<?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-1434747502468359848</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:43:06.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Dozen Vosses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-137766432110454305</id><published>2012-01-25T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:43:06.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beloved Nanuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On August 21, 1998, a litter of Siberian Husky puppies was born in Texas. Little did I know, how much one of the females in that litter would play such a big part in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy's birthday is October 2. For his birthday, 13 years ago, he decided he wanted a puppy. I was going to go to the pound and get him a cute puppy. My first dog was a "pound puppy" and was a great dog! But before I had a chance to go to the pound, he found a litter of Siberian Husky puppies and bought one. He said he has always wanted a Siberian Husky and wanted to name her Nanuk (pronounced nan-nook).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_kTpsRwAbk/TxOfEwvxH3I/AAAAAAAACrA/uET3BZyTyLk/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_kTpsRwAbk/TxOfEwvxH3I/AAAAAAAACrA/uET3BZyTyLk/s320/1.JPG" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy's roommate went with Jeremy and bought one of Nanuk's brothers. He named him Akala. (pronounced ah-kah-la). Akala is on the left and Nanuk is on the right. They were the BEST of friends!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeWMTYeeoWE/TxOieGLKNPI/AAAAAAAACxo/3kVjoNPD9R8/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeWMTYeeoWE/TxOieGLKNPI/AAAAAAAACxo/3kVjoNPD9R8/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you have never had to house break a puppy, you may not know how it is done. At night, Nanuk and Akala would sleep in this wooden box. In the morning, Jeremy would let them outside to go to the bathroom. A dog will not go to the bathroom where it sleeps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4v7tXcito8k/TxOlLFrrkhI/AAAAAAAACxw/yLdhUn74o9k/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4v7tXcito8k/TxOlLFrrkhI/AAAAAAAACxw/yLdhUn74o9k/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk (right) and Akala (left) were inseparable!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They looked alot alike, too. Nanuk had a little bit more black under her eyes than Akala. Nanuk also had more pink on her nose than Akala. In the winter months, her pink nose became more pink and turned more black in the spring and summer months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjmaPDOBZxk/TxOm1wziXnI/AAAAAAAACx4/drh9uX0yI4g/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjmaPDOBZxk/TxOm1wziXnI/AAAAAAAACx4/drh9uX0yI4g/s320/4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk on the left and Akala on the right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUPgKxYwmcg/TxOm4-GZdcI/AAAAAAAACyA/6NMx9x649Xg/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUPgKxYwmcg/TxOm4-GZdcI/AAAAAAAACyA/6NMx9x649Xg/s320/5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy had a friend who had a chocolate lab puppy, named Tendry. Her landlord was building a new fence and Tendry needed a place to live for a little while. So, Jeremy said she could live with Nanuk and Akala for awhile. Nanuk wasn't too fond of that. But she dealt with it. I honestly think Tendry was the reason Nanuk grew to hate Labs! When she was older, she could just look out the window and see a Lab outside and her fur would stand up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_vdu8gUICU/TxOm7yxCx8I/AAAAAAAACyI/drdRpId8ngg/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_vdu8gUICU/TxOm7yxCx8I/AAAAAAAACyI/drdRpId8ngg/s320/6.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk (with her head up), Akala (behind her), and Tendry (in the back) all curled up to stay warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynfGt554GpU/TxOoDOZKMDI/AAAAAAAACyg/bsc-qrxbJeI/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynfGt554GpU/TxOoDOZKMDI/AAAAAAAACyg/bsc-qrxbJeI/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy and I went to visit his parents one weekend, where they lived south of Houston. We took Nanuk with us. Jeremy's dad had a small pond out back with goldfish in it. Nanuk liked to stand in the pond and watch them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sr5wHSnv1lU/TxOoJ1twP1I/AAAAAAAACyo/oTl4ZGmQhHI/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sr5wHSnv1lU/TxOoJ1twP1I/AAAAAAAACyo/oTl4ZGmQhHI/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy loving Nanuk. Nanuk was the best Siberian Husky. She put up with so much. She would let us do just about anything to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn1YbyivbSw/TxOfnKwOKKI/AAAAAAAACsI/DwwtJKqpV1I/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn1YbyivbSw/TxOfnKwOKKI/AAAAAAAACsI/DwwtJKqpV1I/s320/10.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rub my belly!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYr1tOI1cls/TxQ2AF0my3I/AAAAAAAACzI/amuSwiMHGo4/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYr1tOI1cls/TxQ2AF0my3I/AAAAAAAACzI/amuSwiMHGo4/s320/13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shortly after Jeremy and I got married, Jeremy's roommate (who owned Akala) was going to move to another town and live in an apartment, so Akala came to live with us and Nanuk. One day, I looked out the window and saw Nanuk and Akala like this...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WgUH1l0Xk4U/TxOfu9SuOlI/AAAAAAAACsY/8kzBHr8qpWg/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WgUH1l0Xk4U/TxOfu9SuOlI/AAAAAAAACsY/8kzBHr8qpWg/s320/14.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't know, Siberian Huskies are very prey oriented when it comes to other small animals. But they are the friendliest dogs towards humans. They say if you want a watch dog, don't get a Siberian Husky because they will show the robber the goods. Anyway, I looked up in the tree to see what they were so interested in. It was a squirrel. I watched for a little while. The squirrel was trapped! If it came down the tree, Nanuk and Akala would end its life. If it tried to get away on the nearby telephone wire, a blue jay dive bombed it. I watched this scene for a few minutes because it was quite humorous. But then I had mercy on the squirrel and brought Nanuk and Akala inside so the poor squirrel could escape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk had this toy that she LOVED! But the problem with having a brother, is that he wanted to play with it, too. I guess Nanuk had had enough one day and she decided to tear up her toy and destroy it so much that Akala could no longer play with it. It was pretty funny that a dog would do something like that! She made the ultimate sacrifice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW2peDWg2N4/TxQ211oG3_I/AAAAAAAACzo/hYWy-Cc64yw/s1600/15a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW2peDWg2N4/TxQ211oG3_I/AAAAAAAACzo/hYWy-Cc64yw/s320/15a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was one of our trips to see Grandma and Grandpa, aka Jeremy's parents. It was about a 7-8 hour drive. Nanuk was so good to take what little space Mocha left her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM2fSoT1Tg8/TxQ25TfEOEI/AAAAAAAACzw/CH57PR1XWdM/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM2fSoT1Tg8/TxQ25TfEOEI/AAAAAAAACzw/CH57PR1XWdM/s320/16.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One summer,&amp;nbsp;Jeremy and I and some friends spent alot of weekends rock climbing. We got this pack for Nanuk to wear so she could help us carry our climbing equipment. We thought we'd test it out with our friend's Basset Hound puppy, Bubba. Nanuk loved other dogs, EXCEPT Labs! So, she didn't mind carrying around little Bubba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZdbgwitOg/TxQ40SrTniI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ELhC161gtIM/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZdbgwitOg/TxQ40SrTniI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ELhC161gtIM/s320/17.