392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689935292262047906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zKBGUr0G3I/Tva2AHI84KI/AAAAAAAACGM/2wE81I1ouu8/s320/DSC08392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Kenton's hair in the humidity. His whole head is covered in ringlet curls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-2401421362362737017?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2401421362362737017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2401421362362737017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2401421362362737017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2401421362362737017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/hang-out-day.html' title='Hang Out Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-Ypy0JX4dYMY/Tva61h7kZSI/AAAAAAAACII/idYK5wF-ZzA/s72-c/DSC08355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4972518336728910687</id><published>2011-12-24T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:42:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last time we were in Maui we got a pedicure, so we had to do it again. Something about being in Hawaii makes me have to put a flower on my toe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADpqegwVzlw/TvY1wq9HO8I/AAAAAAAACGA/1LNaNlyKklk/s1600/DSC08306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689794289509809090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADpqegwVzlw/TvY1wq9HO8I/AAAAAAAACGA/1LNaNlyKklk/s320/DSC08306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; got married, so this day was focused on being ready for that. Mollie and Sophia were the flower girls, so we got them all pretty and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlOca2F-_c8/TvY1J52qm9I/AAAAAAAACF0/dSXUehLsLCM/s1600/DSC08308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689793623494400978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlOca2F-_c8/TvY1J52qm9I/AAAAAAAACF0/dSXUehLsLCM/s320/DSC08308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Blez6xteMY4/TvY1JpNz7zI/AAAAAAAACFo/i78zXKXpE9M/s1600/DSC08309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689793619028078386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Blez6xteMY4/TvY1JpNz7zI/AAAAAAAACFo/i78zXKXpE9M/s320/DSC08309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't take much for them to strike a pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIs94dLs5CU/TvY0N_RJosI/AAAAAAAACFc/lw7IzqLt228/s1600/DSC08319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689792594155512514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIs94dLs5CU/TvY0N_RJosI/AAAAAAAACFc/lw7IzqLt228/s320/DSC08319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was in the wedding too...2 of my favorite people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EljEVwFJVjU/TvY0NvtEXmI/AAAAAAAACFQ/-eQUZ9DIzyM/s1600/DSC08326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689792589977640546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EljEVwFJVjU/TvY0NvtEXmI/AAAAAAAACFQ/-eQUZ9DIzyM/s320/DSC08326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sophia walked down the aisle, she took 1 flower out of her basket and chucked it down on the ground and walked fast, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. At least she did it right?! Thank goodness Anna watched Kenton for us, so I could help the girls and video tape. Anna did good work and had Kenton sleeping the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_EH0JTfqq8/TvYzUqZse4I/AAAAAAAACFE/lEQ4DjSfNnM/s1600/DSC08327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689791609301662594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_EH0JTfqq8/TvYzUqZse4I/AAAAAAAACFE/lEQ4DjSfNnM/s320/DSC08327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ceremony was nice and sweet. Here are all the brothers after the wedding. Seriously I don't know how 1 family can look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; much alike. Everyone is mixing them up this trip (even their own kids, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkSxWrKRQyg/TvYzUUCVTaI/AAAAAAAACE4/M3EnIMyGX84/s1600/DSC08335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689791603298094498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkSxWrKRQyg/TvYzUUCVTaI/AAAAAAAACE4/M3EnIMyGX84/s320/DSC08335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Brown Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTgQGUem0gU/TvYyYF7fWxI/AAAAAAAACEs/vz6fU6I6xMs/s1600/DSC08342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689790568719145746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTgQGUem0gU/TvYyYF7fWxI/AAAAAAAACEs/vz6fU6I6xMs/s320/DSC08342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4972518336728910687?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4972518336728910687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4972518336728910687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4972518336728910687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4972518336728910687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-ADpqegwVzlw/TvY1wq9HO8I/AAAAAAAACGA/1LNaNlyKklk/s72-c/DSC08306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3322813027231533796</id><published>2011-12-24T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:07:50.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1- Gazebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to wake up and go to the Gazebo for breakfast with Caleb and Anna..white chocolate chip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;macadamia&lt;/span&gt; nut &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt;..yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sMLRziuF8Q/TvYvVSJLEvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/47FJOkHZVlE/s1600/DSC08296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689787221923271410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sMLRziuF8Q/TvYvVSJLEvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/47FJOkHZVlE/s320/DSC08296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILr_tVxqWIw/TvYvU5V7RCI/AAAAAAAACEI/JfkZx3p1Qog/s1600/DSC08297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689787215265874978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILr_tVxqWIw/TvYvU5V7RCI/AAAAAAAACEI/JfkZx3p1Qog/s320/DSC08297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first family picture in Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCzqIuW8OcM/TvYvUulJUJI/AAAAAAAACD8/beBYboUPrYw/s1600/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689787212376920210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCzqIuW8OcM/TvYvUulJUJI/AAAAAAAACD8/beBYboUPrYw/s320/DSC08301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3322813027231533796?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3322813027231533796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3322813027231533796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3322813027231533796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3322813027231533796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-1-gazebo.html' title='Day 1- Gazebo'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-_sMLRziuF8Q/TvYvVSJLEvI/AAAAAAAACEQ/47FJOkHZVlE/s72-c/DSC08296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5213521832384667081</id><published>2011-12-24T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:53:22.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flying is not my favorite thing, especially really early in the morning, but we did it and made it. The kids were extremely good (I think better than me). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; sat in the middle to help with both kids, so if I needed to close my eyes I could...thank goodness! Sophia yelled, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!" when we took off and liked to look out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqHiESUTbAw/TvYscD7mB5I/AAAAAAAACD0/cRWDOWN5FA4/s1600/DSC08286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689784039832422290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqHiESUTbAw/TvYscD7mB5I/AAAAAAAACD0/cRWDOWN5FA4/s320/DSC08286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton got a turn to look out the window when sister went to the bathroom. I love this picture:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouzyBVXGHXI/TvYsb9vmVwI/AAAAAAAACDk/EEJYLT6HLvc/s1600/DSC08287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689784038171498242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouzyBVXGHXI/TvYsb9vmVwI/AAAAAAAACDk/EEJYLT6HLvc/s320/DSC08287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am very grateful to be on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5213521832384667081?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5213521832384667081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5213521832384667081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5213521832384667081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5213521832384667081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-OqHiESUTbAw/TvYscD7mB5I/AAAAAAAACD0/cRWDOWN5FA4/s72-c/DSC08286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3717435081238160396</id><published>2011-12-17T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:55:21.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Macy's Santa mail set-up. It's so cute and classy! Sophia started to write and then got frustrated and said, "Mom I don't know how to write Hello Kitty!" So she told me what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0aJORz37no/Tu2MkJDtqII/AAAAAAAACDY/xqyO3s9mMbc/s1600/DSC08178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687356456973478018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0aJORz37no/Tu2MkJDtqII/AAAAAAAACDY/xqyO3s9mMbc/s320/DSC08178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_qpjZM-mKs/Tu2MYQnH0vI/AAAAAAAACDA/XVOmfWs7hvk/s1600/DSC08181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687356252842611442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_qpjZM-mKs/Tu2MYQnH0vI/AAAAAAAACDA/XVOmfWs7hvk/s320/DSC08181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXHz0ehIz_Y/Tu2MXyJER9I/AAAAAAAACC0/5-Qu7jUpYSM/s1600/DSC08183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687356244663486418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXHz0ehIz_Y/Tu2MXyJER9I/AAAAAAAACC0/5-Qu7jUpYSM/s320/DSC08183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlG7AN2t6I/Tu2MXjmKaTI/AAAAAAAACCo/oxUTAv-bBvc/s1600/DSC08186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687356240758991154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlG7AN2t6I/Tu2MXjmKaTI/AAAAAAAACCo/oxUTAv-bBvc/s320/DSC08186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we went into mall we strolled by Santa, but she still didn't want to sit on his lap. Actually the closest she got to Santa was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart this year&lt;/span&gt;. She sat next to him on a chair, but I had to be in the picture too. Has anyone been into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and seen their Santa's??? I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; because there were 3. You could choose the ethnicity of your Santa: black, white, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. I AM DEAD SERIOUS! When I saw all 3 I almost died!!! Gotta love Walmart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3717435081238160396?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3717435081238160396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3717435081238160396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3717435081238160396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3717435081238160396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-g0aJORz37no/Tu2MkJDtqII/AAAAAAAACDY/xqyO3s9mMbc/s72-c/DSC08178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-625439552659453564</id><published>2011-12-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:42:03.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't go into too much detail seeing as though I just did in my Christmas card. Ignore me if you have already heard this story. We weren't planning on buying a house this year, but an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; arose for us to buy this house. We prayed and felt like it was meant for us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; grandfather built this house and many other and it fit our family. We are so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; grandparents and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; we have to own a home. We feel like big kids now;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5nmvtlgakc/Turmhb3MtEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/gOUx6vjlzE0/s1600/DSC08197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686610941598020674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5nmvtlgakc/Turmhb3MtEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/gOUx6vjlzE0/s320/DSC08197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE5FnwUb8qY/TurmhGr5eCI/AAAAAAAACCE/gcwzl7_wCQk/s1600/DSC08191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686610935913478178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE5FnwUb8qY/TurmhGr5eCI/AAAAAAAACCE/gcwzl7_wCQk/s320/DSC08191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our house is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not put together yet. I still can't park in the garage because everything is everywhere. Slowly, but surely we will get there. We fell in love with this mirror and fabric from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;, so we rolled with it and LOVE it. Kenton and Sophia seem really comfortable in our new home, as do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuYC-3G3CIs/TurmetEQ5UI/AAAAAAAACB4/zU0JANkuH3Q/s1600/DSC08199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686610894676616514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuYC-3G3CIs/TurmetEQ5UI/AAAAAAAACB4/zU0JANkuH3Q/s320/DSC08199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots to be thankful for that's for sure:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-625439552659453564?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/625439552659453564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=625439552659453564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/625439552659453564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/625439552659453564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-house.html' title='NEW HOUSE'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-f5nmvtlgakc/Turmhb3MtEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/gOUx6vjlzE0/s72-c/DSC08197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5053247915435122163</id><published>2011-12-15T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:32:50.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we have a tradition to go chop down our Christmas tree and this year it was sunny and beautiful. I am quite picky (my mom trained me to be that way) about my tree, so it takes us awhile. My parents and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; brother's family joined us this year and we were the last ones to find our tree (like every year, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;). Sophia found hers right away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mv5MZ4AIFeo/Turi91S-GUI/AAAAAAAACBs/MRjwiLu6FQQ/s1600/DSC08148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686607031415216450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mv5MZ4AIFeo/Turi91S-GUI/AAAAAAAACBs/MRjwiLu6FQQ/s320/DSC08148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton found his too! He wasn't quite sure what was going on and didn't like to touch them at first, but warmed up to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-1TRoKLtv4/Turi9r3qkzI/AAAAAAAACBg/PN1x9ABMyYk/s1600/DSC08147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686607028884771634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-1TRoKLtv4/Turi9r3qkzI/AAAAAAAACBg/PN1x9ABMyYk/s320/DSC08147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About an hour into searching (told ya I was a little particular) Sophia was done. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; for this big puddle. Her rain boots were on, so we told her she had to cross the river. That helped her change her mood for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5UyBo5h7ew/TuriwaoMNEI/AAAAAAAACBU/vOnz0hdW79U/s1600/DSC08149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606800918164546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5UyBo5h7ew/TuriwaoMNEI/AAAAAAAACBU/vOnz0hdW79U/s320/DSC08149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally found it! Isn't she lovely?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGDQsejppcI/Turivy8ytnI/AAAAAAAACBI/ITn6-QOLFuo/s1600/DSC08156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606790267156082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGDQsejppcI/Turivy8ytnI/AAAAAAAACBI/ITn6-QOLFuo/s320/DSC08156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's my manly man cutting it down (isn't his outfit awesome?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwn3w1HXzcw/Turivi3bffI/AAAAAAAACA8/O3nlJM7jZ10/s1600/DSC08155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606785949695474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwn3w1HXzcw/Turivi3bffI/AAAAAAAACA8/O3nlJM7jZ10/s320/DSC08155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tree made its way inside and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; went to work on the lights. I am so picky that I can't do the lights because I'd be there all day, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; does them and I have to deal with his job. He does a good job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h8vSpcVKxQY/TuriZfRWPzI/AAAAAAAACA0/IyOF3lv7ROo/s1600/DSC08161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606407027539762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h8vSpcVKxQY/TuriZfRWPzI/AAAAAAAACA0/IyOF3lv7ROo/s320/DSC08161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia had fun getting out all her ornaments. It was neat to talk to her about the ornaments and when/where she got them. I told her that she needs to spread out all her ornaments, but she said that she needed to put all hers in one spot! I also had to strategically place nonbreakable ones towards the bottom for the busy and curious boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzJBMoxsxmk/TuriY-wHemI/AAAAAAAACAk/2duXZ2SEvvE/s1600/DSC08169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606398298225250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzJBMoxsxmk/TuriY-wHemI/AAAAAAAACAk/2duXZ2SEvvE/s320/DSC08169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (don't mind Sophia's hair...we hadn't gotten to that yet;)...Sophia also has her own special tree and little presents to put under it. Each day in December she gets to open a present and put the new little ornament on her tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EA0bpD3A2Tk/TuriYQGffiI/AAAAAAAACAY/U-bCQ22ao_8/s1600/DSC08172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686606385775607330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EA0bpD3A2Tk/TuriYQGffiI/AAAAAAAACAY/U-bCQ22ao_8/s320/DSC08172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O CHRISTMAS TREE, O CHRISTMAS TREE, HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR BRANCHES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5053247915435122163?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5053247915435122163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5053247915435122163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5053247915435122163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5053247915435122163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-shopping.html' title='Christmas Tree Shopping'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-mv5MZ4AIFeo/Turi91S-GUI/AAAAAAAACBs/MRjwiLu6FQQ/s72-c/DSC08148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3927229709255329563</id><published>2011-11-06T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:02:38.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I go into Halloween, here's a quick snippet of pumpkin carving. Kenton was happy as can be hitting the pumpkin with a spoon. We put his hands in the pumpkin guts, but he didn't care for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KMlFHcfTm8/TrdueFk-YDI/AAAAAAAACAM/8FOIKHWMCmg/s1600/DSC08049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123718868820018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KMlFHcfTm8/TrdueFk-YDI/AAAAAAAACAM/8FOIKHWMCmg/s320/DSC08049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia was all into scooping the guts out all by herself. We didn't take a picture of their finished masterpieces, but Sophia wanted her pumpkin with circle eyes, triangle nose, and teeth smile. She then painted hers and Kenton's. She made Kenton's pumpkin look like him with blue eyes, nose, and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2eaHtMt2HI/Trdud6_VU_I/AAAAAAAACAA/72vJ4sxMycU/s1600/DSC08052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123716026586098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2eaHtMt2HI/Trdud6_VU_I/AAAAAAAACAA/72vJ4sxMycU/s320/DSC08052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; INTRODUCING PINK AND WHITE POLKA DOT MINNIE MOUSE!!!! My original plan was to sew her dress, but my mom started it for me and then finished it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out to be a good thing because she had to do a lot of alterations to it because the pattern was huge and I would have had no clue what to do. We think someone took the child pattern out of the package and left the adult part because her small 4/5 was huge at first! Good job mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgI6YGhepE/Trdt1zZhxqI/AAAAAAAAB_0/9u4NAGgFW9c/s1600/DSC08071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123026794202786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgI6YGhepE/Trdt1zZhxqI/AAAAAAAAB_0/9u4NAGgFW9c/s320/DSC08071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DON'T FORGET ABOUT MICKEY MOUSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was probably one of the easiest costumes I've done. I bought a $1 black beanie, added felt ears, cut out felt white circles and glued them to red shorts he already had. Pretty darn cute if I do say so myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pky0PO55-tM/Trdt1pFxwmI/AAAAAAAAB_o/cUVAHIYfhYI/s1600/DSC08074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672123024027009634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pky0PO55-tM/Trdt1pFxwmI/AAAAAAAAB_o/cUVAHIYfhYI/s320/DSC08074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how they love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRdu4M2HsBA/Trdt0LfmihI/AAAAAAAAB_g/UIYTHiTx9oo/s1600/DSC08077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672122998902393362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRdu4M2HsBA/Trdt0LfmihI/AAAAAAAAB_g/UIYTHiTx9oo/s320/DSC08077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did the annual "trunk or treat" at our church parking lot. It is absolutely perfect for the kids. Here's the gang (cousin's on the Brown side...only missing a few):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMu2Kr6z0pQ/Trdtz9zq4wI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/yRWRW0NKwZ4/s1600/DSC08089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672122995228467970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMu2Kr6z0pQ/Trdtz9zq4wI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/yRWRW0NKwZ4/s320/DSC08089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mickey and I walked together for awhile. He was a good sport but I think he was wondering what the heck was going on ,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09-8st5BMZc/TrdsgmCo1sI/AAAAAAAAB_E/-XGfoqlweuc/s1600/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672121562919655106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09-8st5BMZc/TrdsgmCo1sI/AAAAAAAAB_E/-XGfoqlweuc/s320/DSC08087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Sophia knew what to do...She was done after an hour, which was perfect for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CxB2gQitLU/Trdsf9I5S_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/pQRvNGC7YKk/s1600/DSC08092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672121551940045810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CxB2gQitLU/Trdsf9I5S_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/pQRvNGC7YKk/s320/DSC08092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fun didn't stop. We went over to Grandma/pa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uffens&lt;/span&gt; house for pumpkin shaped pizza (thank you for Papa Murphy's) and they got more goodies there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iVxR3W-mzA/Trdsfa6awjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/btyUEkvik3w/s1600/DSC08099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672121542752518706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iVxR3W-mzA/Trdsfa6awjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/btyUEkvik3w/s320/DSC08099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was excited about his books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoKWAv3LY4Q/TrdsfEimgjI/AAAAAAAAB-g/l5TrdXcgGhk/s1600/DSC08100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672121536747045426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoKWAv3LY4Q/TrdsfEimgjI/AAAAAAAAB-g/l5TrdXcgGhk/s320/DSC08100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out her loot! It filled a gallon sized bag and I'm trying my hardest to stay out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvD6nseNVXw/Trdq0Z5D4NI/AAAAAAAAB-U/qLaSRnkOc70/s1600/DSC08105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672119704232386770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvD6nseNVXw/Trdq0Z5D4NI/AAAAAAAAB-U/qLaSRnkOc70/s320/DSC08105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look what Kenton got. He didn't need anything to eat, he just loved the noise of the wrapper. I didn't have him fill his pumpkin with candy because we didn't need anymore! Oh and check out his pumpkin. My mom did a good job there too! Now he has one like sister (but his is a boy one)! Happy Halloween...now onto more holiday fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88AblktcX1Q/Trdqz3j13tI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Ues3ZzK6sPA/s1600/DSC08112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672119695016582866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88AblktcX1Q/Trdqz3j13tI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Ues3ZzK6sPA/s320/DSC08112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving and Christmas I am totally excited for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3927229709255329563?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3927229709255329563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3927229709255329563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3927229709255329563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3927229709255329563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-8KMlFHcfTm8/TrdueFk-YDI/AAAAAAAACAM/8FOIKHWMCmg/s72-c/DSC08049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3323391834365739644</id><published>2011-10-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:12:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to take advantage of the nice sunny weather and go to the pumpkin patch. We didn't make it over the weekend, so we decided to go on Monday. It wasn't the most exciting pumpkin patch I've been too, but it was just right with the time we had. Plus Sophia gets to go to another one with her preschool:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this is the cutest farmer I've ever seen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAJYrDyiyKI/Tp-qhgN5QfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JTcj_g3bdSI/s1600/DSC08027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665434348815991282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAJYrDyiyKI/Tp-qhgN5QfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JTcj_g3bdSI/s320/DSC08027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sunflowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yl8CunAnuw/Tp-qgoWLLaI/AAAAAAAAB7c/iEwRKj9Ket4/s1600/DSC08029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665434333818334626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yl8CunAnuw/Tp-qgoWLLaI/AAAAAAAAB7c/iEwRKj9Ket4/s320/DSC08029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia was our leader through the corn maze and we searched for letters for the code. As we continued to walk Sophia would say, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; this is getting spookier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iMctOmb_Go/Tp-qgTbG43I/AAAAAAAAB7I/qmShQjfFVzg/s1600/DSC08030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665434328201880434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iMctOmb_Go/Tp-qgTbG43I/AAAAAAAAB7I/qmShQjfFVzg/s320/DSC08030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Kenton's first pumpkin patch. He loved sitting with the pumpkins and patting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PixGmW09j9M/Tp-qgAXRGSI/AAAAAAAAB7A/zZr7-OoLdH8/s1600/DSC08033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665434323085498658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PixGmW09j9M/Tp-qgAXRGSI/AAAAAAAAB7A/zZr7-OoLdH8/s320/DSC08033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Averie&lt;/span&gt; (cousin) wanted in on the fun too. Aren't they cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlpQnRZ0MA/Tp-pdyqn19I/AAAAAAAAB64/bPo4Xgfuwyo/s1600/DSC08037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665433185537218514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlpQnRZ0MA/Tp-pdyqn19I/AAAAAAAAB64/bPo4Xgfuwyo/s320/DSC08037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_6Vw-L8J1I/Tp-pdR2QaUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/5R_KzWZGEQE/s1600/DSC08042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665433176727644482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_6Vw-L8J1I/Tp-pdR2QaUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/5R_KzWZGEQE/s320/DSC08042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's something about holiday stuff and memories made that make me love my family that much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD_Yw61GyQs/Tp-pdCemqvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Rhlt34mIYRw/s1600/DSC08047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665433172601907954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD_Yw61GyQs/Tp-pdCemqvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Rhlt34mIYRw/s320/DSC08047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3323391834365739644?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3323391834365739644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3323391834365739644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3323391834365739644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3323391834365739644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-GAJYrDyiyKI/Tp-qhgN5QfI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JTcj_g3bdSI/s72-c/DSC08027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7244940302937561643</id><published>2011-10-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:57:22.