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Nanuk chillin' with our friend's Rottweiler puppy, Bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPhQPREaNug/TxQ6JMUfm-I/AAAAAAAAC0o/5KRXVFjSWqw/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPhQPREaNug/TxQ6JMUfm-I/AAAAAAAAC0o/5KRXVFjSWqw/s320/18.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's funny, or rather interesting, where a dog decides to lay. Nanuk liked the curtains. Please note, these curtains came with our house and we did eventually buy more modern ones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWB18N5dAtM/TxQ6MDOiCLI/AAAAAAAAC0w/sPekg9Vieow/s1600/19a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWB18N5dAtM/TxQ6MDOiCLI/AAAAAAAAC0w/sPekg9Vieow/s320/19a.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSXnJyqrcM/TxQ6O0ppziI/AAAAAAAAC04/7clVYZB6TSA/s1600/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSXnJyqrcM/TxQ6O0ppziI/AAAAAAAAC04/7clVYZB6TSA/s320/20.JPG" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBg5Ji93l6c/TxQ6RovcioI/AAAAAAAAC1A/BKaXGlRbvTE/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBg5Ji93l6c/TxQ6RovcioI/AAAAAAAAC1A/BKaXGlRbvTE/s320/21.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the weekends that we went rock climbing, we took Nanuk and &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hardest-decision-of-my-lifeever.html"&gt;Mocha&lt;/a&gt;. After all, we did buy Nanuk a pack so she could help us carry our climbing equipment. Nanuk and Mocha were just watching us, enjoying being outdoors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xR2h2EUKLKQ/TxOgKGG3a3I/AAAAAAAACtY/6ewZjOJSAD8/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xR2h2EUKLKQ/TxOgKGG3a3I/AAAAAAAACtY/6ewZjOJSAD8/s320/22.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had taken the actual pack off Nanuk, and the saddle part of the pack was still on her here. Nanuk was a good "helper" going down the narrow trail, but coming back up, her pack bumped up against something and got caught. This scared her, so Jeremy ended up carrying her up the trail. No biggie, just a 50 lb Siberian Husky, plus about 25 lbs of climbing equipment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8c6E8A4cd0/TxQ7aMtE1PI/AAAAAAAAC1o/1I_XpsM_-_k/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8c6E8A4cd0/TxQ7aMtE1PI/AAAAAAAAC1o/1I_XpsM_-_k/s320/23.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Christmas, we got the dogs a rawhide bucket of chews. Nanuk had claimed the bucket as hers. I guess with three other Siberian Huskies around, you gotta stake your claim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cGAjXXHMpQ/TxQ7dPloweI/AAAAAAAAC1w/2ZrncQYAWx0/s1600/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cGAjXXHMpQ/TxQ7dPloweI/AAAAAAAAC1w/2ZrncQYAWx0/s320/24.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk was a beautiful Siberian Husky! She had the typical markings that Siberian Huskies have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ugywziNmg/TxQ7eNHH08I/AAAAAAAAC14/BBIwU0_JMCs/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ugywziNmg/TxQ7eNHH08I/AAAAAAAAC14/BBIwU0_JMCs/s320/25.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another picture that shows off her beauty! She was a model, not only in looks but personality. Nanuk had the best temperment. She was very patient. She was very well behaved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jjFpT0Ty3U/TxQ7gkQ-oUI/AAAAAAAAC2A/GOgS1IeAxhQ/s1600/27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jjFpT0Ty3U/TxQ7gkQ-oUI/AAAAAAAAC2A/GOgS1IeAxhQ/s320/27.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loved her expression! She was very gentle. But she had a way of looking up with only her eyes, which could be intimidating if you didn't know her and know that she was harmless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCdnnnPKh_Y/TxOgaaGxQNI/AAAAAAAACuA/aZrCWj3Acjc/s1600/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCdnnnPKh_Y/TxOgaaGxQNI/AAAAAAAACuA/aZrCWj3Acjc/s320/28.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laying on her mat, with a rope chew. It seemed that if she knew you were trying to take her picture, she would look at you, even if she was really tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-au8zi-58aYw/TxQ8nrl01EI/AAAAAAAAC2o/thbIdeerrzE/s1600/29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-au8zi-58aYw/TxQ8nrl01EI/AAAAAAAAC2o/thbIdeerrzE/s320/29.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought this picture was kinda funny. It looks kind of creepy with Nanuk "sneaking" up on &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2010/05/rip-cyu.html"&gt;Cyu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(pronounced "Kie-you"), but she wasn't sneaking at all. She loved him. She was just checking out what he was doing in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colocasia"&gt;elephant ear plants&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0JrZdvxC4s/TxQ8rGTYeYI/AAAAAAAAC2w/F7J0SdW8tz8/s1600/32.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0JrZdvxC4s/TxQ8rGTYeYI/AAAAAAAAC2w/F7J0SdW8tz8/s320/32.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another beautiful picture of Nanuk. This was a perfect pose. Do you know what she was doing? We had our Siberian Huskies trained to not come out into the garage. Garages typically have chemicals in them and other stuff that is harmful to dogs. Our garage was typical. Our Siberian Huskies knew they weren't supposed to come out in the garage. So, we could go out there and leave the door open and they would not follow. They would just wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3tT3n422zM/TxQ8tKFjYSI/AAAAAAAAC24/Okx3LLYeHxc/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3tT3n422zM/TxQ8tKFjYSI/AAAAAAAAC24/Okx3LLYeHxc/s320/33.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We live in Texas. If you don't know, it doesn't snow very often in Texas. The part of Texas that we live in, usually gets snow about once a year. Nanuk was born in Texas. She only knew what little snow we got. I LOVED capturing pictures of our Siberian Huskies in the snow! Mocha is the red Siberian Husky and Nanuk is the black one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSxn78v8_9U/TxQ8yzVgp6I/AAAAAAAAC3A/HqIq49XJx5o/s1600/34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSxn78v8_9U/TxQ8yzVgp6I/AAAAAAAAC3A/HqIq49XJx5o/s320/34.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is one of my FAVORITE pictures of Nanuk! Beautiful AND in the snow!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWKdZndpUDE/TxOgrR9-xMI/AAAAAAAACuo/9cDUQB4Cx9U/s1600/35.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWKdZndpUDE/TxOgrR9-xMI/AAAAAAAACuo/9cDUQB4Cx9U/s320/35.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought it was cool that you could see the snowflakes on her fur. And as I said before, her nose is more pink, because it is winter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJ_o6odN8o/TxQ9kBF1BCI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/yPGJnSFMNGI/s1600/35a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJ_o6odN8o/TxQ9kBF1BCI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/yPGJnSFMNGI/s320/35a.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It appears that Nanuk was stuck, but that is not the case. She fell asleep like this!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgM20O2q7eo/TxQ9mwzFqdI/AAAAAAAAC3g/BAQj4hphEvc/s1600/36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgM20O2q7eo/TxQ9mwzFqdI/AAAAAAAAC3g/BAQj4hphEvc/s320/36.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Siberian Huskies were our children before we had human children. We took Nanuk and Cyu to see Santa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5h08Ed41Eg/TxOg10PtBrI/AAAAAAAACvA/vHc7S6Yud0o/s1600/37.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5h08Ed41Eg/TxOg10PtBrI/AAAAAAAACvA/vHc7S6Yud0o/s320/37.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in February, we took Nanuk and Cyu to the Fur Ball. This is an annual event for dogs and their owners, benefiting &lt;a href="http://www.rescuetheanimalsspca.org/"&gt;Rescue the Animals&lt;/a&gt;. We always chose Nanuk and Cyu, out of our four Siberian Huskies because they were the two that were the best behaved. Mocha had been abused or neglected before we got her and was scared of people she didn't know, especially men. Tymbre was, well, we will just say "too energetic".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByrX_ABHO1E/TxQ_mqSROdI/AAAAAAAAC4I/EOcWoxilLiE/s1600/37a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByrX_ABHO1E/TxQ_mqSROdI/AAAAAAAAC4I/EOcWoxilLiE/s320/37a.JPG" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk was our Alpha female. In the dog world, there is an Alpha male and an Alpha female. We had three females and one male. Cyu was our only male, so there wasn't really any competing for the Alpha male position. Plus, I don't really think Cyu cared. Nanuk is eating and Cyu is waiting his turn, laying as close to the food as he can, without Nanuk fussing at him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvnYETtMjgw/TxRAIKdEkLI/AAAAAAAAC4o/mV5fr9MC69k/s1600/38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvnYETtMjgw/TxRAIKdEkLI/AAAAAAAAC4o/mV5fr9MC69k/s320/38.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk had this bone she was chewing on. Tymbre wanted it...but she knew better than to try to take it from Nanuk...so she laid very close...and Nanuk just kind of ignored her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsr0Mjyxbqo/TxQ_teosWDI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/iy05i0m1R9Y/s1600/39.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsr0Mjyxbqo/TxQ_teosWDI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/iy05i0m1R9Y/s320/39.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tymbre laid there for quite some time, waiting as patiently as she could for Nanuk to tire of the bone. But she just couldn't stand it any longer and got really brave! I LOVE Nanuk's expression looking at Tymbre, trying to get the bone!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAK5Cmd9yYA/TxQ_yqhNJMI/AAAAAAAAC4g/umXN_IBzSO4/s1600/40.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAK5Cmd9yYA/TxQ_yqhNJMI/AAAAAAAAC4g/umXN_IBzSO4/s320/40.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't remember exactly how Tymbre got the bone, but she did. Perhaps, Nanuk, being the sweet dog she was, finally just let Tymbre have the bone. Nanuk was probably tired of chewing on it and didn't figure it was worth fussing at Tymbre for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAmwK8KDYGQ/TxOhK5RA8mI/AAAAAAAACvo/jZE13NJzd_Q/s1600/41.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAmwK8KDYGQ/TxOhK5RA8mI/AAAAAAAACvo/jZE13NJzd_Q/s320/41.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought it funny that Nanuk fell asleep with her tongue sticking out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBYiKfOONcM/TxRBD11LrMI/AAAAAAAAC44/KTuMd8G1cFg/s1600/43.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBYiKfOONcM/TxRBD11LrMI/AAAAAAAAC44/KTuMd8G1cFg/s320/43.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk was the most patient dog! She would let us do pretty much anything to her and wouldn't complain. We dressed her in a camouflage shirt sometimes. I am guessing from this picture that she wasn't too happy about it. She didn't want to look at the camera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZalRMvw6yc/TxOhRmeoCyI/AAAAAAAACv4/Jlbv9hjp4-g/s1600/44.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZalRMvw6yc/TxOhRmeoCyI/AAAAAAAACv4/Jlbv9hjp4-g/s320/44.JPG" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wearing ear warmers that I put on her. She also doesn't look very thrilled, but she didn't do anything about it. She just laid there and wore it until I took it off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uV6MeNoBJ9g/TxRB1Is9AHI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/U03R3Wz0kQw/s1600/45.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uV6MeNoBJ9g/TxRB1Is9AHI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/U03R3Wz0kQw/s320/45.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another picture to show Nanuk's patience. I dumped a basket of clean towels on her. Once again, she just laid there. She was such a good dog with the best temperament!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2faEIPIXiP0/TxRB4ne-anI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/J4qpaA82YMs/s1600/46.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2faEIPIXiP0/TxRB4ne-anI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/J4qpaA82YMs/s320/46.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanuk wearing a Santa hat. She may not have looked happy about it, but she wore it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRRGJL9uueg/TxOhbZQMvmI/AAAAAAAACwQ/m0PDjq6vH48/s1600/47.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRRGJL9uueg/TxOhbZQMvmI/AAAAAAAACwQ/m0PDjq6vH48/s320/47.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We found this sun hat at our house. The lady who lived there before us must have left it. &amp;nbsp;But it seemed to fit on Nanuk's head. I can thank that lady for this wonderful picture of Nanuk. I love Nanuk's disgusted expression!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brUaFzc8xlo/TxOhjQb-4qI/AAAAAAAACwg/AbUpmA_Ez58/s1600/48.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brUaFzc8xlo/TxOhjQb-4qI/AAAAAAAACwg/AbUpmA_Ez58/s320/48.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Thanksgiving, Nanuk seemed to be paying alot of attention to what was going on. She watched as we carved the turkey. This picture was captured at just the right moment. This is one of the funniest pictures!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSvqkgcKIZs/TxRDF2mDNBI/AAAAAAAAC6A/DfCQQFa-iOY/s1600/49.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSvqkgcKIZs/TxRDF2mDNBI/AAAAAAAAC6A/DfCQQFa-iOY/s320/49.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't know alot about Siberian Huskies, they curl up in a ball and tuck their nose under their tail to keep it warm. Nanuk was probably not cold, since she was inside, but this is what it looks like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hne-gn3A0iA/TxRDIhkt5wI/AAAAAAAAC6I/st66cK1gpqo/s1600/50.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hne-gn3A0iA/TxRDIhkt5wI/AAAAAAAAC6I/st66cK1gpqo/s320/50.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know there are ALOT of pictures in this post, but Nanuk was such a beautiful Siberian Husky. Believe it or not, I did weed out some of the pictures. It was really hard to eliminate some of them. Here are a few more pictures to enjoy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvMiKZg5z_I/TxRDOFi369I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/kt8ubzFvBIk/s1600/51.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvMiKZg5z_I/TxRDOFi369I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/kt8ubzFvBIk/s320/51.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a19HZQHomGY/TxRDSR7vddI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/XcqlHD73170/s1600/52.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a19HZQHomGY/TxRDSR7vddI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/XcqlHD73170/s320/52.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one was one of Jeremy's favorites. She was laying in the sunshine from the window and it made her black fur look gray. Really cool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54QIQSaql7w/TxOh5j1hMEI/AAAAAAAACxM/DYRRK-nfWBU/s1600/53.