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MINNIE MOUSE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday we went to our church carnival, but we weren't totally prepared with the whole costume. Let me give you some background. Sophia is a girl who has an opinion with things, so I asked her what she wanted to be for Halloween about a month ago and she said she didn't know. She thought about it and told me Minnie Mouse and brother could be Mickey. Super cute and good idea right? We went to JoAnn's and I pointed out red and white polka dot material and she said, "No mom, I want to be pink and white polka dot Minnie!" She even found the fabric. BUT...years ago my niece was Minnie and had saved the red and white polka dot costume. My sister-n-law brought it out. Sophia thought it was cute, but she still wanted to be pink and white Minnie. My mom tried to talk her into it and said that Minnie is not pink and white. Well, Miss Sophia found a picture of a pink and white Minnie and showed it to her grandma. SEE GRANDMA! How can you argue with that?! I love that she has an opinion about stuff like that because it makes it more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKOTPUA41_A/TppuWJi3mRI/AAAAAAAAB6U/RGbCd-84Uzg/s1600/DSC08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663960808170166546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKOTPUA41_A/TppuWJi3mRI/AAAAAAAAB6U/RGbCd-84Uzg/s320/DSC08014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because our church carnival was early, I did not have "Pink and White" Minnie's dress finished. Even started for that matter, ha! So she was red and white Minnie and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99_iLTEX90A/TppuWIyRPpI/AAAAAAAAB6A/BkuCsrsLU2c/s1600/DSC08017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663960807966326418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99_iLTEX90A/TppuWIyRPpI/AAAAAAAAB6A/BkuCsrsLU2c/s320/DSC08017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mickey's costume was not finished yet either, so he wore his ghost shirt to be in the Halloween spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94txmtaNg0Y/TppuV7yvbPI/AAAAAAAAB54/ncBkiKtyZ_8/s1600/DSC08015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663960804478643442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94txmtaNg0Y/TppuV7yvbPI/AAAAAAAAB54/ncBkiKtyZ_8/s320/DSC08015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little cake walk action! Sophia was a little nervous (notice the finger in her mouth) because she couldn't read all the numbers, but I told her I'd help her, so she did it until she won. Lucky #6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbMYldZDlc0/TpptjlWWrLI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Ax2ztgy83_E/s1600/DSC08021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663959939460541618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbMYldZDlc0/TpptjlWWrLI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Ax2ztgy83_E/s320/DSC08021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ring Toss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGZ1t7K3DE/TpptjHPCEwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/T4uv3hLlhNM/s1600/DSC08020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663959931376767746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGZ1t7K3DE/TpptjHPCEwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/T4uv3hLlhNM/s320/DSC08020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basketball Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duDdtghn2FI/Tppti_loBPI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Hcmem90YR7E/s1600/DSC08024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663959929324045554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duDdtghn2FI/Tppti_loBPI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Hcmem90YR7E/s320/DSC08024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were more games: fishing, face painting (which I can't get her to do), football throwing, donut eating contest, obstacle course, etc. At every game she was able to win a prize and had fun putting them in her pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STAY TUNED FOR PINK AND WHITE MINNIE MOUSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7244940302937561643?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7244940302937561643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7244940302937561643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7244940302937561643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7244940302937561643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/10/church-carnival.html' title='Church Carnival'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-kKOTPUA41_A/TppuWJi3mRI/AAAAAAAAB6U/RGbCd-84Uzg/s72-c/DSC08014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3408684166473741703</id><published>2011-10-11T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:42:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Kenton boy is 8 months old now! He is totally starting in a new stage and baby stage is going away way too fast. Last weekend we put the swing, floor play mat, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; seat away and got out the standing play table. I don't know if I'm so emotional about all these changes because he's my baby or what, but I am full of different emotion...I'm excited and sad all at the same time. Seriously, look at him....man... he's got me hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcKdKHgY-nY/TpUX3tcvvMI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WMOMcjKNeO0/s1600/DSC07985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662458352348675266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcKdKHgY-nY/TpUX3tcvvMI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WMOMcjKNeO0/s320/DSC07985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; September was a crazy month for me and my family, so I didn't take as many pictures, but here is a list and a couple pictures of things he did during his 7 month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenton started:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- saying his b, d sounds, especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- crying when he has to get out of his bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- going to Ms. Shelby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- eating snacks (the Mum-mum rice cracker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- scooting around on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKur9CMmOuA/TpUX3OAPjQI/AAAAAAAAB48/G5WIkUCsm_c/s1600/DSC07993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662458343907626242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKur9CMmOuA/TpUX3OAPjQI/AAAAAAAAB48/G5WIkUCsm_c/s320/DSC07993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he got his top 2 teeth. I forgot how big the top teeth are! (Sorry this is a creepy picture...Sophia had to help me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Khci9Qb6L24/TpUX29bj39I/AAAAAAAAB4w/WZYHZlC7DAQ/s1600/DSC08012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662458339458801618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Khci9Qb6L24/TpUX29bj39I/AAAAAAAAB4w/WZYHZlC7DAQ/s320/DSC08012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3408684166473741703?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3408684166473741703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3408684166473741703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3408684166473741703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3408684166473741703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-months.html' title='8 MONTHS'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-UcKdKHgY-nY/TpUX3tcvvMI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WMOMcjKNeO0/s72-c/DSC07985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4550676473901773100</id><published>2011-09-05T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:43:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...where to start? Tomorrow is my first teacher contract day and my students come on Wednesday. I have a lot of mixed emotions. First I will say that I'm grateful! I'm grateful that I have an amazing job, teaching the most amazing kids and I'm grateful that I get to be a mom. But I would be lying if I said everything is just "peachy." Having 7 months off with my kids has been an unbelievable memory and experience (so to all the stay at home moms, don't take it for granted). 7 months sounds like so long, but it wasn't. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I keep saying that it feels like yesterday that I had Kenton. But I guess with time going by so fast, it will be next summer before I know it right?! I've decided that if I could have Sophia and Kenton with me in my classroom, I would be one happy girl. It would be the best of both worlds! I planned it all out. Kenton can be in the baby carrier and Sophia can be my helper. I'll just have to inform my boss of that plan, ha! I know that once we get in a routine, I will be fine. I know that Sophia and Kenton are in a good place, but it's still a big deal letting someone else care for them other than me. It's almost 11:00pm and I know I should be going to bed, but I think I'm stalling because I know my alarm clock is going to wake me up. I don't know if I'm ready for this, but ready or not right?! Positive thoughts! Once my students walk into the room, they will make it all worth it because kids have that special spirit about them! So, I guess I am a lucky girl because I love teaching and I love being a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4550676473901773100?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4550676473901773100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4550676473901773100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4550676473901773100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4550676473901773100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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-4177868733103020355.post-6841951812939467245</id><published>2011-08-30T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:13:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was seriously the fastest month ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is doing new things every day and it has been so fun watching his personality grow too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is a list of new things he does:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Sits up by himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Eats all veggies, except for peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Eats the fruits so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Plays bashful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Babbles with new sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Starting to wave "hi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Thinks he should hold anything I am holding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenton is now 7 months old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy his 6 month pictures taken by the very talented Doranda. This is just a taste of them...thought putting all 50 would be a little excessive, but seriously they are so cute. She really captured his looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRsE37BU_lg/Tl3et7D3UXI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G64J4my0UH0/s1600/Aug262011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646914388321849714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRsE37BU_lg/Tl3et7D3UXI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G64J4my0UH0/s320/Aug262011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVIWhS0dQk/Tl3b_q8j1tI/AAAAAAAAB4g/01rihiExPiE/s1600/IMG_8252_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911394699007698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVIWhS0dQk/Tl3b_q8j1tI/AAAAAAAAB4g/01rihiExPiE/s320/IMG_8252_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get a picture with him because he is a TOTAL mamma's boy right now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHzJ5SGMm38/Tl3b_upjTHI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/QPyFTlpQraU/s1600/IMG_8193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911395693022322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHzJ5SGMm38/Tl3b_upjTHI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/QPyFTlpQraU/s320/IMG_8193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsEuUHFcpq8/Tl3b_V9fgrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/KbjBAiCuB1M/s1600/IMG_8178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911389065773746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsEuUHFcpq8/Tl3b_V9fgrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/KbjBAiCuB1M/s320/IMG_8178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out his teefers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9dOpGwi5pI/Tl3btN_GP4I/AAAAAAAAB4I/GOVhOCJb9U4/s1600/IMG_8187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911077687377794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9dOpGwi5pI/Tl3btN_GP4I/AAAAAAAAB4I/GOVhOCJb9U4/s320/IMG_8187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SdfGhcBJNI/Tl3btCNbZMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/6bCqRtCUw3w/s1600/IMG_8220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911074526258370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SdfGhcBJNI/Tl3btCNbZMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/6bCqRtCUw3w/s320/IMG_8220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8G5w7SJafQ/Tl3btIbJegI/AAAAAAAAB34/sWBvXaR7M9w/s1600/IMG_8245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911076194417154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8G5w7SJafQ/Tl3btIbJegI/AAAAAAAAB34/sWBvXaR7M9w/s320/IMG_8245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeosJGiBUyE/Tl3bs5a4N4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/inkuyLldQS0/s1600/IMG_8255_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646911072166754178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeosJGiBUyE/Tl3bs5a4N4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/inkuyLldQS0/s320/IMG_8255_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br9DWZFBVMo/Tl3bbgIP32I/AAAAAAAAB3o/ar51Fy9WG9Q/s1600/IMG_8276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646910773319950178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br9DWZFBVMo/Tl3bbgIP32I/AAAAAAAAB3o/ar51Fy9WG9Q/s320/IMG_8276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 2 love each other:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Sn8v8Gf48/Tl3bbur-7OI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XMkZljMP8uI/s1600/IMG_8314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646910777227930850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Sn8v8Gf48/Tl3bbur-7OI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XMkZljMP8uI/s320/IMG_8314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia wanted some pictures taken of herself too. What a natural:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziI2Zzrq_7I/Tl3bbZlDa-I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/VsuayFydLks/s1600/IMG_8330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646910771561720802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziI2Zzrq_7I/Tl3bbZlDa-I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/VsuayFydLks/s320/IMG_8330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've decided I need to put a slide show of the pictures on my computer at school to keep me happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6841951812939467245?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6841951812939467245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6841951812939467245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6841951812939467245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6841951812939467245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-months-old.html' title='7 Months Old'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-SRsE37BU_lg/Tl3et7D3UXI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G64J4my0UH0/s72-c/Aug262011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3377496060069769984</id><published>2011-08-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:39:11.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I are dorks because we LOVE the fair and it was such a nice warm day to go. Yesterday, it was free to get in before noon, so my sister, my kids, and I met Auntie Hollie and cousins there to enjoy the rides with their ride bracelets (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; got an amazing deal on them) during the day and then come back with the dads for dinner. So, we got our bracelets and off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UomzyDlYqE0/TlaAmUfxTNI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/2bxB7EoSk18/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644840578780843218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UomzyDlYqE0/TlaAmUfxTNI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/2bxB7EoSk18/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's fun to see Sophia's braveness (is that a word?) grow every year because last year she cried the whole time on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; and this time she loved it! (I barely fit and I was telling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; about it and he said he wanted to go on it with her. I told him he wouldn't fit, but he didn't believe me. I belly laughed watching him trying to squeeze in. Picture Tommy boy, "Big guy in a little coat!" Well this was big guy in a little cart! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;...I was right...didn't fit)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhLEmbAi-w8/TlaAmEfQL6I/AAAAAAAAB3I/EHOr3Tu8t44/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644840574483705762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhLEmbAi-w8/TlaAmEfQL6I/AAAAAAAAB3I/EHOr3Tu8t44/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a bracelet for myself because they make the parents pay to ride too, but it was nice for Sophia to have her cousins to ride with and not always me:) These 2 girls are becoming quite the friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L6d6fvKKOU/TlaACar0BtI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jYNi9HMe57E/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839961966675666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L6d6fvKKOU/TlaACar0BtI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jYNi9HMe57E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(oops, it didn't rotate) My sister came with us and was a help with Kenton. She would watch him while I went on the rides with the kids. Kenton was a trooper in the stroller and actually took a couple naps:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHIUS9GUmzo/TlaACM2bXpI/AAAAAAAAB24/_ECJAxGZl7c/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839958253100690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHIUS9GUmzo/TlaACM2bXpI/AAAAAAAAB24/_ECJAxGZl7c/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The classic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carousel. This is the one ride in the entire fair that parents can go on with no tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jC17LkImCrc/TlaAB-EUDKI/AAAAAAAAB2w/0Bvt15O7Ob4/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839954284809378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jC17LkImCrc/TlaAB-EUDKI/AAAAAAAAB2w/0Bvt15O7Ob4/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana gave each kid $5 to spend at the fair, which was a great surprise and totally sweet. They were so hot that they took a break from rides. They all spent some of their money on a slushy to help cool them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUVySd0ZYZs/TlZ_RcV1YGI/AAAAAAAAB2o/U4WVG26B5FA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839120597770338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUVySd0ZYZs/TlZ_RcV1YGI/AAAAAAAAB2o/U4WVG26B5FA/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the hot air balloon that they got to spin. Miles had Sophia cracking up during the whole ride. It was fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oflHECSoSA/TlZ_RJd9S_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/zfipZwtCEZU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839115531570162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oflHECSoSA/TlZ_RJd9S_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/zfipZwtCEZU/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice all 3 kids together, well there's 1 missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r8iwb6t9pE/TlZ_QszqLzI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nJBSy2EKynY/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644839107837964082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r8iwb6t9pE/TlZ_QszqLzI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nJBSy2EKynY/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson! He cracked us up because he wanted to ride by himself on every ride and would get mad if someone tried to go with him. He also wanted to ride on all the rides but was too small for some! Next year he's going to be all over it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2Xf99qIpzs/TlZ-fZZnovI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/PI1M5lTzbTY/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644838260814881522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2Xf99qIpzs/TlZ-fZZnovI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/PI1M5lTzbTY/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, last year Sophia was too scared to go down the slide, even with me. This year all the kids trucked up to the top with no problem. I double checked to see if Sophia wanted me to go down with her, but she said no. Here she is at the top. Mollie had gone down and started crying at the bottom, then the two boys came down and had no problem. It was Sophia's turn and looked like she liked it until she got to the bottom and started crying too! A little too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIGPKpioeQ/TlZ-fBQdiAI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sxRZhB62IP8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644838254334019586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIGPKpioeQ/TlZ-fBQdiAI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sxRZhB62IP8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls went on it again, but wanted me to go with them after their experience by themselves, ha! You do get some air on that last bump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR4xpbjP8Lc/TlZ-exvY6QI/AAAAAAAAB2A/P-vF1fRO9Xg/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644838250168772866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR4xpbjP8Lc/TlZ-exvY6QI/AAAAAAAAB2A/P-vF1fRO9Xg/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had packed our lunch earlier, so we could go back with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; to eat yummy fair food for dinner and ride more rides (we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got our moneys worth and more on these bracelets). Earlier in the day this ride wasn't running. It's one that takes you up high and then drops you. Jackson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go and we talked Sophia into it. Mollie said, "no way!" And adventually Miles went on too. I was explaining to Sophia that it will feel like butterflies in your stomach like when you go super high on a swing. I was trying to prep her because I wasn't sure how she would do. Well, she loved it and went like 4 times in a row! She said that one was her favorite...That's my girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvfzGFFgNVk/TlZ9LMWvL8I/AAAAAAAAB14/21TOwKmR8rQ/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644836814204121026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvfzGFFgNVk/TlZ9LMWvL8I/AAAAAAAAB14/21TOwKmR8rQ/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia spent the rest of her money on a game and won a blow up hammer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpDsJz1uIKI/TlZ9K6oariI/AAAAAAAAB1w/K5648wXy59I/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644836809446436386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpDsJz1uIKI/TlZ9K6oariI/AAAAAAAAB1w/K5648wXy59I/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed super late, but look who got to take his first ride....KENTON BOY! We were standing there letting the kids do 1 more ride when she asked if I wanted to take him on. She said he could go as long as he could sit and put the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; around him. That was really nice of her! He liked it too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfr8eC5SI5E/TlZ9KallqJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/s2SqA6y3GeU/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644836800844638354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfr8eC5SI5E/TlZ9KallqJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/s2SqA6y3GeU/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you fair rides, thank you weather, thank you fair food, thank you cousins. You did not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;! Friday will be the rodeo. I know what you're thinking......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you we were fair dorks:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3377496060069769984?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3377496060069769984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3377496060069769984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3377496060069769984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3377496060069769984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/fair-day.html' title='Fair Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-UomzyDlYqE0/TlaAmUfxTNI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/2bxB7EoSk18/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7017014020792447979</id><published>2011-08-23T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:08:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cart Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-oh...Look who's a big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is totally sitting up on his own so I thought it was time for him to experience the cart with a cover of course (plus his car seat carrier is getting very HEAVY)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAD_e8taC_A/TlSUAaua8MI/AAAAAAAAB1g/yd50OEzWpFE/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644298967897010370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAD_e8taC_A/TlSUAaua8MI/AAAAAAAAB1g/yd50OEzWpFE/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thought he was so cool and talked all the way through Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLkr6xCsRew/TlSUAC-EbyI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/PnZz90YUG7Q/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644298961520193314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLkr6xCsRew/TlSUAC-EbyI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/PnZz90YUG7Q/s320/164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not too sure how Sophia feels about Kenton sitting in the front because now she's either walking or kicked to the back. I guess it's just one of those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7017014020792447979?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7017014020792447979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7017014020792447979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7017014020792447979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7017014020792447979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/cart-shopping.html' title='Cart Shopping'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-hAD_e8taC_A/TlSUAaua8MI/AAAAAAAAB1g/yd50OEzWpFE/s72-c/161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3911376656981893089</id><published>2011-08-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:29:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 MONTHS OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I posted Kenton's 5 month, I told time to slow down. Well guess what? It didn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is 6 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He weighs: 17lbs, 13oz (50th %tile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is 27.5 inches long (75th %tile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although he is right on track he is one solid boy and everyone comments on how big he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03nLm5uQSGQ/TkWvttOytLI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/gqL8Yf3NRuc/s1600/DSC07863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640107308122027186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03nLm5uQSGQ/TkWvttOytLI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/gqL8Yf3NRuc/s320/DSC07863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton loves playing with his sister and is really aware when she's around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nW1onz69ko/TkWvQvGaoYI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hqIbHSnu3Nc/s1600/DSC07913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640106810407559554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nW1onz69ko/TkWvQvGaoYI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hqIbHSnu3Nc/s320/DSC07913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also is starting to sit up on his own (only for 30 seconds or so). He likes to lean forward, but loves it more than being on his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TC_wI-_abmg/TkWvQG8AGBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/n-FuI51wvxw/s1600/DSC07900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640106799626459154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TC_wI-_abmg/TkWvQG8AGBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/n-FuI51wvxw/s320/DSC07900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a TOTAL mamma's boy and I'm not just saying that because I'm writing this. For example: my parents have 7 grandkids and have never had to call the parents to come home, until Kenton. Kenton was screaming so bad that my mom and dad had to tell us to come home. The second I took him he smiled and jumped up and down. Another example is when we had a softball game. 5 different people tried to console him and it didn't work until I finally took him. He's a stinker, but I love how he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdXqEwHWclU/TkWvP0x6IuI/AAAAAAAAB04/zZxTXg7nTvw/s1600/DSC07903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640106794752287458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdXqEwHWclU/TkWvP0x6IuI/AAAAAAAAB04/zZxTXg7nTvw/s320/DSC07903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During his 5th month, he also started watching me eat/drink. He tries to take anything I'm holding and dive bombs for the cups with his mouth wide open. He knows what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eIqbH52E2s/TkWuIjy6ZFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/S1VzaUNLuOg/s1600/DSC07804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640105570422383698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eIqbH52E2s/TkWuIjy6ZFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/S1VzaUNLuOg/s320/DSC07804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs02UnehbTs/TkWuIRcTmoI/AAAAAAAAB0o/D0QQ9EGlLEw/s1600/DSC07802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640105565495728770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs02UnehbTs/TkWuIRcTmoI/AAAAAAAAB0o/D0QQ9EGlLEw/s320/DSC07802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because he was opening his mouth when I used my fork and cup, I knew he was ready for rice cereal. About 5 1/2 months he ate rice cereal for the first time and thought he was hot stuff! We did rice cereal and oatmeal for a couple weeks and on his 6 month b-day he had sweet potatoes and loved them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bq5jmwBEsk/TkWuFcuCltI/AAAAAAAAB0g/r_zuPB11bng/s1600/DSC07912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640105516983293650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bq5jmwBEsk/TkWuFcuCltI/AAAAAAAAB0g/r_zuPB11bng/s320/DSC07912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is a summary of his 5th month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Watched me eat/drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* First 4th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ate rice cereal for the 1st time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ate oatmeal for the 1st time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* First boat ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Got his 1st bottom right tooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* One week later got his bottom left tooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Started splashing in the bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Started getting excited when sister and daddy were around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Hates his stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Loves to bounce up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We love our Kenton boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally soaking up this month being with him until shhhhhh....don't say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3911376656981893089?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3911376656981893089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3911376656981893089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3911376656981893089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3911376656981893089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/6-months-old.html' title='6 MONTHS OLD!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-03nLm5uQSGQ/TkWvttOytLI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/gqL8Yf3NRuc/s72-c/DSC07863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-8790450935068469621</id><published>2011-08-08T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:44:49.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia has had one other haircut, but after time and weeks of swim lessons, her hair needed a good trim. If you know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; he is a little (I mean a lot) crazy when it comes to Sophia's hair. He loves it long! Her last haircut he had to go with me just to make sure only 1cm got cut off. This time the appointment was scheduled while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was at work. He REALLY didn't want her haircut. Me and many others kept telling him that it's healthy to cut girls hair, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; and he would literally throw a fit and whine like a baby. I told him that I was going to have 2 inches cut off and that's all. I guess he didn't trust me because guess who showed up at his lunch break? Yup...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPQMwlaKryY/TkBjPj_BM4I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8Q3XWOZBCSA/s1600/DSC07888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638615852476609410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPQMwlaKryY/TkBjPj_BM4I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8Q3XWOZBCSA/s320/DSC07888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last time she was too scared to use the sink to get her haircut, but not this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtYeaOFbBVA/TkBi5qhAHgI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/wiy6fhHK7mo/s1600/DSC07890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638615476272635394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtYeaOFbBVA/TkBi5qhAHgI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/wiy6fhHK7mo/s320/DSC07890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRTrUv4MS-8/TkBi5CkAk3I/AAAAAAAAB0I/03dFfzo627s/s1600/DSC07893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638615465547830130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRTrUv4MS-8/TkBi5CkAk3I/AAAAAAAAB0I/03dFfzo627s/s320/DSC07893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 inches and a little shaping later...ONE PRETTY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8a2HBcn-gc/TkBi40RQLhI/AAAAAAAAB0A/SKkpyPp2z44/s1600/DSC07894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638615461711064594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8a2HBcn-gc/TkBi40RQLhI/AAAAAAAAB0A/SKkpyPp2z44/s320/DSC07894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she look so grown up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-8790450935068469621?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/8790450935068469621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=8790450935068469621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8790450935068469621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8790450935068469621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-uPQMwlaKryY/TkBjPj_BM4I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8Q3XWOZBCSA/s72-c/DSC07888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7319357719673053940</id><published>2011-08-03T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:37:35.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't have any big trips planned this summer because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is saving his vacation time, but we were lucky to go to Long Beach for a weekend trip with my parents and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGeCYkDt98E/TjnC0LzkEAI/AAAAAAAABz4/JUgE6azNlOs/s1600/DSC07853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750610408935426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGeCYkDt98E/TjnC0LzkEAI/AAAAAAAABz4/JUgE6azNlOs/s320/DSC07853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess we really can't call it "camping" because we stayed in a cute little cabin. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aKQtwNbIRk/TjnCz0sqLMI/AAAAAAAABzw/6GdndM1XSjU/s1600/DSC07878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750604205960386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aKQtwNbIRk/TjnCz0sqLMI/AAAAAAAABzw/6GdndM1XSjU/s320/DSC07878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got there around 5:30pm, unloaded the cars and then headed down to the beach. There was a pathway walk to the beach from the campsite, which was great not having to drive there. This is the only picture I got with Kenton in the backpack awake. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we put him in it, he would pass out (maybe I should wear it around the house for his nap times??)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxdloRVX39k/TjnCzeO4T4I/AAAAAAAABzo/zCCm_rkLRJU/s1600/DSC07810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636750598175477634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxdloRVX39k/TjnCzeO4T4I/AAAAAAAABzo/zCCm_rkLRJU/s320/DSC07810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful warm night, so we whipped out the kite. Sophia loved running around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWEsEnx75U/TjnB-GBgo5I/AAAAAAAABzg/pnBEIUiKZ48/s1600/DSC07817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636749681143882642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWEsEnx75U/TjnB-GBgo5I/AAAAAAAABzg/pnBEIUiKZ48/s320/DSC07817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tide was out, so there were little pools of water that were fun to run in. Sophia was jumping the waves and took a little swim with her clothes on (not on purpose)! She was not too excited about it when her clothes got all sandy. I had a nice laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkNFmqVsmqI/TjnB9-hRzYI/AAAAAAAABzY/GTenAuYh5KU/s1600/DSC07819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636749679129644418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkNFmqVsmqI/TjnB9-hRzYI/AAAAAAAABzY/GTenAuYh5KU/s320/DSC07819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She could not handle the wet sandy clothes, so we stripped her down for the walk back to the cabin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97ijkdggqLo/TjnB9cL0a3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/8yy0xrhe2eQ/s1600/DSC07820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636749669912832882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97ijkdggqLo/TjnB9cL0a3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/8yy0xrhe2eQ/s320/DSC07820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we continued to explore, we saw this sign posted by the bathrooms...There was no late walks for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e72Lz2kQJpU/TjnBLLhNzpI/AAAAAAAABzI/gIFgbNqbxFM/s1600/DSC07821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636748806445715090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e72Lz2kQJpU/TjnBLLhNzpI/AAAAAAAABzI/gIFgbNqbxFM/s320/DSC07821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this animal was out late and the bear found it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; j/k. My mom was walking ahead of us and yelled, "There's a body!" I immediately thought that we were going to be part of an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NCIS episode&lt;/span&gt; or something. We are thinking it was a seal....so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kP7VxIbq6Aw/TjnBKlJ18sI/AAAAAAAABzA/KkR2mxqrCi4/s1600/DSC07811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636748796147135170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kP7VxIbq6Aw/TjnBKlJ18sI/AAAAAAAABzA/KkR2mxqrCi4/s320/DSC07811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we went into town and Sophia and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; went on a go-cart ride! She obviously thought it was loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ro7N34GeYQ/TjnBKVjet4I/AAAAAAAABy4/KtzKy3dtQ0Q/s1600/DSC07831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636748791959697282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ro7N34GeYQ/TjnBKVjet4I/AAAAAAAABy4/KtzKy3dtQ0Q/s320/DSC07831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; also read something about riding horses on the beach and called about it. Sophia has been wanting to ride a horse for 2 years now at the fair. Every year she talks as if she's going to do it, but when it comes down to it she never does. So, it was a big deal when she said she would ride a horse with daddy. I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; that I would just video tape (because I have only been on a horse once in my life and I didn't find it that fun), but he insisted that I go too for the "MEMORY"! And boy was it a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; memory!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and Sophia's horse was named "Manny" and Sophia surprised all of us on how brave she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0yO_LMi3CQ/TjnARQy7qDI/AAAAAAAAByw/ow24PgI58N0/s1600/DSC07843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747811429787698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0yO_LMi3CQ/TjnARQy7qDI/AAAAAAAAByw/ow24PgI58N0/s320/DSC07843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt;! I have known a few "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn's&lt;/span&gt;" in my life and all of them are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt;, including my horse. There were about 15 of us who went on a ride and before we left 2 horses started nipping at each other, which made me a little nervous. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but it was hard. As we started off, the horses are suppose to walk single file through the brush to get to the beach. Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt; started off great. I didn't even have to kick her to get going, UNTIL she made a right turn to go to her baby who was in a pen. She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NAYING&lt;/span&gt; so loud and her baby was doing it back which is really intimidating since I don't speak horse. There was a trailer that I was getting smashed against and I thought I was either going to get bit, get thrown into the pen, or jump over the gate. The cowboy was yelling at me to turn her around. I had to pull her so hard but then she went right back. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; horse was walking so nicely in line. I looked at him and mouthed, "I'M DONE!" And of course he just smiled. The cowboy had to fight with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt; to get her coming. In the meantime we were behind the group and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt; decided to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trot&lt;/span&gt; quickly to the group! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt; continued to try to turn around and I had to be rescued multiple times. Once she was on the beach she did okay. And when we got back, I told the cowgirl to get me off first because she wanted her baby. I was so glad to be walking on my own 2 feet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Pbdq1OmfAU/TjnARLcNQaI/AAAAAAAAByo/kVq6LMhnSfQ/s1600/DSC07844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747809992294818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Pbdq1OmfAU/TjnARLcNQaI/AAAAAAAAByo/kVq6LMhnSfQ/s320/DSC07844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; had to take the picture because there was no way in HELL (sorry) I was going to take my hands off Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ShyAnn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; tried to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trot&lt;/span&gt; with Manny, but Sophia didn't like it because it hurt her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBWXxfNXlT8/TjnAQhoJCQI/AAAAAAAAByg/9ufh3LXNfrQ/s1600/DSC07847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747798768060674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBWXxfNXlT8/TjnAQhoJCQI/AAAAAAAAByg/9ufh3LXNfrQ/s320/DSC07847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PPPPPHHHHHEEWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;! After that we went into town and got ice cream. Ice cream is much more my style! Beat that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robins...48 flavors and they make their own cones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jnP8zVJRz4/Tjm_cquCDpI/AAAAAAAAByY/BSzqS0eTMiA/s1600/DSC07852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636746907855490706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jnP8zVJRz4/Tjm_cquCDpI/AAAAAAAAByY/BSzqS0eTMiA/s320/DSC07852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we got back to the cabin, the sun was out and there was not much wind, so off to the beach we went! Grandpa and Kenton had matching hats and Kenton got to go on many walks with Grandpa which he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f3-ljggH4M/Tjm_cfl4uyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/664A2gFi1LQ/s1600/DSC07867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636746904868535074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f3-ljggH4M/Tjm_cfl4uyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/664A2gFi1LQ/s320/DSC07867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a sand castle village and swam in the ocean. The water was actually really nice and even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; got all the way in it (he's usually chicken in cold water)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjPLNu4y7gc/Tjm_cAkcTlI/AAAAAAAAByI/2CAKxYnBkns/s1600/DSC07864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636746896540978770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjPLNu4y7gc/Tjm_cAkcTlI/AAAAAAAAByI/2CAKxYnBkns/s320/DSC07864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia also wanted to be buried, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qn_-dSR_5B4/Tjm-bk9Q9tI/AAAAAAAABx8/L3o4Ny1t3mo/s1600/DSC07872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636745789617272530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qn_-dSR_5B4/Tjm-bk9Q9tI/AAAAAAAABx8/L3o4Ny1t3mo/s320/DSC07872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Kenton liked the sand:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osEbUld33LM/Tjm-bNwDbgI/AAAAAAAABx0/gjzCpL12VVM/s1600/DSC07875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636745783387844098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osEbUld33LM/Tjm-bNwDbgI/AAAAAAAABx0/gjzCpL12VVM/s320/DSC07875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the ocean we went swimming in the pool and had a nice evening. We left Sunday with smiles on our face and glad that we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTJ2boEChLc/Tjm-aqXvX4I/AAAAAAAABxs/WVSHiWsRJAI/s1600/DSC07883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636745773890625410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTJ2boEChLc/Tjm-aqXvX4I/AAAAAAAABxs/WVSHiWsRJAI/s320/DSC07883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good-bye ocean!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7319357719673053940?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7319357719673053940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7319357719673053940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7319357719673053940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7319357719673053940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping-trip.html' title='Camping Trip'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-YGeCYkDt98E/TjnC0LzkEAI/AAAAAAAABz4/JUgE6azNlOs/s72-c/DSC07853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3412834607848949133</id><published>2011-07-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:04:26.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weeks ago there was a local circus in town and thought that would be fun to take Sophia to. We were going to go as a family until we walked up to the booth. They were charging $22 for an adult ticket and $10 for a kid. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I both looked at each other and said, "Heck no, we are not paying $44 dollars for both of us to go!" So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; took Kenton home and Sophia and I had a girls date! I luckily had a coupon and got $2 off my price and Sophia was free ($20 much better, but I still don't think it was worth it, ha)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxJp6Uq9Vts/TjHZWyeFvLI/AAAAAAAABxk/-UK1wQdvn-w/s1600/DSC07782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634523594345528498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxJp6Uq9Vts/TjHZWyeFvLI/AAAAAAAABxk/-UK1wQdvn-w/s320/DSC07782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've never been to a circus before, but this one seemed pretty cheap and I was kind of bored at times, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; brought an interesting crowd out! I think I was more entertained by the people, than the acts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVirC95OPeE/TjHZWkcgV8I/AAAAAAAABxc/yZyJdVUUzOI/s1600/DSC07785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634523590580787138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVirC95OPeE/TjHZWkcgV8I/AAAAAAAABxc/yZyJdVUUzOI/s320/DSC07785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I was not too entertained, Sophia enjoyed herself and I'm glad we got some girl time together:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cru7N2y6sgg/TjHZWayIZ4I/AAAAAAAABxU/drCSCImSnsY/s1600/DSC07786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634523587987138434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cru7N2y6sgg/TjHZWayIZ4I/AAAAAAAABxU/drCSCImSnsY/s320/DSC07786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we found a new park and got out to enjoy the sun. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salsbury&lt;/span&gt; Park (out towards Hood Canal). It is right by the water (rocky though), has picnic benches, grassy area, and a park. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; parents, our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephews and our good friends met us there. I love this picture:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lokIECo5eNg/TjHYfqV6_AI/AAAAAAAABxM/AHVcAky8mrw/s1600/DSC07792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634522647270980610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lokIECo5eNg/TjHYfqV6_AI/AAAAAAAABxM/AHVcAky8mrw/s320/DSC07792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ahoy&lt;/span&gt; Matey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmjYkkFQeXI/TjHYfSuBW1I/AAAAAAAABxE/DRv7DzDWNDE/s1600/DSC07800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634522640929610578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmjYkkFQeXI/TjHYfSuBW1I/AAAAAAAABxE/DRv7DzDWNDE/s320/DSC07800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkwQrn2ZV9g/TjHYeyy7S_I/AAAAAAAABw8/qApJ0AGyJFU/s1600/DSC07801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634522632360250354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkwQrn2ZV9g/TjHYeyy7S_I/AAAAAAAABw8/qApJ0AGyJFU/s320/DSC07801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were also swings with a long chain. The kind that makes you get butterflies. It brought back memories when my dad would push me so high that I would get butterflies in my stomach. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and Grandpa Brown got Miles going pretty high and scared him! Love finding new parks, especially when it's a nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3412834607848949133?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3412834607848949133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3412834607848949133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3412834607848949133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3412834607848949133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/catch-up-stuff.html' title='Catch-Up Stuff'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-vxJp6Uq9Vts/TjHZWyeFvLI/AAAAAAAABxk/-UK1wQdvn-w/s72-c/DSC07782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5700906990544080187</id><published>2011-07-19T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:58:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I have never had to baby proof anything or hide markers, etc because Sophia has never gotten into anything, but she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not perfect! The other day she had a "not perfect" moment. She had gotten a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;place mat&lt;/span&gt; that you can color on with markers (thank you Aunt Sarah) and had it on my bed while I was getting ready. Well during her coloring she managed to color a large area on my bed sheets. It was clearly not just a little accident where she ran off her mat. These were long color strokes. This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; out of her character. I asked her about it and she said she did it with a little smirk. Being the first offense of this type I had to think about a consequence. I had her scrub with spray n' wash on the sheets, take them off the bed (with my help), and put them in the washer. I explained to her that if the marker didn't come out that she had to pay me some money out of her wallet so that I could buy some new ones. Sophia got the sheets out of the dryer to check to see if the marker came out. Well, the markers were not washable (thank you again Aunt Sarah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;). She went and got her wallet. At first she was going to give me a penny, but I told her that I needed a dollar (ouch!). She was not too excited about it at first, but then gave it to me. This is one of many lessons, but I hope she learned something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5700906990544080187?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5700906990544080187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5700906990544080187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5700906990544080187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5700906990544080187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-lesson-learned.html' title='New Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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-4177868733103020355.post-2859585171007007938</id><published>2011-07-14T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:37:07.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how I can trust Sophia with Kenton! She has good mama instincts and is gentle with him. I went to get in the shower this morning and usually take him into the bathroom with me, but today Sophia wanted to watch him so I went with it. As I got out of the shower I heard her giggling and telling me to come here. And guess what I found???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE PRETTY BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was quite proud of herself and Kenton rolled with it too. I told her that Daddy was not going to be a fan, hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Gp4ty-hGY/Th9uBi1D9CI/AAAAAAAABw0/nzGTo2nfnPA/s1600/DSC07778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629339032044696610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Gp4ty-hGY/Th9uBi1D9CI/AAAAAAAABw0/nzGTo2nfnPA/s320/DSC07778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It actually looks pretty good with his curly hair, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5s74bvcE-U/Th9uBTDiLpI/AAAAAAAABws/O-wnat1qQEs/s1600/DSC07774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629339027810430610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5s74bvcE-U/Th9uBTDiLpI/AAAAAAAABws/O-wnat1qQEs/s320/DSC07774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Mr. Kenton, you better get used to it...That's what big sister's are for:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-2859585171007007938?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2859585171007007938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2859585171007007938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2859585171007007938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2859585171007007938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/gotta-love-sisters.html' title='Gotta Love Sisters!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-B-Gp4ty-hGY/Th9uBi1D9CI/AAAAAAAABw0/nzGTo2nfnPA/s72-c/DSC07778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5681777291049853520</id><published>2011-07-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:03:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was blessed to have great roommates in college and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaryAnn&lt;/span&gt; (aka: Homer) was one of them. Not only did we live together, we also slaved together in our education department and are Kappa Delta Pi sisters! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaryAnn&lt;/span&gt; is also a teacher but lives in Juneau, AK. I am just lucky that her dad lives in WA so that she still visits. We got to play with her at her dad's lake house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1KBYVJRGZw/ThzB6r0KTSI/AAAAAAAABwk/eeIlP02u5NE/s1600/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628586848244354338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1KBYVJRGZw/ThzB6r0KTSI/AAAAAAAABwk/eeIlP02u5NE/s320/DSC07754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia swam off the dock and we all got to go on a boat ride (Kenton's first)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypQuuuWKFFw/ThzB6CIJUjI/AAAAAAAABwc/mTTbKRina1Q/s1600/DSC07757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628586837053887026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypQuuuWKFFw/ThzB6CIJUjI/AAAAAAAABwc/mTTbKRina1Q/s320/DSC07757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell he loved it, even with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life jacket&lt;/span&gt; swallowing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUftc8JNEYk/ThzB5v0n56I/AAAAAAAABwU/O2qDWwMaCUY/s1600/DSC07759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628586832140167074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUftc8JNEYk/ThzB5v0n56I/AAAAAAAABwU/O2qDWwMaCUY/s320/DSC07759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the wind and fresh air! (Dad you seriously have to get your boat out...I miss it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgHOokpk9po/ThzB5SgV3lI/AAAAAAAABwM/t35Y8AayEgA/s1600/DSC07762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628586824270470738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgHOokpk9po/ThzB5SgV3lI/AAAAAAAABwM/t35Y8AayEgA/s320/DSC07762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUB6rtFkOI4/ThzAbRTMWHI/AAAAAAAABwE/wfCADYVydpg/s1600/DSC07764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628585209039181938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUB6rtFkOI4/ThzAbRTMWHI/AAAAAAAABwE/wfCADYVydpg/s320/DSC07764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are just missing Jason, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaryAnn's&lt;/span&gt; hubby who also was a roommate of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky9vQ2ZYYDU/ThzAbK15szI/AAAAAAAABv8/owehVqL264I/s1600/DSC07770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628585207305712434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky9vQ2ZYYDU/ThzAbK15szI/AAAAAAAABv8/owehVqL264I/s320/DSC07770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how we just pick right up when we see each other. Wish we lived closer, but I love the visits! MISS YOU HOMER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp0QT5uLArQ/ThzAa6uWPjI/AAAAAAAABv0/JKAqWVzk8uk/s1600/DSC07773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628585202979061298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp0QT5uLArQ/ThzAa6uWPjI/AAAAAAAABv0/JKAqWVzk8uk/s320/DSC07773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COME BACK SOON:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5681777291049853520?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5681777291049853520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5681777291049853520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5681777291049853520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5681777291049853520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/homer.html' title='HOMER!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-z1KBYVJRGZw/ThzB6r0KTSI/AAAAAAAABwk/eeIlP02u5NE/s72-c/DSC07754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6430001655472425176</id><published>2011-07-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:49:50.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived by the words of Sesame Street this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Point No Point and great friends. We went to enjoy the sun with Lacey, Malynda and their boys! Mr. Kenton boy got to wear his swim suit and put his feet in the cold water for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-7JTySkcMc/ThqLxd7shyI/AAAAAAAABvs/CEHLq2n0zWU/s1600/DSC07746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627964366317717282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-7JTySkcMc/ThqLxd7shyI/AAAAAAAABvs/CEHLq2n0zWU/s320/DSC07746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia enjoyed jumping the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_OnjTWGqzA/ThqLxPJLS7I/AAAAAAAABvk/eo2txHA7VB8/s1600/DSC07744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627964362347727794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_OnjTWGqzA/ThqLxPJLS7I/AAAAAAAABvk/eo2txHA7VB8/s320/DSC07744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And making sand castles with the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq5skU3CckM/ThqKcUeMbiI/AAAAAAAABvc/uhWlZkosmN4/s1600/DSC07742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627962903489179170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq5skU3CckM/ThqKcUeMbiI/AAAAAAAABvc/uhWlZkosmN4/s320/DSC07742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcC1bAdCke8/ThqKb9pZ-kI/AAAAAAAABvU/w2yFE3UBHzk/s1600/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627962897362188866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcC1bAdCke8/ThqKb9pZ-kI/AAAAAAAABvU/w2yFE3UBHzk/s320/DSC07745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the water was cold, my little fish loved boogie boarding...that's my girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUkn9m9y4Xs/ThqKbXGIyxI/AAAAAAAABvM/vksUthKhm4k/s1600/DSC07750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627962887013714706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUkn9m9y4Xs/ThqKbXGIyxI/AAAAAAAABvM/vksUthKhm4k/s320/DSC07750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; out, but there was a constant breeze so it didn't feel super hot. I didn't put any sunscreen on my legs and boy did I pay for it the next day. It hurt so bad to walk, but yes everyone I learned my lesson! I told Sophia that I got a sunburn and asked her what she got. She said, "I just got brown!" And that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; true. I'm so jealous of her gorgeous skin:) Sun, please stay and continue "Sweeping the Clouds Away!