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54QIQSaql7w/TxOh5j1hMEI/AAAAAAAACxM/DYRRK-nfWBU/s320/53.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peeking over the back of the couch with her beautiful blue eyes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE-HvS7umSY/TxRNfvg4LZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/awU4rYQOsnU/s1600/54.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE-HvS7umSY/TxRNfvg4LZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/awU4rYQOsnU/s320/54.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the past several months, Nanuk has had a hard time walking. She was 13 years old. Siberian Huskies typically live 10 - 12 years. They love to dig holes and sometimes they lay in them. If you have never seen a hole dug by a Siberian Husky, they can be pretty deep. Nanuk seemed to get stuck in them quite frequently. She just didn't have enough strength to get out of the hole. I don't know if she had arthritis or if she possibly had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_dysplasia_%28canine%29"&gt;hip dysplasia&lt;/a&gt;. Regardless of the reason, she could barely walk. She never complained about it. She just tried her hardest to get to her food bowl or her water bowl. For months, I said that we needed to put her down because of this. Also, she had an infection on her ear, which eventually spread to the foot that she scratched it with. However, each time I mentioned putting her to sleep, I said that I didn't want to be the one to do it because of how hard it was with Mocha. I didn't want to go through &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hardest-decision-of-my-lifeever.html"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; again. I kept telling Jeremy that he would have to be the one to do it. However, he was not doing it. Finally, I laid down the law and told Jeremy he had to do it. Nanuk had suffered enough. She needed to go home, to Heaven and be with Mocha and Cyu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On Tuesday, December 13, 2012, we put Nanuk out of her misery. She is missed, but I feel good about this decision because it was obvious that she was suffering. She was old. She had lived her life. We needed to set her free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are not trying to find another dog to replace Nanuk. It would be tough to find another dog, let alone a Siberian Husky, exactly like Nanuk. We do still have one of our four Siberian Huskies left. I joked that it was going to be a "fight" between Nanuk and Tymbre to be the one to outlive the other one. We had to end the "fight" and let Tymbre win so Nanuk wouldn't suffer anymore. Sorry, Nanuk, but you will always be a winner in my book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5s_n1Tp0fg/TxOh-q8cRHI/AAAAAAAACxc/sKWDcK2g75Y/s1600/55.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5s_n1Tp0fg/TxOh-q8cRHI/AAAAAAAACxc/sKWDcK2g75Y/s320/55.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-137766432110454305?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/137766432110454305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-beloved-nanuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/137766432110454305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/137766432110454305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-beloved-nanuk.html' title='Our Beloved Nanuk'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_kTpsRwAbk/TxOfEwvxH3I/AAAAAAAACrA/uET3BZyTyLk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5172542926700655611</id><published>2012-01-06T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:26:33.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian is one cute kid! One cold day, we were leaving and as he was about to walk out the door, he put this hat on. I had to take a picture because he is just adorable! I didn't say anything to him about putting a hat on. He just did it. And we live in Texas, so it doesn't get that cold, that often, to wear hats all the time. I guess he just felt like wearing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ief52kzQ6s8/TweOL4NcH7I/AAAAAAAACqg/zdiFU84mB1U/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ief52kzQ6s8/TweOL4NcH7I/AAAAAAAACqg/zdiFU84mB1U/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We got this red hat for Finn when he was about Rilian's age. He looks about as cute as Finn did in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbhNSNPCqE/TweOZoG_L4I/AAAAAAAACqw/nUMF6bg_Olo/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbhNSNPCqE/TweOZoG_L4I/AAAAAAAACqw/nUMF6bg_Olo/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went back to look at my pictures to see if Rilian and Finn looked alike wearing the red hat. This is Rilian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--x069KMwOJI/TweOYJ2W6dI/AAAAAAAACqo/nhTU4w6uql8/s1600/IMG_1540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--x069KMwOJI/TweOYJ2W6dI/AAAAAAAACqo/nhTU4w6uql8/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Finn. Granny was helping him put ear phones in so he could listen to the iPod.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AhKDJdlmjA/TweObJlcV1I/AAAAAAAACq4/LlZrpcwCRx8/s1600/Finn+with+IPOD.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AhKDJdlmjA/TweObJlcV1I/AAAAAAAACq4/LlZrpcwCRx8/s400/Finn+with+IPOD.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I see resemblances but, to me, they don't look identical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What do you think? Would you have known they were two different children?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-5172542926700655611?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5172542926700655611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5172542926700655611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5172542926700655611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ief52kzQ6s8/TweOL4NcH7I/AAAAAAAACqg/zdiFU84mB1U/s72-c/IMG_1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-679749644809552689</id><published>2012-01-03T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:53:37.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus and Jingle Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We took the kids to the annual Christmas Parade downtown a few weeks ago. After the parade, Santa has a spot that he sits in one of the bank buildings downtown. This year, Mrs. Claus happened to come along with Santa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YczGQxXz94/Tv3MOnZdGJI/AAAAAAAACkQ/bG1_WTuxSbs/s1600/DSC00205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YczGQxXz94/Tv3MOnZdGJI/AAAAAAAACkQ/bG1_WTuxSbs/s400/DSC00205.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we got home from the parade, we had a little visitor. &lt;a href="http://www.elfontheshelf.com/"&gt;The Elf on the Shelf&lt;/a&gt; came to visit us this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't know anything about The Elf on the Shelf, he is a little magical elf that likes to play hide and seek with you. He watches you during the day and each night when you are asleep, he flies back to the North Pole to tell Santa all the good things AND all the bad things you have done that day. Your family chooses a name for him. Our children decided to name him Jingle Bells. Then on Christmas Eve, he goes back to the North Pole with Santa. But you must know, there is one rule. You cannot touch him or he will lose his magical power and not return!