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6430001655472425176?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6430001655472425176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6430001655472425176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6430001655472425176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6430001655472425176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/yay-sun.html' title='Yay Sun!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-s-7JTySkcMc/ThqLxd7shyI/AAAAAAAABvs/CEHLq2n0zWU/s72-c/DSC07746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5187126120278902278</id><published>2011-07-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:29:00.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White, and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia and I started off the festivities with a little red and blue action. My nails were painted like that too! Our day was planned out, but it didn't go as planned at all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; went out with his G-pa and brother at 6am to pick up the crab pots they had left the night before. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was thinking he would be back around 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; so we could go by fireworks, make the macaroni and cheese to take to a friend's BBQ, etc. Well, when the boat ran out of gas it kinda put a kink in our plans. That 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; thought turned into a 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; time. Yup, so Sophia, Kenton, and I did everything by ourselves and finally went to the BBQ without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;. He finally made it there about 5. It's one of those times where you can't get mad because it's not like they wanted to run out of gas, but I had a couple "ugh" moments. I am just glad they got home safely. While waiting for him I took a lot of pictures of our kiddos in their USA colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOnrXWyNoO0/ThaPMTLMeaI/AAAAAAAABu8/GCjYmEBo50I/s1600/DSC07719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626842225914444194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOnrXWyNoO0/ThaPMTLMeaI/AAAAAAAABu8/GCjYmEBo50I/s320/DSC07719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia was so excited to wear her red, white, and blue and was decked out in it from the top of her head, down to her toes. She picked the classic pink tank top from Old Navy and even wanted to wear it the next day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qBhmZFzoX4/ThaPMGUj-3I/AAAAAAAABu0/qZMd4XIwvPo/s1600/DSC07697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626842222464072562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qBhmZFzoX4/ThaPMGUj-3I/AAAAAAAABu0/qZMd4XIwvPo/s320/DSC07697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. They obviously aren't looking at me, but both are looking at the same thing. What is it? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DO2h1CpjzGc/ThaOKjZahvI/AAAAAAAABus/Rk0SGUf_5U8/s1600/DSC07700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626841096397686514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DO2h1CpjzGc/ThaOKjZahvI/AAAAAAAABus/Rk0SGUf_5U8/s320/DSC07700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had fun taking pictures of Kenton on his first Fourth of July! A family friend gave us this outfit before he was born. They must have been in tune with what size he was going to be because it fit him perfectly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-JvkVTg4Ac/ThaOKAyVHqI/AAAAAAAABuk/E0qJ0ArMRQA/s1600/DSC07694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626841087106948770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-JvkVTg4Ac/ThaOKAyVHqI/AAAAAAAABuk/E0qJ0ArMRQA/s320/DSC07694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7N6GZfdKYo/ThaOJXkqQLI/AAAAAAAABuc/RblRxIBMcZA/s1600/DSC07708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626841076043759794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7N6GZfdKYo/ThaOJXkqQLI/AAAAAAAABuc/RblRxIBMcZA/s320/DSC07708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt; ladies, watch out! A little wink with those dimples and he will be melting some hearts:) Well maybe not if he's grabbing his crotch at the same time. Such a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs-xBp5Rhx8/ThaNFeXIvbI/AAAAAAAABuU/Ql8Tn-oyk38/s1600/DSC07712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626839909634981298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs-xBp5Rhx8/ThaNFeXIvbI/AAAAAAAABuU/Ql8Tn-oyk38/s320/DSC07712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' boys! I just love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXdQYllsSbQ/ThaNFC6rzZI/AAAAAAAABuM/BWog5BUXUgY/s1600/DSC07725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626839902267886994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXdQYllsSbQ/ThaNFC6rzZI/AAAAAAAABuM/BWog5BUXUgY/s320/DSC07725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get Sophia in the picture too. I love her too:) What do you think. Do they look like their daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fpfqn62m0M/ThaNEkF1qHI/AAAAAAAABuE/VpWGyx_Er2c/s1600/DSC07728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626839893993171058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fpfqn62m0M/ThaNEkF1qHI/AAAAAAAABuE/VpWGyx_Er2c/s320/DSC07728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kenton's newest cousin, Miss Ella (a little over a 1 month old). Kenton will be her protector...he looks huge next to her (okay, I think he looks huge next to any baby because he IS a big boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0rDYq22G3c/ThaLt3pSMII/AAAAAAAABt8/07Aa7nBgXrY/s1600/DSC07729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626838404593496194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0rDYq22G3c/ThaLt3pSMII/AAAAAAAABt8/07Aa7nBgXrY/s320/DSC07729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the BBQ we went to my parents house to celebrate our nephews 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day and have the firework show. Sophia started plugging her ears when her cousins did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sioJIhg3peo/ThaLtmf1cgI/AAAAAAAABt0/Z8Iq3kC8NIU/s1600/DSC07734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626838399990460930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sioJIhg3peo/ThaLtmf1cgI/AAAAAAAABt0/Z8Iq3kC8NIU/s320/DSC07734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved the sparklers. I think she did both the bundles we bought all by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsl5QI3uSU/ThaLtItsx-I/AAAAAAAABts/2BiEnCLefmA/s1600/DSC07741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626838391995549666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsl5QI3uSU/ThaLtItsx-I/AAAAAAAABts/2BiEnCLefmA/s320/DSC07741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the day didn't go exactly as planned, it was still fun:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5187126120278902278?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5187126120278902278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5187126120278902278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5187126120278902278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5187126120278902278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/red-white-and-blue.html' title='Red, White, and Blue'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-fOnrXWyNoO0/ThaPMTLMeaI/AAAAAAAABu8/GCjYmEBo50I/s72-c/DSC07719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-338809991787832690</id><published>2011-07-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:29:28.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poulsbo&lt;/span&gt; fireworks is a must for us every year. We have been going for so long that we have our favorite parking spot and spot down by the water. This year we took Christine and her kids for the first time and met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; brother and his family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nUnVnAnTB0/ThaFGlccUKI/AAAAAAAABtk/MNv-fpQxVB4/s1600/DSC07685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626831132623130786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nUnVnAnTB0/ThaFGlccUKI/AAAAAAAABtk/MNv-fpQxVB4/s320/DSC07685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still waiting for the fireworks. The show started about 10:15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riGziZhxc8U/ThaD-Z-vfZI/AAAAAAAABtU/jwtChqygg50/s1600/DSC07691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626829892595187090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riGziZhxc8U/ThaD-Z-vfZI/AAAAAAAABtU/jwtChqygg50/s320/DSC07691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love holidays, but having kids makes them that much better. Sophia was so excited through the whole show, saying, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, that's pretty!" Her favorite one was the pink one (of course)! And Kenton wasn't scared at all. He actually liked looking at them:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-338809991787832690?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/338809991787832690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=338809991787832690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/338809991787832690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/338809991787832690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/07/pre-4th-of-july.html' title='Pre-4th of July'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-3nUnVnAnTB0/ThaFGlccUKI/AAAAAAAABtk/MNv-fpQxVB4/s72-c/DSC07685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5266399355457011574</id><published>2011-06-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:44:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 MONTHS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKAY SERIOUSLY...CAN THE TIME STOP GOING SO FAST??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is 5 months old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a fun month watching Kenton grow and develop. And he is a big boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During his 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month he:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continued smiling and giggling (it doesn't take much to get him to smile)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuiaaXcgGF8/Tg1LoDd1PFI/AAAAAAAABtM/CfjJCgV317k/s1600/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624234661152898130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuiaaXcgGF8/Tg1LoDd1PFI/AAAAAAAABtM/CfjJCgV317k/s320/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He continued to love his big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53BwbRAqWTg/Tg1LnVqSEEI/AAAAAAAABtE/WcMgytWCFMo/s1600/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624234648857088066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53BwbRAqWTg/Tg1LnVqSEEI/AAAAAAAABtE/WcMgytWCFMo/s320/DSC00100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He found his feet and loves to take his socks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-6AJdOI4R0/Tg1LnF6Tb5I/AAAAAAAABs8/2GQJhcOXzY4/s1600/DSC07593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624234644629319570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-6AJdOI4R0/Tg1LnF6Tb5I/AAAAAAAABs8/2GQJhcOXzY4/s320/DSC07593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He started rolling over from his back to his stomach and moves himself around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5Txz2CLqUo/Tg1KFsyCu5I/AAAAAAAABs0/CiDzCdhsHrA/s1600/DSC07582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624232971436473234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5Txz2CLqUo/Tg1KFsyCu5I/AAAAAAAABs0/CiDzCdhsHrA/s320/DSC07582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He started liking his saucer and slowly moves it around to play with all the toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcrGk8J1IUM/Tg1KFBEUZiI/AAAAAAAABss/RVtg57JZwsc/s1600/DSC07562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624232959701968418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AcrGk8J1IUM/Tg1KFBEUZiI/AAAAAAAABss/RVtg57JZwsc/s320/DSC07562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has been reaching and grabbing for things even more. He loves to put everything in his mouth and the other day he grabbed my paper plate off the table. Watch out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDondyvQYww/Tg1KE0lXGJI/AAAAAAAABsk/dbbEamT9EgQ/s1600/DSC07512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624232956350896274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDondyvQYww/Tg1KE0lXGJI/AAAAAAAABsk/dbbEamT9EgQ/s320/DSC07512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DEAR MONTH OF JULY, ALTHOUGH IT IS FUN WATCHING MY BABY DO NEW THINGS, I'M NOT READY FOR HIM TO GROW UP SO FAST, SO PLEASE SLOW DOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5266399355457011574?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5266399355457011574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5266399355457011574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5266399355457011574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5266399355457011574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-months-old.html' title='5 MONTHS OLD'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-EuiaaXcgGF8/Tg1LoDd1PFI/AAAAAAAABtM/CfjJCgV317k/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1204520128170405491</id><published>2011-06-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:13:09.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know grabbing your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crotch&lt;/span&gt; is a guy thing, but I didn't know it started this early...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy71MXXTKaM/TgwEO1bbJqI/AAAAAAAABsc/aFx8nCiCmtc/s1600/DSC07642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623874687585691298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy71MXXTKaM/TgwEO1bbJqI/AAAAAAAABsc/aFx8nCiCmtc/s320/DSC07642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' sure it's still there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1204520128170405491?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1204520128170405491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1204520128170405491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1204520128170405491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1204520128170405491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-boy-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a boy thing'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-Zy71MXXTKaM/TgwEO1bbJqI/AAAAAAAABsc/aFx8nCiCmtc/s72-c/DSC07642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1060566833793269642</id><published>2011-06-28T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:42:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3-0</title><content type='html'>My hubby turned 30!!! That is really weird to even say, seeing as though we started dating when he was 18 years old. I know 30 isn't old, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was having a hard time with it and I was having fun rubbing it in because I am still in the 20 club, ha! I wanted to make this birthday a special one, so I planned 30 different things for his 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Here they are (man the list takes up a lot of space, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;1. 30 minute massage&lt;br /&gt;2. Target for goodies&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch Cars 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Ferry ride&lt;br /&gt;5. Lunch&lt;br /&gt;6. Opened present (Mariner's shirt)&lt;br /&gt;7. Played new game on ferry&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to team store (bought new hat)&lt;br /&gt;9. Ate yummy baseball food&lt;br /&gt;10. Watched game (they won!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Road trip to Kent for softball tournament&lt;br /&gt;12. Played softball game&lt;br /&gt;13. Ate favorite snacks&lt;br /&gt;14. Lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;South Center&lt;/span&gt; Mall&lt;br /&gt;15. Played another game (left the tournament early and boy was I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;16. Crab Pot for dinner&lt;br /&gt;17. Hotel&lt;br /&gt;18. Swam at hotel&lt;br /&gt;19. Late night dessert&lt;br /&gt;20. Opened Cards&lt;br /&gt;21. 30 spankings&lt;br /&gt;22. Breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;23. BBQ&lt;br /&gt;24. Visited with family&lt;br /&gt;25. Opened presents&lt;br /&gt;26. Blew out candles&lt;br /&gt;27. Played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Corn hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bacci&lt;/span&gt; ball&lt;br /&gt;29. 30 kisses&lt;br /&gt;30. Put kids to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PICTURE HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he was a little unsure when we first pulled up because he's never had a professional massage before, but he came out nice and relaxed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTLhNiUVxRM/Tgq2IzY8LjI/AAAAAAAABsU/k8D2yT2zYSE/s1600/DSC07606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623507347075509810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTLhNiUVxRM/Tgq2IzY8LjI/AAAAAAAABsU/k8D2yT2zYSE/s320/DSC07606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MARINER'S GAME: Felix pitched and they won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjLPiCKrX-k/Tgq14pGjuVI/AAAAAAAABsM/J1Q7SaQtt3w/s1600/DSC07616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623507069436148050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjLPiCKrX-k/Tgq14pGjuVI/AAAAAAAABsM/J1Q7SaQtt3w/s320/DSC07616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CRAB POT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the one in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bellevue&lt;/span&gt;. It was a really pretty restaurant and ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GoyfUclnk5Y/Tgq0xBvNh-I/AAAAAAAABr8/0OIjwz4lgKI/s1600/DSC07624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623505839098529762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GoyfUclnk5Y/Tgq0xBvNh-I/AAAAAAAABr8/0OIjwz4lgKI/s320/DSC07624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qySuMYUOy-U/Tgq0Q_HeaSI/AAAAAAAABr0/303BBPZjgKU/s1600/DSC07628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623505288639179042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qySuMYUOy-U/Tgq0Q_HeaSI/AAAAAAAABr0/303BBPZjgKU/s320/DSC07628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt bad because he really wanted to get the bowl of seafood that they dump on the table, but you need 2 people to eat it and I'm not a fan. So instead he got his own sampler. Next time we'll have to go with people who actually like seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTR_2fE5kQQ/TgqyRCfs1UI/AAAAAAAABrc/5tygClLfxis/s1600/DSC07629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623503090522838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTR_2fE5kQQ/TgqyRCfs1UI/AAAAAAAABrc/5tygClLfxis/s320/DSC07629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOTEL STAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother got us an AMAZING deal! I was going to make it just us, but I didn't think it was fair to ask someone to watch Kenton since he still wakes up during the night. Sophia was the most excited. She loved the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maTRLS6oNNY/TgqyQyUWxWI/AAAAAAAABrU/AoILeY7z-CI/s1600/DSC07636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623503086180287842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maTRLS6oNNY/TgqyQyUWxWI/AAAAAAAABrU/AoILeY7z-CI/s320/DSC07636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good Morning Birthday Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcxjws-cr-s/TgqvO_c0eZI/AAAAAAAABqs/jZnRWguRkBw/s1600/DSC07645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499756810828178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcxjws-cr-s/TgqvO_c0eZI/AAAAAAAABqs/jZnRWguRkBw/s320/DSC07645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 30 Birthday Spankings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aklmu6QkiGg/TgqvOoVtbAI/AAAAAAAABqk/LY_YvhZqqx0/s1600/DSC07650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623499750606990338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aklmu6QkiGg/TgqvOoVtbAI/AAAAAAAABqk/LY_YvhZqqx0/s320/DSC07650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; didn't want me to do anything for his birthday, but he finally said that he wanted a family BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5SA8ZAOZCs/Tgqt93zj2QI/AAAAAAAABqc/zKLow3Yd_80/s1600/DSC07664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623498363189319938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5SA8ZAOZCs/Tgqt93zj2QI/AAAAAAAABqc/zKLow3Yd_80/s320/DSC07664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday hubby and here's to joining the 30 club! Let's make it a good year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1060566833793269642?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1060566833793269642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1060566833793269642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1060566833793269642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1060566833793269642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-3-0.html' title='The Big 3-0'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-XTLhNiUVxRM/Tgq2IzY8LjI/AAAAAAAABsU/k8D2yT2zYSE/s72-c/DSC07606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6041854429319391753</id><published>2011-06-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:13:55.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TJ's Father's Day started off Friday night when we surprised him with a ticket to play golf at the Washington National Golf Course with his brother, some golf balls, and a new golf outfit. They went Saturday, rain and all. TJ hadn't played for like a year, but he ended up winning...luck? or skill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvRmsSBXtt4/Tf9dLlubjFI/AAAAAAAABp8/JFd4k95cSJs/s1600/DSC07594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620313313668467794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvRmsSBXtt4/Tf9dLlubjFI/AAAAAAAABp8/JFd4k95cSJs/s320/DSC07594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia made her daddy breakfast in bed. We had to keep it simple because we had to go our new niece's baby blessing and we needed to be on time. Sophia made him peanut butter toast, half an apple, and some slices of cheese. She also picked out a card for him...notice it's Mader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKvS6IQcbDE/Tf9dKk6qZvI/AAAAAAAABp0/qUgf0pcdOeE/s1600/DSC07565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620313296271468274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKvS6IQcbDE/Tf9dKk6qZvI/AAAAAAAABp0/qUgf0pcdOeE/s320/DSC07565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While he ate, he opened another gift from Sophia and Kenton. My mom found white ties you can paint on, so together we stamped the kids hands on it and then I painted the stripes. I thought it was a little corny, but it actually didn't turn out too bad and TJ loved it! He loves to dress up and looks good doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5GYWZy4hvA/Tf9cmWz-ohI/AAAAAAAABps/K_cVRDkdAy8/s1600/DSC07567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312674010046994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5GYWZy4hvA/Tf9cmWz-ohI/AAAAAAAABps/K_cVRDkdAy8/s320/DSC07567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the famous trick that TJ would do with Sophia when she was little. Kenton is actually a chicken when it comes to flying in the air, but he is starting to do "the trick" so TJ is very happy! Many moms/grandma's can't handle this trick and usually can't watch, but I love it! Check out Mr. Kenton's little man outfit too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxNwrg75m7I/Tf9cl6RnPRI/AAAAAAAABpk/Fz-R5x-8GyM/s1600/DSC07570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312666349714706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxNwrg75m7I/Tf9cl6RnPRI/AAAAAAAABpk/Fz-R5x-8GyM/s320/DSC07570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the baby blessing, we went to TJ's families house to eat brunch with his Dad. It was nice spending time with him and the boys put together his new BBQ. Time for nice weather now so we can go over and use it!!! Then we headed for my house to have dinner with my dad. It is always extremely hard to get my dad a gift because he doesn't open them and use them. He keeps them nice. For example, my mom found dress shirts in his closet, un-opened and she wrapped them up for Christmas and he was "ooooing and ahhing" over them and had no idea that they were from his closet (we were laughing so hard). Anyway, so what to get my Dad that he'll actually have to use? Hmmmm...He is a nut when it comes to sunscreen. He makes sure he won't get burnt, so he lather's it on thick all over his face and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;manages to get some in his eyes. Then he walks around squinting because it stings. SOOOOOOOO....as a joke, we got his some sunscreen and tanning goggles to put so he won't get it in his eyes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LemN4tDUjI/Tf9clMbMztI/AAAAAAAABpc/1VzHmOG_f7Q/s1600/DSC07577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312654041894610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9LemN4tDUjI/Tf9clMbMztI/AAAAAAAABpc/1VzHmOG_f7Q/s320/DSC07577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am lucky to have a dad that has always loved me, supported me and provided for me no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky to have a father-n-law who raised a wonderful man with great father instincts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky to have a husband who is amazing with our kids, who loves them and tells them that he loves them all day! TJ, you are the best and I don't know what I'd do without you! To infinity and beyond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6041854429319391753?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6041854429319391753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6041854429319391753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6041854429319391753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6041854429319391753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-kvRmsSBXtt4/Tf9dLlubjFI/AAAAAAAABp8/JFd4k95cSJs/s72-c/DSC07594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1513263682229056564</id><published>2011-06-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:47:33.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;KENTON IS 4 MONTHS OLD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my new favorite picture of him. He's not smiling but there's something about those eyes that melt my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnHL8DDH2x0/TfEFopiA70I/AAAAAAAABpU/uo47w7oE210/s1600/DSC07550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616276406209146690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnHL8DDH2x0/TfEFopiA70I/AAAAAAAABpU/uo47w7oE210/s320/DSC07550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His Stats are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-26.5 inches long (90th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-15 lbs (50th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Head circumference (50th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRz-dDSucZI/TfEFoJntRWI/AAAAAAAABpM/CWaCI5am2Hw/s1600/DSC07512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616276397643089250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRz-dDSucZI/TfEFoJntRWI/AAAAAAAABpM/CWaCI5am2Hw/s320/DSC07512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am loving this stage. His personality is really starting to show. He is still a mamma's boy and does not mess around when it's time to eat! It has been fun watching him reach for his toys and play a little more. I have a feeling everything is going to go in his mouth, which means lots of DROOL! He tries to swallow his hands (ha!) and notice his tongue working the ball:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1513263682229056564?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1513263682229056564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1513263682229056564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1513263682229056564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1513263682229056564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-NnHL8DDH2x0/TfEFopiA70I/AAAAAAAABpU/uo47w7oE210/s72-c/DSC07550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1157136131102152340</id><published>2011-06-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:46:15.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the sun! It puts every one in a good mood and allows us to wear cute sandals! I forgot what Sophia's toes looked like and Kenton has never gone without socks...Cute huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Look at their color difference, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6_p9u5TlKM/TfBb4gPsjBI/AAAAAAAABpE/c8Se3BOeQC8/s1600/DSC07529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616089761617579026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6_p9u5TlKM/TfBb4gPsjBI/AAAAAAAABpE/c8Se3BOeQC8/s320/DSC07529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we went to Kids Day at the Pavilion. It focused on safety. Sophia got a helmet fitted to her head and got lots of goodies at all the different booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5YPSf2jDPA/TfBb39XnjII/AAAAAAAABo8/itwbHHfg2ng/s1600/DSC07536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616089752255564930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5YPSf2jDPA/TfBb39XnjII/AAAAAAAABo8/itwbHHfg2ng/s320/DSC07536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got to sit in the fire trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72jeCrs1n5U/TfBb3nbPjOI/AAAAAAAABo0/FBV4WN-2KWA/s1600/DSC07538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616089746365189346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72jeCrs1n5U/TfBb3nbPjOI/AAAAAAAABo0/FBV4WN-2KWA/s320/DSC07538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sit on a city bus, which she has always wanted to do (it's better with no people on it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N41B_Q2jT4k/TfBbCIFwM8I/AAAAAAAABos/uSP3NYmShso/s1600/DSC07542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616088827420488642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N41B_Q2jT4k/TfBbCIFwM8I/AAAAAAAABos/uSP3NYmShso/s320/DSC07542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we went to the lake and enjoyed the sun even more. We had a picnic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPxbl-FLCTM/TfBbBooaC_I/AAAAAAAABok/vm0m5gozI6Y/s1600/DSC07555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616088818975902706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPxbl-FLCTM/TfBbBooaC_I/AAAAAAAABok/vm0m5gozI6Y/s320/DSC07555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And played in the sand and swam in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39TUQO8v5Dk/TfBbBHxGxnI/AAAAAAAABoc/5FnBZAtE7GQ/s1600/DSC07557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616088810154018418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39TUQO8v5Dk/TfBbBHxGxnI/AAAAAAAABoc/5FnBZAtE7GQ/s320/DSC07557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBQing&lt;/span&gt; steaks at home and realized it was 8:00pm when we sat down to eat. That's what happens when the sun is out!