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took a picture each day of where we found Jingle Bells. The first morning, he was sitting on one of the lizards that we have hanging on our wall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy8BEjLbU8Q/Tv3MTBgaZaI/AAAAAAAACkY/XUVeaKNC2B4/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy8BEjLbU8Q/Tv3MTBgaZaI/AAAAAAAACkY/XUVeaKNC2B4/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells then decided to sit on top of a sombrero we have hanging on our wall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SSmmNLkUUE/Tv3MWupwrrI/AAAAAAAACkg/lJTb4uMCbMo/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SSmmNLkUUE/Tv3MWupwrrI/AAAAAAAACkg/lJTb4uMCbMo/s400/2.JPG" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day that Jingle Bells sat on the sombrero, I was making dinner and Finn said, "Where is Jingle Bells?" He had already found him that day and when he looked later, Jingle Bells wasn't up on the sombrero. I came to look and sure enough, he wasn't sitting on the sombrero. I kind of worried, but found that he fell. I had to think quickly, because, remember if we touch Jingle Bells, he would lose his magic and not come back and then he wouldn't be able to report to Santa each day. Being the clever mom and quick thinker that I am, I quickly thought about what you do when a baby bird falls out of its nest. If you touch it, its mother will smell you on it and abandon it, or so I've been told. So, I thought, "I know! I will get a towel and use that to pick Jingle Bells up and put him back on the sombrero." I did just that! As I touched him with the towel, and not my hand, I told the kids that they shouldn't ever do this. They agreed. Then I sat Jingle Bells back up on the sombrero as best I could using the towel. I just left the towel up there. I didn't want to risk touching him! When Jeremy came home, he wondered why a towel was up with Jingle Bells, so I explained that he fell. He said he would have used tongs. Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells got a container out of Piper's room and placed it in the fireplace. He didn't want to get the ashes on his nice outfit. It took the kids a little longer to find him this morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA1y0FOvgaI/Tv3MYlHbGvI/AAAAAAAACko/mV75mWxU9dM/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA1y0FOvgaI/Tv3MYlHbGvI/AAAAAAAACko/mV75mWxU9dM/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He sat on the light fixture...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRQWqoTvZBo/Tv3MbKaOdrI/AAAAAAAACkw/f50e7k4iIQM/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRQWqoTvZBo/Tv3MbKaOdrI/AAAAAAAACkw/f50e7k4iIQM/s400/4.JPG" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first Sunday in December, Piper dressed in this nice Christmas dress. I told her she looked like Jingle Bells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qZw3_pL4Fc/Tv3MeukVCKI/AAAAAAAACk4/P-Xga8V_2W4/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qZw3_pL4Fc/Tv3MeukVCKI/AAAAAAAACk4/P-Xga8V_2W4/s400/5.JPG" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That same Sunday, Jingle Bells rode to church with us...I had to tone down my driving a little...Wouldn't want Santa to put me on his naughty list ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BihRdCDV-3Q/Tv3MglXhYII/AAAAAAAAClA/XC0eEApdxJo/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BihRdCDV-3Q/Tv3MglXhYII/AAAAAAAAClA/XC0eEApdxJo/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting on the water cooler....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srCV9ARGl2Y/Tv3MjZsIXbI/AAAAAAAAClI/UjHumlhgXRs/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srCV9ARGl2Y/Tv3MjZsIXbI/AAAAAAAAClI/UjHumlhgXRs/s320/8.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And on the kid's shower curtain rod...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4L6kCsmD8/Tv3MllVxWaI/AAAAAAAAClQ/J345lwxkidw/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4L6kCsmD8/Tv3MllVxWaI/AAAAAAAAClQ/J345lwxkidw/s320/9.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next morning, Jingle Bells built a house out of the kid's blocks in the playroom. It took them a really long time to find him that day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z37-nPAIiyw/Tv3Mp_Bpa7I/AAAAAAAAClY/R2H7V5xbiQo/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z37-nPAIiyw/Tv3Mp_Bpa7I/AAAAAAAAClY/R2H7V5xbiQo/s320/10.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiding behind the Texas Star hanging on our wall...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zzr0fz8Pxg/Tv3M36nZqqI/AAAAAAAAClg/0rt8EWKwC_w/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zzr0fz8Pxg/Tv3M36nZqqI/AAAAAAAAClg/0rt8EWKwC_w/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells played Wii one morning before we woke up. He almost beat my high score!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrbkiHT9mE/Tv3M7J_StUI/AAAAAAAAClo/mwvCgOCit7M/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrbkiHT9mE/Tv3M7J_StUI/AAAAAAAAClo/mwvCgOCit7M/s320/12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I do realize we still have our Halloween buckets out and it was almost Christmas. We do have four children, which means we get ALOT of candy at Halloween. But if we didn't still have it out, where would Jingle Bells have hid that day?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNekBDjeKOk/Tv3NmXpIEAI/AAAAAAAACl4/4q9jHcxUDjw/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNekBDjeKOk/Tv3NmXpIEAI/AAAAAAAACl4/4q9jHcxUDjw/s320/14.JPG" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells got brave one day, or maybe he was testing the kids. I'm not sure what made him decide to sit on the floor and hug the table leg. Before this, he had been up pretty high, to where they couldn't touch him. But sitting on the floor, was pretty risky!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8PmPKos7ck/Tv3No_SWzUI/AAAAAAAACmA/1bruTRSRLmw/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8PmPKos7ck/Tv3No_SWzUI/AAAAAAAACmA/1bruTRSRLmw/s320/15.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And of course, being the curious kids they are, Rilian touched him! Finn and Piper were just so upset that RILIAN TOUCHED JINGLE BELLS! I'm not sure if Rilian quite understood the consequences of what he did, but he found out the next morning. Jingle Bells left this note...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiinKpQUdWc/TwIimpRIqmI/AAAAAAAACqM/xr9zq8Fq0Aw/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiinKpQUdWc/TwIimpRIqmI/AAAAAAAACqM/xr9zq8Fq0Aw/s320/16.JPG" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was tied around the same table leg that he was hugging the day before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXDiIbYoY4A/Tv3NxCjV29I/AAAAAAAACmQ/_8H9P1kfhnw/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXDiIbYoY4A/Tv3NxCjV29I/AAAAAAAACmQ/_8H9P1kfhnw/s320/17.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It took the kids awhile to find the note. But Piper was so upset when she found it, she cried. I felt really bad. I didn't think she would take it so hard. So, at school that day, she wrote this note to Jingle Bells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypcMgLCGuOc/Tv3N1LGOgDI/AAAAAAAACmY/wAJ6EtafXkE/s400/17a.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this was her journal entry that day at school. It's a pretty good picture, if you ask me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAjjz_x1a3g/Tv3N6P_yg9I/AAAAAAAACmg/XXvwKGO6SUc/s1600/17b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAjjz_x1a3g/Tv3N6P_yg9I/AAAAAAAACmg/XXvwKGO6SUc/s640/17b.JPG" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper also wrote Jeremy and I this note. I guess she decided to write it on the same paper as some of her spelling words. I felt relieved knowing she didn't cry at school about Jingle Bells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3lk2sDv8r0/Tv3N-RdHGcI/AAAAAAAACmo/vw7Gs6V8-4Y/s1600/17c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3lk2sDv8r0/Tv3N-RdHGcI/AAAAAAAACmo/vw7Gs6V8-4Y/s400/17c.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids were happy when Jingle Bells was well enough to come back the next day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huPU2XrFDJI/Tv3OBwk7QEI/AAAAAAAACmw/ov1hfDJbrOs/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huPU2XrFDJI/Tv3OBwk7QEI/AAAAAAAACmw/ov1hfDJbrOs/s400/18.