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1157136131102152340?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1157136131102152340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1157136131102152340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1157136131102152340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1157136131102152340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-sun.html' title='Saturday Sun'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-k6_p9u5TlKM/TfBb4gPsjBI/AAAAAAAABpE/c8Se3BOeQC8/s72-c/DSC07529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4029786473231295874</id><published>2011-06-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:49:18.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDAHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plan was to head to Boise from Moses Lake for a graduation, but that didn't happen because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; ended up not getting the time off (we found out LAST minute). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was not going to let me drive alone, so I asked my mom if she would go on a road trip with me. I am very thankful for her because she helped entertain the kids while I drove. It took us about 9.5 hours with 2 stops. I think that's pretty good. And why is the speed limit only 65 in Oregon???? KILLER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K4dOakNny4/Te8JOFHbFYI/AAAAAAAABoU/F5YlaivEI00/s1600/DSC07489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615717397850428802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K4dOakNny4/Te8JOFHbFYI/AAAAAAAABoU/F5YlaivEI00/s320/DSC07489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittany (I started babysitting her when she was 4) surprised everyone and was able to come from college, so it was great to see her too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPeyoiINUaQ/Te8JNhSbgNI/AAAAAAAABoM/h2uUb31BfFI/s1600/DSC07495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615717388232917202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPeyoiINUaQ/Te8JNhSbgNI/AAAAAAAABoM/h2uUb31BfFI/s320/DSC07495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel really young, but when the girl I started babysitting when she was 2 years old is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;graduating&lt;/span&gt; high school, it kind of ages me a bit! This is Jessie, the GRADUATE!!!!! So proud of her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghhlGXZdGLk/Te8ImugjilI/AAAAAAAABoE/Bzi73rlsfnk/s1600/DSC07499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615716721766926930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghhlGXZdGLk/Te8ImugjilI/AAAAAAAABoE/Bzi73rlsfnk/s320/DSC07499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1oY9Flo--c/Te8ImDa7VKI/AAAAAAAABn8/bHv7kWjXEtU/s1600/DSC07501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615716710200595618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1oY9Flo--c/Te8ImDa7VKI/AAAAAAAABn8/bHv7kWjXEtU/s320/DSC07501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed for a couple more days and played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLEjw-tk-qA/Te8Il2SSkuI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZgBNP88BlYI/s1600/DSC07492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615716706674709218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLEjw-tk-qA/Te8Il2SSkuI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZgBNP88BlYI/s320/DSC07492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;. This was at a burger place called, "Iceberg." The onion rings were HUGE and the mini milkshakes were the size of a large anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4VATMuwuQVQ/Te8HzFy4yZI/AAAAAAAABns/uaq-XVlHdYo/s1600/DSC07510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615715834664634770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4VATMuwuQVQ/Te8HzFy4yZI/AAAAAAAABns/uaq-XVlHdYo/s320/DSC07510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a little baseball in. Trey (who I babysat since he was born) is now 14 and as tall as me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophia loved playing with him. It is neat watching the kids I used to babysit play with my own kids!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7f6UazaAwlo/Te8Hy7383GI/AAAAAAAABnk/aiwfA2NNe0Q/s1600/DSC07518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615715832001518690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7f6UazaAwlo/Te8Hy7383GI/AAAAAAAABnk/aiwfA2NNe0Q/s320/DSC07518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, and we hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tubed&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOWv07OqJs0/Te8HyXPE4II/AAAAAAAABnc/nh1LZsIvT2w/s1600/DSC07522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615715822166401154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOWv07OqJs0/Te8HyXPE4II/AAAAAAAABnc/nh1LZsIvT2w/s320/DSC07522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rutters&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for the fun:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4029786473231295874?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4029786473231295874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4029786473231295874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4029786473231295874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4029786473231295874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/idaho.html' title='IDAHO'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-0K4dOakNny4/Te8JOFHbFYI/AAAAAAAABoU/F5YlaivEI00/s72-c/DSC07489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4009109514552161975</id><published>2011-06-07T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:45:12.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Moses Lake for our traditional softball tournament/camping trip. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; men's team played and he plays with his brothers and close friends, so it's a lot of fun. I was worried about the 4 hour drive because Kenton does not like the car, but we lucked out. He slept till &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ellensburg&lt;/span&gt; where we stopped for lunch and then he slept the last hour...phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzXsydzJawY/Te5t9O7aAWI/AAAAAAAABnU/lOkAoLQPhyE/s1600/DSC07449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546684124299618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzXsydzJawY/Te5t9O7aAWI/AAAAAAAABnU/lOkAoLQPhyE/s320/DSC07449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also rented a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aliner&lt;/span&gt; trailer. I love it! Me and the kids slept on one side and my future sis-n-law and her baby slept on the other side. It's perfect because it has heat, so we didn't have to worry about the kids being cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCCS2Ge5Kj8/Te5t8pWiyiI/AAAAAAAABnM/rOut-9JeV6M/s1600/DSC07460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546674037574178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCCS2Ge5Kj8/Te5t8pWiyiI/AAAAAAAABnM/rOut-9JeV6M/s320/DSC07460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton sat in the stroller like a big boy and watched Daddy's game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daQAAd16KlE/Te5tbT6fXLI/AAAAAAAABnE/c2k1cOJG1iA/s1600/DSC07464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546101347081394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daQAAd16KlE/Te5tbT6fXLI/AAAAAAAABnE/c2k1cOJG1iA/s320/DSC07464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; pitched...his mask reminds me of a mask from a scary movie, but I'm glad he wears it because I do love his face:) I won't mention that they played 3 games and lost them all...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_0wYuv1IYg/Te5tayBmUUI/AAAAAAAABm8/jCSbED3xrks/s1600/DSC07468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546092250091842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_0wYuv1IYg/Te5tayBmUUI/AAAAAAAABm8/jCSbED3xrks/s320/DSC07468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids needed a little entertainment during the games. Aunt Hollie brought some bubbles to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNdt0RGuY1g/Te5tZ_-c9kI/AAAAAAAABm0/ByZdVdQ1M00/s1600/DSC07467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546078815123010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNdt0RGuY1g/Te5tZ_-c9kI/AAAAAAAABm0/ByZdVdQ1M00/s320/DSC07467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night we went to a night parade in the town. It was little, but neat. The kids got lots of candy thrown to them and there were some pretty lit floats, and little marching bands that played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srbf12JmRxo/Te5psC8kH0I/AAAAAAAABms/KISHLS36MsA/s1600/DSC07475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541990803644226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srbf12JmRxo/Te5psC8kH0I/AAAAAAAABms/KISHLS36MsA/s320/DSC07475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to leave Sunday because I was going to head for Boise, Idaho on Monday. We didn't want to go, so we packed up slowly and hung out for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip9r4ZqXMFM/Te5prg3TjKI/AAAAAAAABmk/0Avo-tOH0Vc/s1600/DSC07481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541981654781090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip9r4ZqXMFM/Te5prg3TjKI/AAAAAAAABmk/0Avo-tOH0Vc/s320/DSC07481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended the weekend with a "Corn hole" tournament. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; ditched me for his brother Caleb, so I paired up with Caleb's girlfriend. Both our teams made it to the semi-finals! The concept of this game is so simple, but it's quite entertaining. I want to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdaV9CADKls/Te5prLD-pUI/AAAAAAAABmc/NBClKO1mwXM/s1600/DSC07484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541975802357058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdaV9CADKls/Te5prLD-pUI/AAAAAAAABmc/NBClKO1mwXM/s320/DSC07484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another fun year in Moses Lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4009109514552161975?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4009109514552161975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4009109514552161975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4009109514552161975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4009109514552161975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day-camping.html' title='Memorial Day Camping'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-nzXsydzJawY/Te5t9O7aAWI/AAAAAAAABnU/lOkAoLQPhyE/s72-c/DSC07449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-2004739331361337842</id><published>2011-05-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:29:25.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did you know that cabbage has multiple purposes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've learned something new about cabbage, but before I tell you what it is I'll explain something first. I hope this isn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; for you, but seeing as though all my readers are majority (or all) girls I think it will be okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nursing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With Sophia I was not a huge fan of it, but did it anyway. I couldn't do it for very long because I went back to work early. I knew that I was going to nurse with Kenton because it's better for him, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt;. This time around I actually really enjoyed it. I felt very bonded with him and felt very important that I was the only one who could give him this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt;. A couple weeks ago Kenton started going backwards with his sleep (waking up every hour, etc), so I was wondering if I was giving him enough. Talking with my mom made me realize that maybe my body was not making enough for Kenton because of the "stress" or "worry" I have been dealing with him. I don't necessarily feel stressed, but maybe that's how my body is handling it. So I started the hunt for the bottle and formula (sad face inserted here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So what does cabbage do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cabbage can be used to help with engorgement and stop the production of milk. I don't have enough milk to fill him up, so it is the end of breast feeding for me (I keep telling myself that it will be okay!) Yes, I am sitting here with cabbage in my bra to let my body know that it can be done making it. I will never look at cabbage the same, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Kenton slept 5 hours straight last night, so I think he's a much happier and fuller boy with formula! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-2004739331361337842?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2004739331361337842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2004739331361337842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2004739331361337842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2004739331361337842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/cabbage.html' title='Cabbage'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5422162408698894365</id><published>2011-05-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:29:50.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Kenton is starting to get stronger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is enjoying sitting up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr4jemznbyA/TdtAVAL8_gI/AAAAAAAABmQ/D4tFdnPxNps/s1600/DSC07442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610148490391649794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr4jemznbyA/TdtAVAL8_gI/AAAAAAAABmQ/D4tFdnPxNps/s320/DSC07442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is also scooting and wiggling around...I have to be careful where I leave him laying now. I can't leave him on his bouncer chair without using the buckle. He moves quick too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GRadpQqH3H4/TdtAUeEUk8I/AAAAAAAABmI/fA2rMYNS5vs/s1600/DSC07435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610148481232835522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GRadpQqH3H4/TdtAUeEUk8I/AAAAAAAABmI/fA2rMYNS5vs/s320/DSC07435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't get enough of brother and sister pictures...What's even cuter is that Sophia asks to hold him all the time and asks me to take a picture:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAJ_iB7deGs/TdtAT7Ng6hI/AAAAAAAABmA/oEn1QSL2kVI/s1600/DSC07432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610148471876151826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAJ_iB7deGs/TdtAT7Ng6hI/AAAAAAAABmA/oEn1QSL2kVI/s320/DSC07432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister was playing cowgirl and included brother too...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt;-haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMMQ_CgTwKU/TdtATMZAVII/AAAAAAAABl4/N04wFo6UucM/s1600/DSC08151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610148459307881602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMMQ_CgTwKU/TdtATMZAVII/AAAAAAAABl4/N04wFo6UucM/s320/DSC08151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my kids and love being their mom:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5422162408698894365?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5422162408698894365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5422162408698894365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5422162408698894365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5422162408698894365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-kids.html' title='My Kids'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-Hr4jemznbyA/TdtAVAL8_gI/AAAAAAAABmQ/D4tFdnPxNps/s72-c/DSC07442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1303214133207334018</id><published>2011-05-10T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:21:55.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenton's Challenge</title><content type='html'>It's been a hard couple last days because we have been worrying about Kenton's eyes. First let me give you some background. There is an eye condition that runs in my family called, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nystagmus&lt;/span&gt;, which is involuntary eye movement from side to side, which effects eye sight. The women are the carriers and it skips every other generation. My great grandpa and his 3 brothers had it and my uncle had it. Well, because it skips generations my brothers didn't have it. I'm a carrier and we found out today that Kenton has either "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;congenitive&lt;/span&gt; motor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus"&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;congenitive&lt;/span&gt; night blindness" (which is in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nystagmus&lt;/span&gt; family). Either one he has, the treatment is the same (glasses, surgery, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month before I was due with Kenton my mom and dad talked to me about this condition and told me the possibility that Kenton would get it. They said that I would be able to tell right away if he had it. As a newborn, Kenton's eyes did not act abnormal, so I thought phew, he didn't have it. At his 2 month check up I expressed my concern to his pediatrician about his lack of locking in on objects or people. He would respond to them, but not follow them. Kenton was not making eye contact. She said that it could be still developmental, but to watch it. A couple weeks later I noticed still no locking in and noticed more eye movement from side to side. For example when people see his eyes they say, "Wow, look at him, he's trying to take it all in!" Basically it looks like he's over stimulated. Feeling that "mama" feeling, I called his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; and explained what was happening. She referred me to a pediatric &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt;. We got an appointment and of course had my dad come with me (my dad is an optomotrist for those of you who don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today was the appointment (thanks to others cancelling and letting me get in early). The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt; did different eye exercises with Kenton. Some Kenton responded to, some he did not. He also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; his eyes and told us that his eyes developed correctly and are healthy, which is a great thing. He also said that Kenton is seeing (I knew that though) but probably not as good as other babies his age. How much less, we don't know due to his age. He referred us to a doctor in Portland to do a "ERG-Electric retinal graph" on him. No one in this area does it on young babies. This test can possibly show us nothing, but it could also show us something. The way I see it, the test results are a starter point. It can be used to compare as he gets older to see if changes or what changes take place. Once we go, have the tests, and results, we will meet with our opthomologist to see the next steps. Being proactive parents, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I wanted to know what we could do to help Kenton right now. Is there any exercises we could be doing? But, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; there is not because he is so young. Do you see a trend??? It's hard to find things out on babies! But it's also hard for me to do nothing! I guess my job right now is to do more research because I am still learning about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the thing to do right now is to love him and not treat him any different! I know he sees and responds to people he knows! His smile, babble, and giggle has me hooked. I have friends that are dealing with FAR WORSE things with their children, so I can't help think, "Emily, if this is all he has to deal with, then you can't complain!" BUT, he's my baby. I want him to be healthy. I don't want him to have to struggle in life. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; reminded me that Kenton chose this life. He knew what we was going to go through, which is why I pray that he will have a strong personality. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I are his parents. We are positive people and will do what we can to help his succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s.-I can't help HATE my genes right now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1303214133207334018?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1303214133207334018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1303214133207334018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1303214133207334018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1303214133207334018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/kentons-challenge.html' title='Kenton&apos;s Challenge'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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-4177868733103020355.post-1517537037148863577</id><published>2011-05-09T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:48:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Mother's Day. I love that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel special and tells me that he is so lucky that I am the mother of his kids (he tells me other days too). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and Sophia made me breakfast in bed and brought flowers with it too. We were late to church because of it, but it was worth it. They also surprised me with diamond stud earrings! I usually have an idea what my gifts are, but this time I was totally shocked...so shocked that I just can't wear them yet. I know that sounds crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hN0En8KLuXI/TcjOPFwIGwI/AAAAAAAABlw/vHvdMOek-sA/s1600/DSC08139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604956494899976962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hN0En8KLuXI/TcjOPFwIGwI/AAAAAAAABlw/vHvdMOek-sA/s320/DSC08139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fdwOlbJpSo/TcjOOnWSf4I/AAAAAAAABlo/vjgvyKomXXM/s1600/DSC08140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604956486738542466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fdwOlbJpSo/TcjOOnWSf4I/AAAAAAAABlo/vjgvyKomXXM/s320/DSC08140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel extremely blessed to be a mom. I know what love feels like, but never knew how much I could love someone the second I saw them. It's a love that I would never exchange for anything. I love Sophia and Kenton so much and I'm learning that I am one protective mama, so don't mess with my kids, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOmjUCM5YJA/TcjOORO5NLI/AAAAAAAABlg/F9ONr52jW1A/s1600/DSC08144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604956480801944754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOmjUCM5YJA/TcjOORO5NLI/AAAAAAAABlg/F9ONr52jW1A/s320/DSC08144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, I can't forget my mom. I think I love being a mom so much because I have the greatest example of what a mom should be like.. a wonderful one! My mom is loving, involved in our lives, willing to help out with anything, and makes things fun! I owe my "mom" qualities to her! Mom...I love you! I also can't forget &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; mom. I am also lucky to have her in my life. I especially like her jokes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; will roll his eyes at the comment;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbfZjOSJ1mc/TcjON5lbPkI/AAAAAAAABlY/IRKCBDOIzQI/s1600/DSC08141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604956474453999170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbfZjOSJ1mc/TcjON5lbPkI/AAAAAAAABlY/IRKCBDOIzQI/s320/DSC08141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1517537037148863577?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1517537037148863577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1517537037148863577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1517537037148863577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1517537037148863577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-hN0En8KLuXI/TcjOPFwIGwI/AAAAAAAABlw/vHvdMOek-sA/s72-c/DSC08139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-779293068170215899</id><published>2011-05-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:50:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 months old&lt;/span&gt; already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He found his hands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His newest tricks are&lt;/span&gt;: eating his hands, clasping his hands together, and belly laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is a lover of&lt;/span&gt;: his mommy, eating every 3 hours at night, being in the Baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bjorn&lt;/span&gt;, smiling when talked to, and having a conversation:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He Hates: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEWLPFvdOhs/TcHHQXQN7RI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPQYPMgMxCA/s1600/DSC08130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602978495359479058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEWLPFvdOhs/TcHHQXQN7RI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPQYPMgMxCA/s320/DSC08130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpTvuCspfKw/TcHHQLddnhI/AAAAAAAABlI/Fi1X4nrZJAE/s1600/DSC08133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602978492193807890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpTvuCspfKw/TcHHQLddnhI/AAAAAAAABlI/Fi1X4nrZJAE/s320/DSC08133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I put a video of him belly laughing and talking with me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; because it wasn't working on blogger, so check them out there...If you're having a bad day I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; they will make you smile...pretty dang cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-779293068170215899?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/779293068170215899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=779293068170215899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/779293068170215899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/779293068170215899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-cEWLPFvdOhs/TcHHQXQN7RI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPQYPMgMxCA/s72-c/DSC08130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4925516431103477363</id><published>2011-05-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:46:00.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Swimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud moment: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia passed her Preschool level swim lessons and graduated to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADVANCED PRESCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah! She has a new teacher and is still excited about it so we are keeping her in to get more practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKwrM-dh5I0/Tb9rcW1ATtI/AAAAAAAABlA/hpK7q2dSpjA/s1600/DSC08128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602314596380593874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKwrM-dh5I0/Tb9rcW1ATtI/AAAAAAAABlA/hpK7q2dSpjA/s320/DSC08128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4925516431103477363?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4925516431103477363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4925516431103477363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4925516431103477363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4925516431103477363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-swimmer.html' title='Little Swimmer'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-qKwrM-dh5I0/Tb9rcW1ATtI/AAAAAAAABlA/hpK7q2dSpjA/s72-c/DSC08128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-2533342103015668983</id><published>2011-04-27T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:49:12.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before Easter we had a lesson on the true reason we celebrate Easter. My sis-n-law had a great kid movie that showed/explained the resurrection, which engaged Sophia and prompted her to ask questions! I love how she is trying to understand everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now on to the Easter bunny stuff...Sophia woke up at 7:30 and came into my room. The first thing she said was, "Can we go down stairs to see if the Easter Bunny ate all the carrots?" And sure enough he did, except for some nibbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHr47cSNPxk/TbiJuY_7SLI/AAAAAAAABk4/uL1ZJf94je8/s1600/DSC08103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377566712776882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHr47cSNPxk/TbiJuY_7SLI/AAAAAAAABk4/uL1ZJf94je8/s320/DSC08103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Easter Bunny got Sophia Tangled and some other goodies and he almost forgot that I had another kid, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Notice the 1 toy in his basket (I know Kenton isn't aware, but Sophia would have wondered why he didn't get anything)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsnEyo_bpUc/TbiJt4rLetI/AAAAAAAABkw/ZzMebqGrHyI/s1600/DSC08100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377558035823314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsnEyo_bpUc/TbiJt4rLetI/AAAAAAAABkw/ZzMebqGrHyI/s320/DSC08100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Kenton being part of the Easter egg hunt at our house. The Easter Bunny hid an egg on his swing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REaE3JVlmXY/TbiJtYyEyJI/AAAAAAAABko/19fRC5G3xDg/s1600/DSC08101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377549474810002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REaE3JVlmXY/TbiJtYyEyJI/AAAAAAAABko/19fRC5G3xDg/s320/DSC08101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grandpa's&lt;/span&gt; House:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tradition in the morning to gather on my parent's bed and wait to see what the Easter bunny brought. It's so fun to experience "firsts" with Kenton. His first time on the bed! Doesn't he look so excited?