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was the note he had wrapped around a bag of candy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Q2oCPzM8c/Tv3OGrupHAI/AAAAAAAACm4/bZ2iSm3OyoY/s1600/18a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Q2oCPzM8c/Tv3OGrupHAI/AAAAAAAACm4/bZ2iSm3OyoY/s400/18a.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is a close up of what the medicine/candy looked like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJQtAXohov8/Tv3OK1BN29I/AAAAAAAACnA/WuwUWcSRT_I/s1600/19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJQtAXohov8/Tv3OK1BN29I/AAAAAAAACnA/WuwUWcSRT_I/s320/19.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanging upside down in the blinds...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6f9Pr56XA54/Tv3OOlODIjI/AAAAAAAACnI/GBhYc6Qi4ak/s1600/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6f9Pr56XA54/Tv3OOlODIjI/AAAAAAAACnI/GBhYc6Qi4ak/s400/20.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells got one of Piper's Barbie's coats and hid in the fridge. It took the kids a long time to find him this morning. Seven thought that Jingle Bells made the coat. He didn't realize that it was one of Piper's Barbie's coats. Rilian was actually scared to get his cup out of the fridge because it was right beside Jingle Bells. He was afraid he would make Jingle Bells sick again if he touched him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6qOxAR8ERk/Tv3O2bc4jjI/AAAAAAAACnU/F4WtYmwu3l0/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6qOxAR8ERk/Tv3O2bc4jjI/AAAAAAAACnU/F4WtYmwu3l0/s320/21.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of these things is not like the others...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCTOAfjuFbY/Tv3O5QWevfI/AAAAAAAACnc/PDCxkmTzv28/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCTOAfjuFbY/Tv3O5QWevfI/AAAAAAAACnc/PDCxkmTzv28/s320/22.JPG" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting in some coffee cups on the kitchen counter...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUbjXX_AElc/Tv3O8nqzfuI/AAAAAAAACnk/Ene1ktSBaNw/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUbjXX_AElc/Tv3O8nqzfuI/AAAAAAAACnk/Ene1ktSBaNw/s400/23.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jingle Bells removed the angel off the top of the tree and sat in her place...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwhQFfAyULc/Tv3O_1ODNMI/AAAAAAAACns/BKfCmSVeV4w/s1600/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwhQFfAyULc/Tv3O_1ODNMI/AAAAAAAACns/BKfCmSVeV4w/s400/24.JPG" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting in a stocking...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFhxuyO8_OY/Tv3PCwgDaNI/AAAAAAAACn0/EapCD9ok2Ss/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFhxuyO8_OY/Tv3PCwgDaNI/AAAAAAAACn0/EapCD9ok2Ss/s400/25.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He made a swing in the kitchen...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUih4rUIp_c/Tv3PGyzsdyI/AAAAAAAACn8/aBcF0mevEe0/s1600/26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUih4rUIp_c/Tv3PGyzsdyI/AAAAAAAACn8/aBcF0mevEe0/s400/26.JPG" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting by the printer....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxNXgTtRglo/Tv3PJLWBzNI/AAAAAAAACoE/w0mGkdpKOTg/s1600/27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxNXgTtRglo/Tv3PJLWBzNI/AAAAAAAACoE/w0mGkdpKOTg/s400/27.JPG" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where's Waldo? aka Jingle Bells...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ampRdlq9yOo/Tv3PMd-iqXI/AAAAAAAACoM/dajxBNieyjk/s1600/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ampRdlq9yOo/Tv3PMd-iqXI/AAAAAAAACoM/dajxBNieyjk/s640/28.JPG" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The morning of Christmas Eve was the last morning that Jingle Bells would be with us. He was a little ornery this morning. He took a pair of each of the kid's underwear and strung them on a string and hung upside down on it. The kids thought it was funny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jObB28yz2k4/Tv3POfbcMjI/AAAAAAAACoU/UCmwXj-8cUg/s1600/29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jObB28yz2k4/Tv3POfbcMjI/AAAAAAAACoU/UCmwXj-8cUg/s400/29.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On Christmas morning, Jingle Bells left this note, by the fireplace, with a bag full of the candy that he left the morning he came back after being touched.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_UdTuZM47M/Tv3PSjnheEI/AAAAAAAACoc/z6Y1fy6uQb4/s1600/30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_UdTuZM47M/Tv3PSjnheEI/AAAAAAAACoc/z6Y1fy6uQb4/s320/30.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did your family have an Elf this year?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-679749644809552689?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/679749644809552689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/santa-claus-and-jingle-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/679749644809552689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/679749644809552689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2012/01/santa-claus-and-jingle-bells.html' title='Santa Claus and Jingle Bells'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YczGQxXz94/Tv3MOnZdGJI/AAAAAAAACkQ/bG1_WTuxSbs/s72-c/DSC00205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-119976721613080538</id><published>2011-12-26T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:24:11.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Heaven is for Real, for kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8L81XtkTJk/TvY5F5JEaKI/AAAAAAAACkE/3kNSzbom9po/s1600/_240_360_Book.463.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8L81XtkTJk/TvY5F5JEaKI/AAAAAAAACkE/3kNSzbom9po/s1600/_240_360_Book.463.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had heard good reviews about the book, Heaven is for Real. When I saw that I could receive a copy of Heaven is for Real, for kids, I was excited to receive it and read it to give it a review.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heaven is for Real, for kids, as told by Colton Burpo to his parents, Todd &amp;amp; Sonja Burpo, is a good book to read to your kids to help them understand what it is like in heaven. This book is written in a way that is easy for kids to understand. It is beautifully illustrated with vivid and colorful pictures of what Colton saw when he was in heaven. Heaven is for Real, for kids would be a good book to read to your children when they become more curious as to what it will be like in heaven. There are also scriptures to go along with what Colton describes that he saw when he was in heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end of the book, there are questions that your children may have after reading Heaven is for Real, for kids. If you don't know the answers to the questions you children may have, these questions would be a good place to start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps you have a loved-one, or a close friend who may be nearing death. This would be a good book to read to your children to help them understand what it will be like for their loved-one or close friend when they die. I think it would help to ease any fears your child had about their loved-one or close friend dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have not read the other version of the book, Heaven is for Real (the one written on an adult level). But after reading Heaven is for Real, for kids, I am excited to read it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: I received this book from &lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;Thomas Nelson Publishers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to review. I was not required to give any positive feedback. All the opinions expressed are my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-119976721613080538?