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvNIcE27LTM/TbiJsi56AVI/AAAAAAAABkg/emq4jj3UeeY/s1600/DSC08106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377535012143442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvNIcE27LTM/TbiJsi56AVI/AAAAAAAABkg/emq4jj3UeeY/s320/DSC08106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the famous hallway picture. Sophia and Tyler are in the ready position and Kenton wanted a ride. Ready, set, go and they all ran down the hallway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CsrZHmivcHA/TbiJsFHaFZI/AAAAAAAABkY/wpfXYeJMn1s/s1600/DSC08108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377527015708050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CsrZHmivcHA/TbiJsFHaFZI/AAAAAAAABkY/wpfXYeJMn1s/s320/DSC08108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family grew up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;macrame&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) baskets and my mom made Kenton, Sophia, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; one this year to match! Grandma and Grandpa spoiled us once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxOSW-ywGzA/TbiI5TujpqI/AAAAAAAABkQ/P6SPBudkv68/s1600/DSC08111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376654764680866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxOSW-ywGzA/TbiI5TujpqI/AAAAAAAABkQ/P6SPBudkv68/s320/DSC08111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of our baskets with our loot. Notice Sophia checked hers out immediately! I think my mom is suggesting we get to work in our yard with the gardening stuff, ha! It needs it bad though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liEBKloVl5k/TbiI5K0fkpI/AAAAAAAABkI/9UsvlpeDRds/s1600/DSC08112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376652373660306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liEBKloVl5k/TbiI5K0fkpI/AAAAAAAABkI/9UsvlpeDRds/s320/DSC08112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an Easter egg hunt at my parents house too. They hide real eggs and the kids found all 36 eggs. We always put our names on 1 egg, so here is Sophia's egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut4D4ZlQ2gU/TbiI4wmJSzI/AAAAAAAABkA/R-jW6bxr2U8/s1600/DSC08116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376645334158130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ut4D4ZlQ2gU/TbiI4wmJSzI/AAAAAAAABkA/R-jW6bxr2U8/s320/DSC08116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Kenton's egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Jr7LW_2g3E/TbiI4aALBoI/AAAAAAAABj4/e9U9HAy4xBQ/s1600/DSC08117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600376639269308034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Jr7LW_2g3E/TbiI4aALBoI/AAAAAAAABj4/e9U9HAy4xBQ/s320/DSC08117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again...A very cute bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-GKqin_8YY/TbiIKNA--VI/AAAAAAAABjo/6J1QaYj0VL4/s1600/DSC08126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375845509069138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-GKqin_8YY/TbiIKNA--VI/AAAAAAAABjo/6J1QaYj0VL4/s320/DSC08126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After church we headed over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; brother's house to celebrate with his Nana and family. It was nice to see everyone and eat yummy food. I had to get some pictures of our outfits. Our family one is at the top of our blog. Here are my boys with their matching ties. I love making ties because it's one thing I can sew all by myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtaTBEOR7xw/TbiIJrU6cSI/AAAAAAAABjg/2BCagk2MXf8/s1600/DSC08124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375836465852706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtaTBEOR7xw/TbiIJrU6cSI/AAAAAAAABjg/2BCagk2MXf8/s320/DSC08124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia wanted to hold brother standing up...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't let go all the way yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x05D6rO9E08/TbiIJC3dBzI/AAAAAAAABjY/-LvCfxrqT2M/s1600/DSC08121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375825604871986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x05D6rO9E08/TbiIJC3dBzI/AAAAAAAABjY/-LvCfxrqT2M/s320/DSC08121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she lovely? She picked out the dress with her daddy and did a great job:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lm7OSx2cpbc/TbiIIn2b1DI/AAAAAAAABjQ/T5pDbSz9qhE/s1600/DSC08122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375818352841778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lm7OSx2cpbc/TbiIIn2b1DI/AAAAAAAABjQ/T5pDbSz9qhE/s320/DSC08122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Easter with family and friends. I am very blessed to know that Jesus died on the cross for my sins and that he was resurrected so that one day I can live with him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-2533342103015668983?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2533342103015668983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2533342103015668983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2533342103015668983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2533342103015668983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-HHr47cSNPxk/TbiJuY_7SLI/AAAAAAAABk4/uL1ZJf94je8/s72-c/DSC08103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4972220767390561099</id><published>2011-04-25T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:26:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Easter Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms. Shelby, Sophia's preschool teacher invited Sophia to come to their Easter egg hunt &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sophia isn't going there now since I'm on maternity leave)&lt;/span&gt;. Each kid had a partner and Jackson was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buddied&lt;/span&gt; up with Sophia. They held hands and waited for Ms. Shelby to say, "GO!" She was tricking them by saying, "Ready set...Bananas!" Once "GO" was said, they were off. Sophia was trying to follow the directions of staying with her buddy, but Jackson was off and running, so Sophia started crying. I explained that it was okay to let go of hands and find eggs. What can I say, she's a rule follower....at least at school, ha! She got over it real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLBA4JeC1qU/TbZQQjfWl4I/AAAAAAAABiw/2JCMp2Kxxe8/s1600/DSC08068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599751432016664450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLBA4JeC1qU/TbZQQjfWl4I/AAAAAAAABiw/2JCMp2Kxxe8/s320/DSC08068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she's off to find 12 eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb5CxrOjuAg/TbZQQTHOZ9I/AAAAAAAABio/25ST2swWu3U/s1600/DSC08069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599751427620497362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb5CxrOjuAg/TbZQQTHOZ9I/AAAAAAAABio/25ST2swWu3U/s320/DSC08069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Checkin&lt;/span&gt; out their loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-BuGkVSAO0/TbZQP4mAgVI/AAAAAAAABig/zCckdIyLAbw/s1600/DSC08070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599751420501852498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-BuGkVSAO0/TbZQP4mAgVI/AAAAAAAABig/zCckdIyLAbw/s320/DSC08070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the hunt was play time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WO39OaS2eWE/TbZPHyVPDQI/AAAAAAAABiY/ksOShsWWF8c/s1600/DSC08073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599750181870308610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WO39OaS2eWE/TbZPHyVPDQI/AAAAAAAABiY/ksOShsWWF8c/s320/DSC08073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red light, Green light Easter bunny style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8EuiOBXDo8/TbZPHa5cV5I/AAAAAAAABiQ/1HcMTKD0LeI/s1600/DSC08075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599750175579723666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8EuiOBXDo8/TbZPHa5cV5I/AAAAAAAABiQ/1HcMTKD0LeI/s320/DSC08075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was EGG-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STRAVAGANZA&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday on the base. And can I tell you that I loved, loved how nice it was! I didn't want the day to end! I even put a sun hat on my little white boy and he was adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEVd3F_uHpA/TbZPG9y_CNI/AAAAAAAABiI/-78DkhoFL4U/s1600/DSC08077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599750167768008914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEVd3F_uHpA/TbZPG9y_CNI/AAAAAAAABiI/-78DkhoFL4U/s320/DSC08077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had a table where kids could get a small Easter basket and fill it with all sort of goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BaieT571QI/TbZPGWMbaEI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ww36KE1YqFs/s1600/DSC08079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599750157137307714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BaieT571QI/TbZPGWMbaEI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ww36KE1YqFs/s320/DSC08079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out how many eggs! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; the egg hunts were organized by age group, but it was still crazy. It was the parents who I wanted to attack because they were pushy, so I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; to take her on the hunt because I might take somebody out, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q22oAOcUQ2Q/TbZPGEqaRaI/AAAAAAAABh4/Fv3ZYLwPhOg/s1600/DSC08081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599750152431224226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q22oAOcUQ2Q/TbZPGEqaRaI/AAAAAAAABh4/Fv3ZYLwPhOg/s320/DSC08081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for her time to go! And once again...it was so nice that we wore SUNGLASSES! It's the small things that excite me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axbXvIDTuuo/TbZOMv3X17I/AAAAAAAABhw/KCOpWl5xW2w/s1600/DSC08083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749167595902898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axbXvIDTuuo/TbZOMv3X17I/AAAAAAAABhw/KCOpWl5xW2w/s320/DSC08083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phew! She made it out alive! I think she was proud of the what she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfNeOdyFbAs/TbZOLnUqWTI/AAAAAAAABho/Cv0VvPnJ92k/s1600/DSC08085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749148122962226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfNeOdyFbAs/TbZOLnUqWTI/AAAAAAAABho/Cv0VvPnJ92k/s320/DSC08085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is something she picked out at the table! Cutest bunny ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCQzhFuOcjM/TbZOLZfuuRI/AAAAAAAABhg/xOehK0tU5aM/s1600/DSC08091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749144411289874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCQzhFuOcjM/TbZOLZfuuRI/AAAAAAAABhg/xOehK0tU5aM/s320/DSC08091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was... EGG DYING! Of course she dyed her eggs pink and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX-A7cN0hBk/TbZOKz-zokI/AAAAAAAABhY/s2OnRA2Bp9Q/s1600/DSC08094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749134341087810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX-A7cN0hBk/TbZOKz-zokI/AAAAAAAABhY/s2OnRA2Bp9Q/s320/DSC08094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was the first one at the table ready to dye and the last one to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOXuqUztjT4/TbZOKr37kUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/YQQv81wmsHM/s1600/DSC08097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749132164763970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOXuqUztjT4/TbZOKr37kUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/YQQv81wmsHM/s320/DSC08097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of fun...Ready for Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4972220767390561099?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4972220767390561099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4972220767390561099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4972220767390561099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4972220767390561099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/pre-easter-events.html' title='Pre-Easter Events'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-ZLBA4JeC1qU/TbZQQjfWl4I/AAAAAAAABiw/2JCMp2Kxxe8/s72-c/DSC08068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-8664174484862333004</id><published>2011-04-17T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:03:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; loves to get dressed up for church and I have to admit, he always looks good, so Kenton will have no choice but to look good on Sundays too. This is one of my favorite outfits Kenton got (thank you Aunt Sarah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little preppy boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGI_UHhWTE/TaubAGSnz1I/AAAAAAAABhI/Lmmn_7oSLP4/s1600/DSC08062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596737387928997714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njGI_UHhWTE/TaubAGSnz1I/AAAAAAAABhI/Lmmn_7oSLP4/s320/DSC08062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwV6v3K-pk/Taua_4GussI/AAAAAAAABhA/2nbIWFdJO14/s1600/DSC08065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596737384121021122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwV6v3K-pk/Taua_4GussI/AAAAAAAABhA/2nbIWFdJO14/s320/DSC08065.JPG" /&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/4177868733103020355-8664174484862333004?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/8664174484862333004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=8664174484862333004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8664174484862333004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8664174484862333004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-best.html' title='Sunday Best'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-njGI_UHhWTE/TaubAGSnz1I/AAAAAAAABhI/Lmmn_7oSLP4/s72-c/DSC08062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-2233737610704521567</id><published>2011-04-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:43:23.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked upstairs and look what I found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ROCK STAR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0he5UseCmWk/TaPX-FXIasI/AAAAAAAABg4/36R3zWRpTds/s1600/DSC08056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594552623715347138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0he5UseCmWk/TaPX-FXIasI/AAAAAAAABg4/36R3zWRpTds/s320/DSC08056.JPG" /&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/4177868733103020355-2233737610704521567?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/2233737610704521567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=2233737610704521567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2233737610704521567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/2233737610704521567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/gotta-love-girls.html' title='Gotta Love Girls'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-0he5UseCmWk/TaPX-FXIasI/AAAAAAAABg4/36R3zWRpTds/s72-c/DSC08056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1059281090671962104</id><published>2011-04-08T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:08:03.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIM LESSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia is in swim lessons! She has them twice a week for a half hour. We talked a lot about it so she knew what to expect, but I got a little worried when there was a boy screaming in her class. I was thinking, "GET THAT FREAKIN' BOY OUT OF THERE!" I didn't want Sophia to get nervous because of him. She had a nervous face for a couple minutes, but she pulled through...PHEW. She did everything her teacher asked! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I were so proud. He turned to me and said, "This is why I'm a parent..for moments like these!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BlqPn1Xmv70/TZ_npZUqUcI/AAAAAAAABgo/7qC1zlbVxSg/s1600/DSC08046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443960575644098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BlqPn1Xmv70/TZ_npZUqUcI/AAAAAAAABgo/7qC1zlbVxSg/s320/DSC08046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUBBLE TIME &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4T7vN6QKHg/TZ_npHyGfXI/AAAAAAAABgg/WY08kTL7W9s/s1600/DSC08048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443955867286898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4T7vN6QKHg/TZ_npHyGfXI/AAAAAAAABgg/WY08kTL7W9s/s320/DSC08048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FLOATING ON HER BACK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCr_3Z_SujI/TZ_no7UfuxI/AAAAAAAABgY/0Gbt7Ua8r30/s1600/DSC08053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443952521886482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCr_3Z_SujI/TZ_no7UfuxI/AAAAAAAABgY/0Gbt7Ua8r30/s320/DSC08053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHE DID IT! Proud and cold girl after her lessons. Lesson #2 she went under the water and handled it good. She has been on a swim high all week. She woke up this morning asking if she had swim lessons. I told her no and she was bummed. I think we have a fish in the making...THAT'S MY GIRL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rso1I8sscVA/TZ_noUnQmtI/AAAAAAAABgQ/1KAygirUGYg/s1600/DSC08054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443942131604178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rso1I8sscVA/TZ_noUnQmtI/AAAAAAAABgQ/1KAygirUGYg/s320/DSC08054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. We got her a "Speedo" swim suit and a towel robe to get her excited too. I think it worked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1059281090671962104?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1059281090671962104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1059281090671962104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1059281090671962104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1059281090671962104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/swim-lessons.html' title='SWIM LESSONS'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-BlqPn1Xmv70/TZ_npZUqUcI/AAAAAAAABgo/7qC1zlbVxSg/s72-c/DSC08046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7434660786723606008</id><published>2011-04-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:38:50.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our baby is 2 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenton is starting to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMILE when played with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(he likes head shoulders knees and toes and clapping his hands together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ALZDuBixQY/TZlIE2a0P7I/AAAAAAAABgI/Gn_9RCAnvbc/s1600/DSC08016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591579660521848754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ALZDuBixQY/TZlIE2a0P7I/AAAAAAAABgI/Gn_9RCAnvbc/s320/DSC08016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmYNnyTLDNM/TZlIEr-hpgI/AAAAAAAABgA/Cu9w_vhatgA/s1600/DSC08019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591579657718834690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmYNnyTLDNM/TZlIEr-hpgI/AAAAAAAABgA/Cu9w_vhatgA/s320/DSC08019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is starting to Talk/Babble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCYAJ_qlXq0/TZlIEQ1WZ-I/AAAAAAAABf4/Z-VuY-Hu0gQ/s1600/DSC08022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591579650432591842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCYAJ_qlXq0/TZlIEQ1WZ-I/AAAAAAAABf4/Z-VuY-Hu0gQ/s320/DSC08022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister is also becoming quite the mommy. She loves to hold him. Kenton started fussing, so she asked me to give her his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;. She put it in his mouth and starting rocking and singing to him. And guess what? He stopped fussing. She is good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NM-UcQnJl4/TZlIDzdyesI/AAAAAAAABfw/0EeU2KvtYWs/s1600/DSC08026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591579642549140162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NM-UcQnJl4/TZlIDzdyesI/AAAAAAAABfw/0EeU2KvtYWs/s320/DSC08026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His hair is brown and strawberry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; and has big curls. And is eyes are still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both his hair and eye color can still change, but I hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUp0WeWtmvw/TZlHTRbqanI/AAAAAAAABfo/US5qxQqTl6Q/s1600/DSC08044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591578808779696754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUp0WeWtmvw/TZlHTRbqanI/AAAAAAAABfo/US5qxQqTl6Q/s320/DSC08044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is starting to fill out and get little leg rolls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5l8U4EK7SKA/TZlHTJxcCvI/AAAAAAAABfg/DmsUeoXxQsg/s1600/DSC08032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591578806723545842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5l8U4EK7SKA/TZlHTJxcCvI/AAAAAAAABfg/DmsUeoXxQsg/s320/DSC08032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is starting to cheer for the Huskies and wearing 3 and 3-6 month clothes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQRl64WUkGg/TZlHSuPC0PI/AAAAAAAABfY/9st2imVXf4k/s1600/DSC08028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591578799331528946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQRl64WUkGg/TZlHSuPC0PI/AAAAAAAABfY/9st2imVXf4k/s320/DSC08028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is starting to bear weight on his legs. He stands up really straight and good when I'm trying to burp him. Notice the little man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; he's wearing too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister had to jump in on the picture. I bet he will be taller than her one day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub1TFKLHQX0/TZlHSNurwNI/AAAAAAAABfI/Vm3SfTnzN9Q/s1600/DSC08040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591578790605865170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub1TFKLHQX0/TZlHSNurwNI/AAAAAAAABfI/Vm3SfTnzN9Q/s320/DSC08040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other things he loves and not pictured are&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- His mommy (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; boy all the way right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zantac&lt;/span&gt; medicine for his acid reflex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..he hates taking it, but we love how it helps his tummy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- His pillow in his bed that slants him up. He is sleeping anywhere between 3-7 hour stretches at night, which is WAY more do-able than the 20 minutes he used to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Being swaddled at night time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- And eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other things he hates and not pictured are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- His car seat and car rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Big burps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- His car seat and car rides (yes I mentioned this twice because he REALLY hates it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Being held high and then put down quickly (he still startles a lot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7434660786723606008?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7434660786723606008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7434660786723606008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7434660786723606008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7434660786723606008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-0ALZDuBixQY/TZlIE2a0P7I/AAAAAAAABgI/Gn_9RCAnvbc/s72-c/DSC08016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5741074455207604831</id><published>2011-04-03T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:48:30.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Jump, jump, Daddy Mac will make ya, jump, jump, Chris Cross will make ya, jump, jump!" Sorry I couldn't resist myself. "JUMP" is a place in Gig Harbor for kids. It is small and has 4 different bounce houses and slides and we got to go with Christine and kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a little bit about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-$7 for 1st kid, $5 for each additional kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- 2 and under and parents are free (parents are allowed to jump with kids)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You can call for reservations because they only let so many in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- It runs every 2 hours because they clean it in between sessions (thank you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- You can bring your lunch and there is a room with tables to eat it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WblYFh7SNE/TZjacEWSoxI/AAAAAAAABfA/Zvgvye60Uh0/s1600/DSC08011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459113118901010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WblYFh7SNE/TZjacEWSoxI/AAAAAAAABfA/Zvgvye60Uh0/s320/DSC08011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia's favorite was the slide. I recommend long sleeves because we both got burns on our elbows! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKMPn5o1hkE/TZjabum9UCI/AAAAAAAABe4/zBES3d-9Kl8/s1600/DSC07999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459107283226658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKMPn5o1hkE/TZjabum9UCI/AAAAAAAABe4/zBES3d-9Kl8/s320/DSC07999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I enjoyed it too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4eI61RiwI/TZjabW7wEuI/AAAAAAAABew/O8_LtrQp6vc/s1600/DSC07997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459100927988450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4eI61RiwI/TZjabW7wEuI/AAAAAAAABew/O8_LtrQp6vc/s320/DSC07997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the highlight. This shot was taken right before Sophia and Christine flew over the bumper and fell smack on the mat. Christine did a good job protecting Sophia and I couldn't stop laughing!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWeaHGGhmZM/TZjaa4_oJ5I/AAAAAAAABeo/CNlwGjCtHLY/s1600/DSC07998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459092891182994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWeaHGGhmZM/TZjaa4_oJ5I/AAAAAAAABeo/CNlwGjCtHLY/s320/DSC07998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the bounce houses that had things to crawl up on and through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAH7CKsf738/TZjaaVTZLFI/AAAAAAAABeg/wj4RV-Ikk7Y/s1600/DSC08001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459083310410834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAH7CKsf738/TZjaaVTZLFI/AAAAAAAABeg/wj4RV-Ikk7Y/s320/DSC08001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun to do something new and not have to pay a million dollars to do it! Check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5741074455207604831?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5741074455207604831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5741074455207604831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5741074455207604831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5741074455207604831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/04/jump.html' title='JUMP'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-_WblYFh7SNE/TZjacEWSoxI/AAAAAAAABfA/Zvgvye60Uh0/s72-c/DSC08011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5870141168819062860</id><published>2011-03-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:04:55.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Found a Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love bink&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;y's&lt;/span&gt;, but I thought Kenton would never take one. He is such an eater, that I wanted him to take one so bad because I knew it would sooth him. I went to the hospital with the one that Sophia took and he took it for like 10 seconds. So what did I do??? I bought every style of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; there was on the store shelf. I couldn't find all of them for the picture, but you get the idea. Once again, I thought it was a lost cause because he wouldn't take any for more that 10 seconds and he is almost 2 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKtImU3Sks/TY7BKUVouqI/AAAAAAAABeY/MdFMKPzOjmU/s1600/DSC07992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588616570615675554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKtImU3Sks/TY7BKUVouqI/AAAAAAAABeY/MdFMKPzOjmU/s320/DSC07992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day last week I was doing my hair and heard a sucking noise coming from Mr. Kenton. I peaked around the corner and sure enough he found his thumb and was totally enjoying it. I already have one that loves her thumb (don't get me started on that because she loved her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; too) and don't want another thumb lover. So I said to myself, "If he likes to eat, and likes his thumb, then he likes to suck." That made me give him a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; one more time and he took it for more than 10 seconds!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt;! The rest of that day I continued to give it to him and now he likes it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DRUM ROLL PLEASE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The winner of all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;binky's is&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAM&lt;/span&gt; Brand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTZiFyLlvkM/TY7BJ3xJfSI/AAAAAAAABeQ/VaMjMqzsnO4/s1600/DSC07989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588616562946440482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTZiFyLlvkM/TY7BJ3xJfSI/AAAAAAAABeQ/VaMjMqzsnO4/s320/DSC07989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Mam Binky. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5870141168819062860?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5870141168819062860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5870141168819062860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5870141168819062860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5870141168819062860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-found-winner.html' title='We Found a Winner'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-CtKtImU3Sks/TY7BKUVouqI/AAAAAAAABeY/MdFMKPzOjmU/s72-c/DSC07992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3157318269379377131</id><published>2011-03-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:40:31.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenton's Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, February 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th,&lt;/span&gt; Kenton was given a name and blessing by his daddy at our church. The blessing was very special.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made matching daddy/son ties, which turned out so cute &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks to Megan's pattern) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and my mom made Kenton's white collared shirt, white pants and Sophia's skirt. When Sophia heard that I was making the boys matching ties, she wanted something matching, so we went with a skirt. Unfortunately Sophia was in a "mood" when pictures were happening, so there is no picture of her matching twirly skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy/Son...precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0e6TC8i1DE/TXbCdIbN4UI/AAAAAAAABeI/H5a15eFIEbU/s1600/DSC1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862593905942850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0e6TC8i1DE/TXbCdIbN4UI/AAAAAAAABeI/H5a15eFIEbU/s320/DSC1323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though I didn't match, I had to have a picture with my boy! Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pttgjWI1Isg/TXbCcktOvHI/AAAAAAAABeA/aDw7bV4ikLU/s1600/DSC1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862584317820018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pttgjWI1Isg/TXbCcktOvHI/AAAAAAAABeA/aDw7bV4ikLU/s320/DSC1356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1uGPuFd9WM/TXbCcdoFkII/AAAAAAAABd4/dBMqQXzFm7s/s1600/DSC1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581862582417199234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1uGPuFd9WM/TXbCcdoFkII/AAAAAAAABd4/dBMqQXzFm7s/s320/DSC1352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the men who participated (Nate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, Mike, Mark, and my Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYQ1QkUXto/TXbBKrK77gI/AAAAAAAABdw/_NS_isxkR_I/s1600/DSC1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861177303756290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYQ1QkUXto/TXbBKrK77gI/AAAAAAAABdw/_NS_isxkR_I/s320/DSC1319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These next pictures are of everyone who came and supported Kenton and our family.  We can't tell them enough how much we love them and appreciate them coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; Nana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3z943az9uN0/TXbBKFzowbI/AAAAAAAABdo/C_l5stoUnPc/s1600/DSC1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861167273918898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3z943az9uN0/TXbBKFzowbI/AAAAAAAABdo/C_l5stoUnPc/s320/DSC1315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 Generation Picture with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-974S_Eiplhw/TXbBJyW8YUI/AAAAAAAABdg/sLl7oJXE1WA/s1600/DSC1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861162053296450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-974S_Eiplhw/TXbBJyW8YUI/AAAAAAAABdg/sLl7oJXE1WA/s320/DSC1324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnEQLELbfTE/TXbBJjBYhHI/AAAAAAAABdY/87NKD2AY2J4/s1600/DSC1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861157936333938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnEQLELbfTE/TXbBJjBYhHI/AAAAAAAABdY/87NKD2AY2J4/s320/DSC1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister-n-law Christine and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOIyuecffA8/TXbBJdbm-qI/AAAAAAAABdQ/eACVlUwLE1E/s1600/DSC1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861156435720866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOIyuecffA8/TXbBJdbm-qI/AAAAAAAABdQ/eACVlUwLE1E/s320/DSC1329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Nate and his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQu0NmxtBZg/TXa_bfy9YTI/AAAAAAAABdI/LNBfPr0d6W8/s1600/DSC1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581859267284918578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQu0NmxtBZg/TXa_bfy9YTI/AAAAAAAABdI/LNBfPr0d6W8/s320/DSC1332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best friend Kim and Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TcakH1R-s0/TXa_bA58YNI/AAAAAAAABdA/hHb5KqhEiRA/s1600/DSC1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581859258992713938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TcakH1R-s0/TXa_bA58YNI/AAAAAAAABdA/hHb5KqhEiRA/s320/DSC1335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7gLPBQcS4SM/TXa_axIzbLI/AAAAAAAABc4/dkQSiOngjJg/s1600/DSC1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581859254760074418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7gLPBQcS4SM/TXa_axIzbLI/AAAAAAAABc4/dkQSiOngjJg/s320/DSC1339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven't gotten enough of this cute boy yet?  Here's one more picture of our Mr. Kenton.  We love him so much and we are very blessed to have him a part of our family! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rOeGqz16d4/TXa_apSUfMI/AAAAAAAABcw/0Z6jfIHaJC8/s1600/Blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581859252652506306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rOeGqz16d4/TXa_apSUfMI/AAAAAAAABcw/0Z6jfIHaJC8/s320/Blessing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3157318269379377131?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3157318269379377131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3157318269379377131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3157318269379377131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3157318269379377131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/03/kentons-special-day.html' title='Kenton&apos;s Special Day'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-M0e6TC8i1DE/TXbCdIbN4UI/AAAAAAAABeI/H5a15eFIEbU/s72-c/DSC1323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-1381593159174583197</id><published>2011-02-28T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:46:05.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have always gone to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCPenney's&lt;/span&gt; to do Sophia's pictures and needed to do Sophia's 3 year old shots, but was not too impressed with Penney's last time, so I thought of my best friend who likes to take pictures for fun.  These pictures are taken by the one and only and very talented Kim Russell.  We were her first official "clients" and she did great. SHE IS OFFICIALLY HIRED! Sorry Kim, we're coming to you again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sophia's 3 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjjJVTUMlFI/TWwi5CoAbOI/AAAAAAAABcg/rc3GyN_ePnw/s1600/s%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872401757760738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjjJVTUMlFI/TWwi5CoAbOI/AAAAAAAABcg/rc3GyN_ePnw/s320/s%2Bcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pg5r3DR1OE0/TWwi4yhpWUI/AAAAAAAABcY/_8LikcQz3bM/s1600/sophia%2B%2526%2Bdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872397436115266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pg5r3DR1OE0/TWwi4yhpWUI/AAAAAAAABcY/_8LikcQz3bM/s320/sophia%2B%2526%2Bdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;  3 year old look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bEl6QtYBk/TWwi4iJX_VI/AAAAAAAABcQ/JBoL2Y5bxzc/s1600/sophia%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872393039347026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bEl6QtYBk/TWwi4iJX_VI/AAAAAAAABcQ/JBoL2Y5bxzc/s320/sophia%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vv2_-4moIT0/TWwi4aMtARI/AAAAAAAABcI/HopOc7OkW7k/s1600/sophia%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872390905823506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vv2_-4moIT0/TWwi4aMtARI/AAAAAAAABcI/HopOc7OkW7k/s320/sophia%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_YsF9HQNbg/TWwi4AiX8GI/AAAAAAAABcA/M_LulhTVe84/s1600/sophia%2Bon%2Bchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872384017395810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_YsF9HQNbg/TWwi4AiX8GI/AAAAAAAABcA/M_LulhTVe84/s320/sophia%2Bon%2Bchair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBS3LwGaW-k/TWwiDJkRCcI/AAAAAAAABb4/XDXLP4TFT28/s1600/K%2526S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578871475908184514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBS3LwGaW-k/TWwiDJkRCcI/AAAAAAAABb4/XDXLP4TFT28/s320/K%2526S1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we were taking pictures of Sophia, why not some of Kenton too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenton 1 Month Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBvEkZFQ6Es/TWwiC1GhXBI/AAAAAAAABbw/mWENbazeI98/s1600/k%2B2%2Bbaseball%2Bmitts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578871470414715922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBvEkZFQ6Es/TWwiC1GhXBI/AAAAAAAABbw/mWENbazeI98/s320/k%2B2%2Bbaseball%2Bmitts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwFCxUNWncw/TWwiCYQxUgI/AAAAAAAABbo/qQHYWqo5i5k/s1600/k%2Band%2Bmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578871462673076738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwFCxUNWncw/TWwiCYQxUgI/AAAAAAAABbo/qQHYWqo5i5k/s320/k%2Band%2Bmom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIUsT_RIS4/TWwiCGXXAEI/AAAAAAAABbg/rh12UoOo0Jc/s1600/Kenton%2B2.25.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578871457868873794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIUsT_RIS4/TWwiCGXXAEI/AAAAAAAABbg/rh12UoOo0Jc/s320/Kenton%2B2.25.11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHmOEc0Wnww/TWwiB225ZXI/AAAAAAAABbY/CUACYiesrro/s1600/kenton%2Band%2Bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578871453706184050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHmOEc0Wnww/TWwiB225ZXI/AAAAAAAABbY/CUACYiesrro/s320/kenton%2Band%2Bk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vigN-BJSKq4/TWwhktlOjBI/AAAAAAAABbQ/hXanKrqvMzM/s1600/Kenton%2Bbaseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578870952999947282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vigN-BJSKq4/TWwhktlOjBI/AAAAAAAABbQ/hXanKrqvMzM/s320/Kenton%2Bbaseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21t4FcpzQIw/TWwhkS1NvnI/AAAAAAAABbI/owreFNKUL4E/s1600/Tonka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578870945819246194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21t4FcpzQIw/TWwhkS1NvnI/AAAAAAAABbI/owreFNKUL4E/s320/Tonka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10n6DQYlTWA/TWwhkBQDKGI/AAAAAAAABbA/LKMShqj_uHc/s1600/em%2Band%2Bkenton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578870941099960418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10n6DQYlTWA/TWwhkBQDKGI/AAAAAAAABbA/LKMShqj_uHc/s320/em%2Band%2Bkenton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBeA7CTnNFM/TWwhjlDm8eI/AAAAAAAABa4/Wfv_-VPdRdA/s1600/T%2Band%2BK%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578870933531587042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBeA7CTnNFM/TWwhjlDm8eI/AAAAAAAABa4/Wfv_-VPdRdA/s320/T%2Band%2BK%2B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am one lucky girl to be blessed with such a wonderful family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTDthRprsTw/TWwhjRajMoI/AAAAAAAABaw/vJKx71PDuQw/s1600/family%2Bkiss%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578870928259101314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTDthRprsTw/TWwhjRajMoI/AAAAAAAABaw/vJKx71PDuQw/s320/family%2Bkiss%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim you rock and are very talented (get ready for Kenton's 3 month pics, ha). Thank you so much! I owe you big time:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-1381593159174583197?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/1381593159174583197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=1381593159174583197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1381593159174583197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/1381593159174583197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-DjjJVTUMlFI/TWwi5CoAbOI/AAAAAAAABcg/rc3GyN_ePnw/s72-c/s%2Bcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-8625462969840271905</id><published>2011-02-27T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:17:37.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby is already a month old tomorrow. I don't know why, but I am really emotional about that. He is already growing so fast! He is growing out of his newborn clothes and moving into 0-3 month. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some of his firsts so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is still sleeping in our room in his bassinet, but I laid him in his crib for a nap one day. First time in the crib lasted about 15 minutes, ha!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOMIHYZhKt0/TWs7Bxn_YKI/AAAAAAAABag/BJvDp1Ra0rg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617465115467938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOMIHYZhKt0/TWs7Bxn_YKI/AAAAAAAABag/BJvDp1Ra0rg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First time in his bath tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't mind it until he has to get out. He does not like being naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9sncypscY8/TWs7BRp7MLI/AAAAAAAABaY/_NMpz_j395U/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617456533647538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9sncypscY8/TWs7BRp7MLI/AAAAAAAABaY/_NMpz_j395U/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Ferry Boat Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first time Sophia rode a ferry was when we went to my Aunt Sarah's wedding and Kenton's first ferry ride was going to my same Aunt's new house in Seattle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOgBIL0FF8/TWs7BEHfmUI/AAAAAAAABaQ/PL9A5PF1Ggw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617452899572034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOgBIL0FF8/TWs7BEHfmUI/AAAAAAAABaQ/PL9A5PF1Ggw/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple shots of Kenton at my Aunt's house. She gave him his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UW&lt;/span&gt; sweatshirt, which says a lot since Craig, her husband is a Cougar:)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Aunt Sarah, I had a picture of you and him here, but it got deleted some how:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCN_qxW5whs/TWs7A2t2fTI/AAAAAAAABaI/M0BIPdaJpq4/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617449302359346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCN_qxW5whs/TWs7A2t2fTI/AAAAAAAABaI/M0BIPdaJpq4/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister couldn't be left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkKf0A8qmGA/TWs7Ammac2I/AAAAAAAABaA/taCduBy6UWE/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578617444976194402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkKf0A8qmGA/TWs7Ammac2I/AAAAAAAABaA/taCduBy6UWE/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And many more firsts to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-8625462969840271905?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/8625462969840271905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=8625462969840271905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8625462969840271905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/8625462969840271905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-firsts.html' title='Some Firsts'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-cOMIHYZhKt0/TWs7Bxn_YKI/AAAAAAAABag/BJvDp1Ra0rg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3370088696928812489</id><published>2011-02-27T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:56:12.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm not working for the rest of the school year, our budget is a lot tighter, so we talked about not doing anything for Valentine's Day this year.  No dinner, no gift exchange, etc.  But then I asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; if we could at least get a Papa Murphy heart shaped pizza and he started laughing and said, "I think we could do that!"  Oh the little things that excite me.  We actually enjoyed the pizza with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWk4W78fkrs/TWs20T4ggnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/0l63mJ11Ofk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612835746873970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWk4W78fkrs/TWs20T4ggnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/0l63mJ11Ofk/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My families tradition is the "Valentine's Fairy" where my Dad makes his famous big heart shaped oatmeal cookies and other little gifts and candy are given.  The goodies are given when the Valentine fairy doorbell ditches! Sophia got to answer the door to see what she got:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDrFL3VxZAo/TWs2fhsh5YI/AAAAAAAABZw/s5EhCXnH8ds/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612478677476738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDrFL3VxZAo/TWs2fhsh5YI/AAAAAAAABZw/s5EhCXnH8ds/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton got stuff too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-P5Kwi4-Fs/TWs2fXY-a5I/AAAAAAAABZo/LpQXjql7otc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612475911105426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-P5Kwi4-Fs/TWs2fXY-a5I/AAAAAAAABZo/LpQXjql7otc/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia checked out her goods a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxoXezzW7B8/TWs2e099piI/AAAAAAAABZg/wQJRbkFZZZo/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612466671003170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxoXezzW7B8/TWs2e099piI/AAAAAAAABZg/wQJRbkFZZZo/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton's first Valentine's Day shirt thanks to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Atizomamc/TWs2euAt78I/AAAAAAAABZY/gTbf8gbunDI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612464803508162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Atizomamc/TWs2euAt78I/AAAAAAAABZY/gTbf8gbunDI/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This girl adores her little brother! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwwrxboarkQ/TWs2eL3PjyI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7JPFWknyo6M/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612455636963106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwwrxboarkQ/TWs2eL3PjyI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7JPFWknyo6M/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3370088696928812489?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3370088696928812489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3370088696928812489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3370088696928812489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3370088696928812489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/-VWk4W78fkrs/TWs20T4ggnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/0l63mJ11Ofk/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-827932668151633894</id><published>2011-02-23T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:51:17.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me introduce you to the newest member of our family, but first let me tell you "the story of his arrival!" During the end of my pregnancy I was having a lot of dreams about my little man, but one dream stood out to me.  In this dream I dreamt that I was going to have him on the 31st of January and thought he couldn't wait 1 day so he could be a February baby (Sophia is already a January baby).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The morning of January 31st, 38 weeks pregnant, and 2 weeks early I was woken up at 2:30am with cramp-like feelings.  Not sure what was going on I went to the bathroom and went back to bed.  Those "cramps" were causing me not to be able to lay down or go back to sleep.  At 3:30am I called the hospital and the nurse advised me to take a bath to see if the contractions would either slow down or stop.  The bath did nothing, but I still thought it was all in my head because of my dream.  The contractions continued to be closer together and more intense as time went on. At 5am I called back and a different nurse told me to come in.  I called in a substitute (because remember I was suppose to teach for 2 more weeks) and called my mom to come over. TJ loaded up the car and we got to the hospital at 6am.  A nurse brought me into a little room and checked to see if I was dilated.  She had a perplexed look on her face and told me that I was already 5 cm dilated, but she wanted to double check.  Yup, 5 cm so they admitted me and took me to a different room.  TJ and I looked at each other and said, "This is crazy!" The nurse was trying to put in my IV's and blew 2 blood vessels, so another nurse came in and got it right away.  That process was probably the longest out of the whole day.  I was wanting an epidural, but had to wait to go through one bag of saline for hydration before I could get it, so 30 minutes later I got an epidural.  About 8:30am my water broke on its own.  At 9:00am my doctor came in to see me.  He barely looked at me and said, "Okay we're going to deliver right now!" Once again TJ and I looked at each other and said, "This is crazy!" I was belly laughing too!.  At 9:15am I started pushing.  I did one big push and his head was out.  The doctor suctioned his nose and mouth and told me to do 2 more little pushes. After those 2 little pushes he was out at 9:21am: 6 minutes!!!!  I know, I've been told multiple times that women hate me for that.  Believe me I feel very lucky and blessed for my birthing hips:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And now what you've been waiting for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenton Curtis Rickie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weighing in at 8 lbs 8 oz and 21 inches long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Can you imagine what 2 more weeks would have done?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1AjicBMfe4/TWXnzYB66NI/AAAAAAAABZI/xIqU_e0QhXc/s1600/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577118583378077906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1AjicBMfe4/TWXnzYB66NI/AAAAAAAABZI/xIqU_e0QhXc/s320/325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yB9fsRjabY/TWXnzHTlIbI/AAAAAAAABZA/tAeE627Pxjk/s1600/332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577118578888745394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yB9fsRjabY/TWXnzHTlIbI/AAAAAAAABZA/tAeE627Pxjk/s320/332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud big sister moment!  She walked in the room and immediately said, "Where is he?"  She is in love with him. Little brother gave her her own camera as a present to take pictures and this one is from her camera:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZt0FUu0-HU/TWXnylDI6WI/AAAAAAAABY4/xQSLZUn6vF8/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577118569692981602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZt0FUu0-HU/TWXnylDI6WI/AAAAAAAABY4/xQSLZUn6vF8/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forget the hospital beanies that don't stay on, he had to sport the UW beanie (thank you Aunt Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HiMP82iATE/TWXnyR-2q4I/AAAAAAAABYw/FtMHPQWEAbs/s1600/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577118564574735234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HiMP82iATE/TWXnyR-2q4I/AAAAAAAABYw/FtMHPQWEAbs/s320/338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kissed him the minute he was born and haven't stopped kissing him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnQq3kqtZbI/TWXnyO8LhcI/AAAAAAAABYo/VjGsdJaCSi4/s1600/346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577118563758212546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnQq3kqtZbI/TWXnyO8LhcI/AAAAAAAABYo/VjGsdJaCSi4/s320/346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia jumped up and helped burp him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvBqbcdyR0Y/TWXlSQc9FEI/AAAAAAAABYg/WtAhQeDuR_M/s1600/354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577115815385044034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvBqbcdyR0Y/TWXlSQc9FEI/AAAAAAAABYg/WtAhQeDuR_M/s320/354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia really wanted him to take his binky, but still is not a fan. I'm trying to make him like it because he wants to eat ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQqS1vSKD9M/TWXlSIVs98I/AAAAAAAABYY/502RSAQi4-k/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577115813207144386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQqS1vSKD9M/TWXlSIVs98I/AAAAAAAABYY/502RSAQi4-k/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCSVSUAo6zg/TWXlRjXwDwI/AAAAAAAABYQ/3X23UaxXhl8/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577115803283623682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCSVSUAo6zg/TWXlRjXwDwI/AAAAAAAABYQ/3X23UaxXhl8/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNttoQdKiJs/TWXlRKObzxI/AAAAAAAABYI/QJcu22l4FwI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577115796533661458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNttoQdKiJs/TWXlRKObzxI/AAAAAAAABYI/QJcu22l4FwI/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8RLZChYA8w/TWXlQw52-rI/AAAAAAAABYA/XUSxDv6-2RU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577115789736475314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8RLZChYA8w/TWXlQw52-rI/AAAAAAAABYA/XUSxDv6-2RU/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going Home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfm08HOmpVw/TWXkLw4GijI/AAAAAAAABX4/6Yc8TE7fnlw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114604318132786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfm08HOmpVw/TWXkLw4GijI/AAAAAAAABX4/6Yc8TE7fnlw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIfqlXHAPrU/TWXkLsAwWOI/AAAAAAAABXw/ulNpgYugfg8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114603012249826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIfqlXHAPrU/TWXkLsAwWOI/AAAAAAAABXw/ulNpgYugfg8/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39g2_WRrUOU/TWXkLOrEb7I/AAAAAAAABXo/2ZxwRoiKSVQ/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114595136663474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39g2_WRrUOU/TWXkLOrEb7I/AAAAAAAABXo/2ZxwRoiKSVQ/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2rYv5GdqMQ/TWXkKiBRcWI/AAAAAAAABXg/sN-zKoDUpfo/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114583150195042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2rYv5GdqMQ/TWXkKiBRcWI/AAAAAAAABXg/sN-zKoDUpfo/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready for his 1st wipe down bath. Check out his skinny legs (sorry I forgot to flip the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKSKaimMdXA/TWXkKTKA3qI/AAAAAAAABXY/SqKrJ6GW9mE/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114579160325794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKSKaimMdXA/TWXkKTKA3qI/AAAAAAAABXY/SqKrJ6GW9mE/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yah he didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6Js8KggAWU/TWXjJeklRDI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DANGKYSq16k/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577113465533056050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6Js8KggAWU/TWXjJeklRDI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DANGKYSq16k/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RA3XvjP9R6w/TWXjJP3Al1I/AAAAAAAABXI/9Xz6HXdryVo/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577113461583812434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RA3XvjP9R6w/TWXjJP3Al1I/AAAAAAAABXI/9Xz6HXdryVo/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still happy at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqsHtWXVuHk/TWXjIzHky1I/AAAAAAAABXA/s0lMPXIQ38Q/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577113453868665682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqsHtWXVuHk/TWXjIzHky1I/AAAAAAAABXA/s0lMPXIQ38Q/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSe1cDgQi0o/TWXjItcP5cI/AAAAAAAABW4/lgHQ3obaSGs/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577113452344763842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSe1cDgQi0o/TWXjItcP5cI/AAAAAAAABW4/lgHQ3obaSGs/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every night Kenton cuddles with Sophia in bed to help tuck her in.  The only transition for Sophia has been during bedtime. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568140503942026578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCSXzt1VI/AAAAAAAABWk/hPaVQsdO8tg/s320/DSC07769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCR4c30kI/AAAAAAAABWc/WSc_d8mTK_Q/s1600/DSC07770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568140495524713026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCR4c30kI/AAAAAAAABWc/WSc_d8mTK_Q/s320/DSC07770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCRuvRxuI/AAAAAAAABWU/Rgq3YX-orz0/s1600/DSC07771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568140492917556962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCRuvRxuI/AAAAAAAABWU/Rgq3YX-orz0/s320/DSC07771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCRbiZhrI/AAAAAAAABWM/uVajebnj-pg/s1600/DSC07772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568140487763265202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCRbiZhrI/AAAAAAAABWM/uVajebnj-pg/s320/DSC07772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCQ_cQDCI/AAAAAAAABWE/ig54e-IEm7A/s1600/DSC07776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568140480221285410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCQ_cQDCI/AAAAAAAABWE/ig54e-IEm7A/s320/DSC07776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY MIND HAS BEEN COMPLETELY ON THIS LITTLE GUY THE PAST WEEK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What's he going to look like?" (because I've had some pretty crazy dreams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Am I going to go into labor this time or have to be induced?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is my water going to break while I'm teaching?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is that a contraction?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Will today be the day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My due date is not until the 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;..2 weeks...yah, so I guess only time will tell! All I really hope for is a nice and healthy boy:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4194015062051047167?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4194015062051047167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4194015062051047167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4194015062051047167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4194015062051047167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUYCSXzt1VI/AAAAAAAABWk/hPaVQsdO8tg/s72-c/DSC07769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-9144471867039893187</id><published>2011-01-30T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:54:24.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LIFE OF A 3 YEAR OLD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLAYING DRESS UP ONE MINUTE (yes she asked me to take her picture and posed all by herself).  What a pose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUX5QNshwYI/AAAAAAAABV8/qDGVxH0EtTk/s1600/DSC07756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568130571263132034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUX5QNshwYI/AAAAAAAABV8/qDGVxH0EtTk/s320/DSC07756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND LOUNGING WITH HER LEGS WIDE OPEN LAYING ON MOM AND DAD'S BED, EATING CHIPS, AND WATCHING A MOVIE THE NEXT MINUTE. AHHHH THE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUX5Psle-HI/AAAAAAAABV0/Yi7hPYqDGQM/s1600/DSC07767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568130562375219314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUX5Psle-HI/AAAAAAAABV0/Yi7hPYqDGQM/s320/DSC07767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DOES ANYONE ELSE MISS THOSE DAYS?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-9144471867039893187?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/9144471867039893187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=9144471867039893187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9144471867039893187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9144471867039893187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html' title='The Life'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TUX5QNshwYI/AAAAAAAABV8/qDGVxH0EtTk/s72-c/DSC07756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-3689729242573610795</id><published>2011-01-17T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:12:41.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 day weekends rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love having a Monday off (thank you Martin Luther King Jr.): Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Spending the entire day with Sophia and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Going to Toys R Us to spend Sophia's gift card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Going to the park because it WASN'T raining or freezing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Taking Christmas lights off the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Watching Sophia ride her new big girl bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Dinner with my 2 favorite people at Red Robin and using our gift card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcM_cG84I/AAAAAAAABVs/48kCUq98-S8/s1600/DSC07749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563383924199453570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcM_cG84I/AAAAAAAABVs/48kCUq98-S8/s320/DSC07749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G-ma/pa Brown gave Sophia a new bike for Christmas.  We debated between a 12"-16" bike, but she was practically too big for the 12" already and the 16" was a little big, but wouldn't be for very long.  She rode the 16" bike in the store, so we went with it.  Well, she got the bike and then decided she was scared of riding it, until TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcMvilNkI/AAAAAAAABVk/HFPoD-rQ53Q/s1600/DSC07751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563383919931635266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcMvilNkI/AAAAAAAABVk/HFPoD-rQ53Q/s320/DSC07751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She rode it in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cold-a-sac&lt;/span&gt;, but it has a little hill, so we took her to a big empty parking lot.  She started off with wanting me to hold the back and then by the end was telling me to let go if I tried!  A little confidence and then she's off....What a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcMLEUfCI/AAAAAAAABVc/VdJUS8fWJnc/s1600/DSC07753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563383910141033506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcMLEUfCI/AAAAAAAABVc/VdJUS8fWJnc/s320/DSC07753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SIDE NOTE: I have learned that girl clothes can truly melt your heart, whereas boy clothes are cute, but don't give the same effect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT LOOK AT THESE...Are they not the cutest little sock shoes you've ever seen?  They look like vans! Thanks mom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcLghdRlI/AAAAAAAABVU/RHTZzhM_Pdw/s1600/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563383898720519762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcLghdRlI/AAAAAAAABVU/RHTZzhM_Pdw/s320/DSC07754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-3689729242573610795?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/3689729242573610795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=3689729242573610795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3689729242573610795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/3689729242573610795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-day-weekends-rock.html' title='3 day weekends rock!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TTUcM_cG84I/AAAAAAAABVs/48kCUq98-S8/s72-c/DSC07749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-5201161647068582079</id><published>2011-01-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:27:30.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me give you a little background on the whole crib set. We picked out an animal, primary colored material for Sophia's crib set, which my mom made. We had the whole animal decor, pictures, crib set from bumper pads, blankets, pillows, etc for this reason...WHAT IF WE HAD A BOY NEXT? And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;-la, we are having a boy...Well no problem because our crib set is uni-sex. That is what I thought would happen until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; found out we were having a boy. Our spare bedroom was decorated with the baseball theme (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; love) already and so his brain started ticking. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; said, "What if your mom made us a baseball crib set?" I immediately said, "No, that's why we did what we did with Sophia's!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; didn't take that answer and put a little birdie in my mom's ear. She found some baseball material that was perfect. The background color matched the walls perfectly and off my mom went. All I have to say is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is a spoiled brat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_YpkdL_hI/AAAAAAAABVM/YTtxOjDCr5I/s1600/DSC07692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561902273498185234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_YpkdL_hI/AAAAAAAABVM/YTtxOjDCr5I/s320/DSC07692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So with a little rearranging of pictures and beautiful curtains and crib set, we have our little boys baseball room. I should have zoomed in on the fabric because it's really fun. It has old school baseball hats, bats, gloves, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pennants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_YpKK2TiI/AAAAAAAABVE/kkolRuqjd_0/s1600/DSC07693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561902266441944610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_YpKK2TiI/AAAAAAAABVE/kkolRuqjd_0/s320/DSC07693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll notice the lovely baby sign from my shower...That will be replaced with a name plate once we decide his name: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Curtis? or Kenton Curtis? Curtis is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; middle name and Sophia has my middle name. Plus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is deciding how to do his name with baseballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_Yo9Y5TMI/AAAAAAAABU8/gQMvLeiTgAs/s1600/DSC07694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561902263011200194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_Yo9Y5TMI/AAAAAAAABU8/gQMvLeiTgAs/s320/DSC07694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bassinet is also set up next to our bed.  Nightly I wake up and see it and think, "oh man, it's getting more and more real everyday!"  I've officially hit the antsy stage:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-5201161647068582079?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/5201161647068582079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=5201161647068582079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5201161647068582079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/5201161647068582079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-boys-room.html' title='Baby Boy&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS_YpkdL_hI/AAAAAAAABVM/YTtxOjDCr5I/s72-c/DSC07692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-9111433489317484940</id><published>2011-01-12T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:35:52.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Three and Filled With Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This turned out to be the best day, not just because it is Sophia's birthday, but because my school was cancelled due to snow and I was able to spend the day with her and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; had a 2 hour delay into work! THANK YOU SNOW:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia woke up to balloons in her room, which she remembered we did last year too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FZZjMuLI/AAAAAAAABU0/ibtAlyQCnaI/s1600/DSC07700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561529261250885810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FZZjMuLI/AAAAAAAABU0/ibtAlyQCnaI/s320/DSC07700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; left Sophia opened her presents from us.  She was sweet and asked why I didn't get any presents.  I explained that today was her special day, but I thought that was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FZH4ToSI/AAAAAAAABUs/efhMsXAROUo/s1600/DSC07703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561529256507580706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FZH4ToSI/AAAAAAAABUs/efhMsXAROUo/s320/DSC07703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYioLXPI/AAAAAAAABUk/oOyfbYvREIs/s1600/DSC07706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561529246507818226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYioLXPI/AAAAAAAABUk/oOyfbYvREIs/s320/DSC07706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snow was perfect because I didn't have to go to work AND it didn't interfere with Sophia's day.  For lunch we ventured out to Red Robin to use her free birthday meal coupon.  She wanted the sundae, but not the singing that usually goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYfDFaiI/AAAAAAAABUc/ussgqmq6Q00/s1600/DSC07710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561529245546932770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYfDFaiI/AAAAAAAABUc/ussgqmq6Q00/s320/DSC07710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Sophia took her nap, she came into my room and said, "I'm ready to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese!"  The top 2 choices for her birthday party was either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese or Bowling.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese made the final cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYBHH0pI/AAAAAAAABUU/ulGTy4ikigM/s1600/DSC07712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561529237510804114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FYBHH0pI/AAAAAAAABUU/ulGTy4ikigM/s320/DSC07712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I usually like to make a cake that matches her birthday theme, but this year Sophia knew EXACTLY what she wanted and that was cupcakes.  She wanted pink frosting with purple sprinkles for girls and orange frosting with blue sprinkles for boys.  Oh, and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; on top and I added the #3 on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6EfQizN5I/AAAAAAAABT8/DZfFPLj3qUo/s1600/DSC07711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561528262400882578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6EfQizN5I/AAAAAAAABT8/DZfFPLj3qUo/s320/DSC07711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia had her cousins and best buddies from preschool come to help celebrate, so we had a total of 10 kids...perfect for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese! All the kids ran around and had fun playing games. Here's Mollie driving away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6EeTyyGVI/AAAAAAAABTs/PggyFeXGfs0/s1600/DSC07724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561528246093355346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6EeTyyGVI/AAAAAAAABTs/PggyFeXGfs0/s320/DSC07724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DKF6pxSI/AAAAAAAABTk/X85XGIMZnNA/s1600/DSC07719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526799259256098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DKF6pxSI/AAAAAAAABTk/X85XGIMZnNA/s320/DSC07719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are her preschool friends.  I didn't get a picture of the Brown cousins because they ate so fast and were off to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DJhkq7DI/AAAAAAAABTc/Q-kagema9do/s1600/DSC07718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526789503380530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DJhkq7DI/AAAAAAAABTc/Q-kagema9do/s320/DSC07718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes this is how she sat when it was time to sing "Happy Birthday!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  And she didn't blow out her candles, silly girl! Too much attention on her:) (so like me as a kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DJcTcJFI/AAAAAAAABTU/2_O1LNjxKcA/s1600/DSC07725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526788088931410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DJcTcJFI/AAAAAAAABTU/2_O1LNjxKcA/s320/DSC07725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents...She got some very fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DIyRmziI/AAAAAAAABTM/Zh7mJtDNlfk/s1600/DSC07737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526776806952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DIyRmziI/AAAAAAAABTM/Zh7mJtDNlfk/s320/DSC07737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the classic sketch picture from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese, but I love the look it captured! This picture says, "I'm 3 and I know it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DIi6fbJI/AAAAAAAABTE/7Ec7nvNj3mQ/s1600/DSC07747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561526772683467922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6DIi6fbJI/AAAAAAAABTE/7Ec7nvNj3mQ/s320/DSC07747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is crazy to think that 3 years ago she came into our lives.  It truly felt like yesterday and I replayed that day all day today!  Sophia is very aware of what is around her, she picks things up quickly,and surprises us every day with the things she learns.  We are truly blessed to have her in our family.  Sophia is a fan of: singing songs (making them up lately), dancing (not when too many people are watching), writing her name/letters, playing games, macaroni and cheese, noodles, skipping, being a big girl, and much, much more.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: Our little guy is due exactly 1 month from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-9111433489317484940?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/9111433489317484940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=9111433489317484940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9111433489317484940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/9111433489317484940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-three-and-filled-with-glee.html' title='I&apos;m Three and Filled With Glee!'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TS6FZZjMuLI/AAAAAAAABU0/ibtAlyQCnaI/s72-c/DSC07700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6567310670383959838</id><published>2011-01-10T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:42:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Christmas I was blessed to have a baby shower for our little guy with close friends and family.  Malynda, my friend from way back and Christine threw the shower with food help from others.  Can you guess the theme?????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BASEBALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My mom made the lovely sign)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvZJ08eVuI/AAAAAAAABS8/DHXhimi7KO4/s1600/DSC07617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776927773349602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvZJ08eVuI/AAAAAAAABS8/DHXhimi7KO4/s320/DSC07617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More cute decorations (and I didn't get a picture of the food, but it also had the baseball theme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY4TX4wCI/AAAAAAAABS0/_GQYOwXoWVU/s1600/DSC07616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776626703745058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY4TX4wCI/AAAAAAAABS0/_GQYOwXoWVU/s320/DSC07616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a video monitor:)  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; wanted one of these with Sophia, but didn't get one, so he's very excited.  Sophia and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; have already tested it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY4IXa95I/AAAAAAAABSs/9R3M5vd8wVs/s1600/DSC07648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776623749003154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY4IXa95I/AAAAAAAABSs/9R3M5vd8wVs/s320/DSC07648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got spoiled with a lot of adorable boy clothes.  My sister-n-law Hollie mentioned that everyone at my shower knew me and my style because I didn't get anything ugly and that is SO true.  No Pooh Bear or character stuff...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YYYYEEESSS&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY3haVnsI/AAAAAAAABSk/4Tf_ncPyYkM/s1600/DSC07649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776613292252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY3haVnsI/AAAAAAAABSk/4Tf_ncPyYkM/s320/DSC07649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got the sit-n-stand stroller that Sophia had to test out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we went to Target.  Sophia rarely sits in the cart or her stroller the whole time when shopping so this will be a perfect ride for her.  She has been taking spins around the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY3CDCRRI/AAAAAAAABSc/MXJfz5bSPys/s1600/DSC07669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776604873016594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY3CDCRRI/AAAAAAAABSc/MXJfz5bSPys/s320/DSC07669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and STAND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY25xtCuI/AAAAAAAABSU/e9tVNr_mv8M/s1600/DSC07671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560776602652838626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvY25xtCuI/AAAAAAAABSU/e9tVNr_mv8M/s320/DSC07671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am very blessed to have such good friends and family! I feel very blessed and we are now ready for our baby boy to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6567310670383959838?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6567310670383959838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6567310670383959838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6567310670383959838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6567310670383959838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-boy-shower.html' title='Baby Boy Shower'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSvZJ08eVuI/AAAAAAAABS8/DHXhimi7KO4/s72-c/DSC07617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6490589827247129941</id><published>2011-01-07T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:18:34.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year!!! Here's to happy things for 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We brought in the new year in Seattle.  A group of friends went to the Cheesecake Factory for a late dinner and then enjoyed the fireworks:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgOHWuErpI/AAAAAAAABSM/BiLk7Y47tDU/s1600/DSC07688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559709259509575314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgOHWuErpI/AAAAAAAABSM/BiLk7Y47tDU/s320/DSC07688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for the Cheesecake Factory we were entertained by this sign.  Good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Seattle.  This sign was made by a bum who shared a joke with us.  He reassured us that it wasn't dirty, just cheesy before saying it. What a respectful bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgOHLl9gYI/AAAAAAAABSE/ygQvO9Ef3No/s1600/DSC07672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559709256522760578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgOHLl9gYI/AAAAAAAABSE/ygQvO9Ef3No/s320/DSC07672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark, Kim, and Rachel (her and her husband had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; at the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNkRA8L1I/AAAAAAAABR8/GtAM7jBp5Og/s1600/DSC07674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559708656682676050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNkRA8L1I/AAAAAAAABR8/GtAM7jBp5Og/s320/DSC07674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris (Rachel's hubby), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNj-w63oI/AAAAAAAABR0/qr9tB1bUR1E/s1600/DSC07676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559708651783642754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNj-w63oI/AAAAAAAABR0/qr9tB1bUR1E/s320/DSC07676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was cold, but the fireworks were pretty and the company was even better.  I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNjtzsQlI/AAAAAAAABRs/-YolUN7SAWo/s1600/DSC07677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559708647231865426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgNjtzsQlI/AAAAAAAABRs/-YolUN7SAWo/s320/DSC07677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-6490589827247129941?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/6490589827247129941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=6490589827247129941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6490589827247129941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/6490589827247129941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgOHWuErpI/AAAAAAAABSM/BiLk7Y47tDU/s72-c/DSC07688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-7532766922125601216</id><published>2011-01-07T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:04:59.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We All were Excited For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Santa's spread...I grew up with Santa's gifts not being wrapped and running to see what I got. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; went with this tradition because he realized that Santa has a tough job:). Sophia's main things she asked Santa for were a pink guitar, cash register, and baby doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIP0jqqhI/AAAAAAAABRk/Jt1LYebgHxM/s1600/DSC07540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702807888177682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIP0jqqhI/AAAAAAAABRk/Jt1LYebgHxM/s320/DSC07540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evidence that Santa came to our house. The first thing Sophia said when she woke up was, "Is Santa here?" She seemed a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; because she loves Santa, but not up close. I reassured her that he wasn't here, but did come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIPnM2AxI/AAAAAAAABRc/00CL4ffG99k/s1600/DSC07552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702804302791442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIPnM2AxI/AAAAAAAABRc/00CL4ffG99k/s320/DSC07552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; a cash register!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIO0OUIbI/AAAAAAAABRU/dyRZfFmZktU/s1600/DSC07541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702790618751410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIO0OUIbI/AAAAAAAABRU/dyRZfFmZktU/s320/DSC07541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pink guitar! She jumped up and down with excitement. Those moments were priceless and made Christmas day even more special! Rocker girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIOS7GEKI/AAAAAAAABRM/69CVlMO3APs/s1600/DSC07543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702781679767714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIOS7GEKI/AAAAAAAABRM/69CVlMO3APs/s320/DSC07543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After playing and checking out what Santa brought her, it was time to open family gifts. Santa rocks and gives all the fun stuff. Mom and Dad just gave her pj's, game, and movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIOJIYNKI/AAAAAAAABRE/ifWUkCFqhFI/s1600/DSC07545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702779051127970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIOJIYNKI/AAAAAAAABRE/ifWUkCFqhFI/s320/DSC07545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's turn to see what was in his stocking. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; favorite part is the stockings. Santa brought him practical stuff in his stocking this year, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Notice Sophia is right there to help! She did that with everything:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHYh13IoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/PkcbgxVtCXk/s1600/DSC07550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701857971413634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHYh13IoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/PkcbgxVtCXk/s320/DSC07550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off to do Christmas morning with my side. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uffens&lt;/span&gt; tradition is to wake up and meet on Mom and Dad's bed. The kids are ready to go. Notice the girl matching PJ's...adorable! Those pj's have turned into Sophia's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHYG7xi1I/AAAAAAAABQ0/NUVBDKlPwZY/s1600/DSC07556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701850748455762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHYG7xi1I/AAAAAAAABQ0/NUVBDKlPwZY/s320/DSC07556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in the hallway waiting to run down and see what we got! (And yes, I still run!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHX3W5oQI/AAAAAAAABQs/dCJcxMTsQrY/s1600/DSC07559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701846567264514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHX3W5oQI/AAAAAAAABQs/dCJcxMTsQrY/s320/DSC07559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia got loaded up! She got her Baby Alive. She was very particular and pointed to this baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we were in a store. This baby laughs, eats, drinks, and poos. Little did I know that I will be changing 2 diapers next month, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! This baby will give Sophia lots of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHXsB7ahI/AAAAAAAABQk/QUxgApUwHFw/s1600/DSC07568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701843526511122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHXsB7ahI/AAAAAAAABQk/QUxgApUwHFw/s320/DSC07568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to drink...What a good mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHXMeeFwI/AAAAAAAABQc/Ui2pwWgj64A/s1600/DSC07573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701835056289538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgHXMeeFwI/AAAAAAAABQc/Ui2pwWgj64A/s320/DSC07573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our day was not over.  We went over to celebrate with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; Dad side and then back to my parents house for dinner.  We are truly grateful for both our families and for everything they do for us, but we were all ready for bed at the end of the night!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-7532766922125601216?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/7532766922125601216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=7532766922125601216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7532766922125601216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/7532766922125601216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-we-all-were-excited-for.html' title='The Day We All were Excited For...'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgIP0jqqhI/AAAAAAAABRk/Jt1LYebgHxM/s72-c/DSC07540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-4985212684191149470</id><published>2011-01-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:34:07.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent Christmas with TJ's Mom's side of the family at his Aunt Kathy's house.  Her house is on Kitsap Lake and beautiful!  Alyssa, TJ, Jason, Kevin, and Caleb had a brilliant idea of jumping into the lake after dinner.  Mind you, it was raining and freezing cold.  The best part is that TJ squeezed into his cousin Alyssa's basketball shorts.  Look how tiny she is, haha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCI6s7jaI/AAAAAAAABQU/HZqKBdsJY0w/s1600/DSC07520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696092208795042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCI6s7jaI/AAAAAAAABQU/HZqKBdsJY0w/s320/DSC07520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the shin-dig  we went over to Grandma/pa Brown's house to do Christmas with just the immediate family.  All the kids were excited and Sophia waited patiently for it to be her turn to open the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCId4LRVI/AAAAAAAABQM/xveWi-ZRFCY/s1600/DSC07521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696084471334226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCId4LRVI/AAAAAAAABQM/xveWi-ZRFCY/s320/DSC07521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What could it be???  I think she was the daintiest gift opener;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCIFYawWI/AAAAAAAABQE/OHlAmelRiVI/s1600/DSC07524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696077895680354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCIFYawWI/AAAAAAAABQE/OHlAmelRiVI/s320/DSC07524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last surprise of the night was for the girls.  They both got new bikes!  This is Sophia's first big girl bike with training wheels.  She's getting more comfortable on it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCHrsDNfI/AAAAAAAABP8/1k6umTY2X2I/s1600/DSC07531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696070998701554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCHrsDNfI/AAAAAAAABP8/1k6umTY2X2I/s320/DSC07531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 10pm we finally made it back to our house.  Sophia set up Santa's plate of cookies, milk, and big carrots for the reindeer. And yes, they had to be big carrots!  Notice the attack dog protecting Santa's plate.  We got that dog during the white elephant gift exchange at Kathy's house. I think we scored!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCG42VpwI/AAAAAAAABP0/hmO6w0PpffI/s1600/DSC07539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696057351644930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCG42VpwI/AAAAAAAABP0/hmO6w0PpffI/s320/DSC07539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sophia took awhile to fall asleep that night, but then Santa got to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177868733103020355-4985212684191149470?l=thebrownlineup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/feeds/4985212684191149470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177868733103020355&amp;postID=4985212684191149470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4985212684191149470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177868733103020355/posts/default/4985212684191149470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownlineup.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Em and TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104258723000537857</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/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TSgCI6s7jaI/AAAAAAAABQU/HZqKBdsJY0w/s72-c/DSC07520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177868733103020355.post-6864504968070044131</id><published>2010-12-23T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:42:49.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Week Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAKING COOKIES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TRQ_xaTUzeI/AAAAAAAABPs/slahIxIx0yU/s1600/DSC07495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554134358561181154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TRQ_xaTUzeI/AAAAAAAABPs/slahIxIx0yU/s320/DSC07495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SWIMMING AT THE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAINBRIDGE&lt;/span&gt; POOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TRQ_wzh4y1I/AAAAAAAABPk/8Q8ROH6RBio/s1600/DSC07505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554134348153277266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfvRzCdMkHA/TRQ_wzh4y1I/AAAAAAAABPk/8Q8ROH6RBio/s