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/119976721613080538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-review-heaven-is-for-real-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/119976721613080538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/119976721613080538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-review-heaven-is-for-real-for-kids.html' title='Book Review: Heaven is for Real, for kids'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8L81XtkTJk/TvY5F5JEaKI/AAAAAAAACkE/3kNSzbom9po/s72-c/_240_360_Book.463.cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-4661753316715251745</id><published>2011-12-23T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:39:29.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While We Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy has a cousin that lives about 3 hours away and he just happens to be a dentist. He is awesome in that he does all our dental work for us...for free! And on top of that, he often takes us out to lunch afterwards. We are very thankful for Dr. Payne and his generosity!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last month, we had to pay another visit to Dr. Payne, to finish up Jeremy's root canal. Piper and Finn were still in school, so we took Seven and Rilian with us. What do a 4 year old and a 2 year old do in the waiting room when they are done playing with the toys? They crawl under the chairs and look out the window, of course!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4-5eiJVLuQ/TvEYkuKp35I/AAAAAAAACj4/ZYABtqMyWrY/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4-5eiJVLuQ/TvEYkuKp35I/AAAAAAAACj4/ZYABtqMyWrY/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Jeremy was done with his root canal and got out of the chair, Seven decided it looked like a slide...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d894f323387cc70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d894f323387cc70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CB3E4549ED0D249D98B5CA27BB2F214E26864D2.972E0F5381337A22B8CD9EE641FB2A0CC9E6B2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d894f323387cc70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-SCyfysFPsBebMKeC8LmKnMJDtE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d894f323387cc70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CB3E4549ED0D249D98B5CA27BB2F214E26864D2.972E0F5381337A22B8CD9EE641FB2A0CC9E6B2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d894f323387cc70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-SCyfysFPsBebMKeC8LmKnMJDtE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the things kids think up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-4661753316715251745?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/4661753316715251745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/while-we-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4661753316715251745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4661753316715251745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/while-we-wait.html' title='While We Wait...'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4-5eiJVLuQ/TvEYkuKp35I/AAAAAAAACj4/ZYABtqMyWrY/s72-c/IMG_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-8820143767041996108</id><published>2011-12-19T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:32:57.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful for Your Spouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With Thanksgiving just past us and Christmas nearing VERY soon, I thought it fitting to talk about being thankful for your husband. I am thankful for the 12 years I have been married to Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbAgy_AUbAg/Tu-QC6aU-LI/AAAAAAAACjw/OME971yaHm0/s1600/DSC00228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbAgy_AUbAg/Tu-QC6aU-LI/AAAAAAAACjw/OME971yaHm0/s320/DSC00228.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is so easy to complain about your husband to other people. "My husband does this..." "My husband never helps with this..." And so on. I am not going to give you examples of what I don't like about my husband, or the things he doesn't do or anything like that. For one, that would be demeaning to him. And two, I said I was going to talk about being thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Some things that I am thankful for are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When Piper, my first child, and Finn, my second child were born, I didn't change a diaper for at least the first week! How many husbands are willing to jump in and take charge like that? I had c-sections and Jeremy knew I was in alot of pain, so he was just trying to help out...What a good husband! Although, I do have to add that Jeremy should have given me a little warning before I changed Finn's diaper for the first time...that kid was born without a bum! It looked so odd to me. I mean, he literally had no cheeks! There was just a hole. I was very surprised and said something to Jeremy afterwards about him giving me some sort of a warning. Finn did eventually grow some cheeks. There's still not much to him. He eats like a horse, but is really skinny. I would love to have his metabolism. I say he is a skeleton with skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Another thankful thing: When Rilian was born, I did not put gas in our car until he was 8 weeks old. Jeremy just always took care of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And: Jeremy loves to cook. So, he makes our kid's birthday cakes and LOVES to do it! I have never had a desire to cook. I only cook out of necessity. And if I have to follow a recipe with lots of ingredients or instructions, that is just too much effort and I will find something else to make. In fact, when I was younger, I said I would marry someone who can cook, well, that is exactly what I did!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One more example: Thursday night when I got home from running, Jeremy had just cleaned up Finn's puke. Finn tried to throw up in the trash can in the bathroom, but missed. Then he tried to throw up in the toilet, but the lid was down and he didn't realize it, so when he threw up, it made a big mess in the bathroom. Jeremy said, "Finn then looked at him and said, 'It's throw up.'" Poor kid was out of it. I am very thankful that Jeremy cleaned up the nasty mess! I'm pretty sure there are some husbands who would have left if for their wife to clean up when she got home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now before you go and think my husband is better than yours, he does have his flaws, as does everybody. A friend of mine, Tonya, shared a story with me the other day...She said she used to work with a girl whose husband was always sending her flowers and he seemed so nice and caring. Tonya said she later found out that the reason he was doing all that was because he was having an affair. So, things are not always what they seem. You may think someone else's husband seems better than yours for whatever reason. But there are things that you do not see or know. I am not saying that every case is the same. I am just saying be thankful for what kind of a husband you have. Someone always has it worse than you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The next time you think about complaining about your husband to your friends, stop yourself and remind yourself of what he does that you are thankful for. Today when your husband comes home from work, tell him something you are thankful for about him. You never know what good may come of it...later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-8820143767041996108?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/8820143767041996108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-thankful-for-your-spouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8820143767041996108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8820143767041996108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-thankful-for-your-spouse.html' title='Being Thankful for Your Spouse'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbAgy_AUbAg/Tu-QC6aU-LI/AAAAAAAACjw/OME971yaHm0/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-4902214773551631117</id><published>2011-12-17T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:17:20.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look forward to Thanksgiving because that means my family and my brother's family get together. Our kids LOVE each other! It is always fun to see them play together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had Thanksgiving at my mom's house. The kids love playing on the trampoline and love when Papa Bud jumps with them. He didn't happen to be jumping with them in these pictures. I think he was inside helping Nanny with the turkey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ejmIoncyaA/Tuj9FHh7fBI/AAAAAAAAChs/uIRfoUE4mkg/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ejmIoncyaA/Tuj9FHh7fBI/AAAAAAAAChs/uIRfoUE4mkg/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think it's cool to capture them mid-jump, in the air.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmBQ0G3nIk8/Tuj9NP7VLoI/AAAAAAAACh0/mor7roLwkJ8/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmBQ0G3nIk8/Tuj9NP7VLoI/AAAAAAAACh0/mor7roLwkJ8/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When they were done jumping on the trampoline, they moved over to the swing-set. It's a good thing Nanny has a big enough swing set for her 7 grandchildren!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lHDJuI-KU0/Tuj9VUqmpNI/AAAAAAAACh8/v_IlDMVqofs/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lHDJuI-KU0/Tuj9VUqmpNI/AAAAAAAACh8/v_IlDMVqofs/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper, Mabrie, and Allie all swung together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wepDlmJk9eQ/Tuj9dJKadII/AAAAAAAACiE/B08AO0zI0mE/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wepDlmJk9eQ/Tuj9dJKadII/AAAAAAAACiE/B08AO0zI0mE/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn and Seven did their own swinging.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq5p5UkNzwI/Tuj9mD8-TXI/AAAAAAAACiM/2gweNUaJ19I/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq5p5UkNzwI/Tuj9mD8-TXI/AAAAAAAACiM/2gweNUaJ19I/s400/6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Rilian decided to join the girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFixd_X0CkY/Tuj9vqQ-TbI/AAAAAAAACiU/mwQE44OxXzU/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFixd_X0CkY/Tuj9vqQ-TbI/AAAAAAAACiU/mwQE44OxXzU/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaden had his own swing, inside, where it was warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wv6KnWHYbp0/Tuj93shZxQI/AAAAAAAACic/2ee1puRnYXc/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wv6KnWHYbp0/Tuj93shZxQI/AAAAAAAACic/2ee1puRnYXc/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Granny Joyce made these cute turkeys for the kids to enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u41WaAQF9M/Tuj9_uMAMcI/AAAAAAAACik/4obQVzlLkkY/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u41WaAQF9M/Tuj9_uMAMcI/AAAAAAAACik/4obQVzlLkkY/s400/9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allie, Mabrie, and Piper were waiting for their turn to swing ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUtfd-y_K6E/Tuj-G-WTPoI/AAAAAAAACis/R8MfFaO6aF4/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUtfd-y_K6E/Tuj-G-WTPoI/AAAAAAAACis/R8MfFaO6aF4/s400/10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I bet not too many grandparents have a "white swing". That is what my kids call the hammock. It is just one big white swing to them...no relaxing going on there...ALL play! Finn is trying to climb in and Seven and Rilian are trying to climb out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISPOquhl6kA/Tuj-PFmhlXI/AAAAAAAACi0/FG3FcbyCADE/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISPOquhl6kA/Tuj-PFmhlXI/AAAAAAAACi0/FG3FcbyCADE/s400/11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The white swing often poses a challenge to get on AND stay on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Js1a-wgEgQ/TupXlhSMFSI/AAAAAAAACi8/LH9pjJC-jRg/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Js1a-wgEgQ/TupXlhSMFSI/AAAAAAAACi8/LH9pjJC-jRg/s400/12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were able to capture a good picture of all 7 cousins. My four kids and my brother's three kids. My brother and I blessed our parents with 6 grandchildren in 4 years. This past July, my sister-in-law had Kaden and brought the total grandchildren to 7!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N3H2ZLWKtQ/TupXuZQzYdI/AAAAAAAACjE/VYHRCX9h-0g/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N3H2ZLWKtQ/TupXuZQzYdI/AAAAAAAACjE/VYHRCX9h-0g/s400/13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought this was such a cute picture of Jeremy tickling Rilian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGwzGcY6GyY/TupX1-aGSGI/AAAAAAAACjM/8VqLGvi-3lY/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGwzGcY6GyY/TupX1-aGSGI/AAAAAAAACjM/8VqLGvi-3lY/s400/14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Jeremy wasn't just tickling Rilian. Rilian and Jeremy like to play a game called "Whose boy are you?" Jeremy asks Rilian, "Whose boy are you?" Rilian will answer, "I'm Mama's boy." Then Jeremy tickles him. Jeremy asks again, "Whose boy are you?" Rilian will get tickled until he finally answers, "I'm Daddy's boy." It's cute and so are his giggles!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian, Finn, Mabrie, and Allie were enjoying the turkeys that Granny Joyce made.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_o1A4FQQFY/TupX-qdZL5I/AAAAAAAACjU/oqO_NIfKhdI/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_o1A4FQQFY/TupX-qdZL5I/AAAAAAAACjU/oqO_NIfKhdI/s400/15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven decided to be a loner and eat his turkey on the slide...all by himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtAkTjpK834/TupYIq2MI1I/AAAAAAAACjc/UC8qutqx6f8/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtAkTjpK834/TupYIq2MI1I/AAAAAAAACjc/UC8qutqx6f8/s400/16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The inevitable time came when we had to say goodbye to my brother's family, so they could travel back home. My dad came into town to have Thanksgiving dinner with us and we all went over to Granny Joyce's for dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ypUFi40tg/TupYPyLNLXI/AAAAAAAACjk/bpfCCSAmN_Q/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ypUFi40tg/TupYPyLNLXI/AAAAAAAACjk/bpfCCSAmN_Q/s400/17.JPG" width="400" /&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/1434747502468359848-4902214773551631117?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/4902214773551631117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4902214773551631117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4902214773551631117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ejmIoncyaA/Tuj9FHh7fBI/AAAAAAAAChs/uIRfoUE4mkg/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5036635230171673818</id><published>2011-12-12T14:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:16:44.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: When God Created My Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tJWn9JsQDk/TuPha_l96KI/AAAAAAAAChc/YEvERwvfrRU/s1600/51Tce2nllWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tJWn9JsQDk/TuPha_l96KI/AAAAAAAAChc/YEvERwvfrRU/s1600/51Tce2nllWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When God Created My Toes, by Dandi Daley Mackall, is a sweet, easy-to-read children's book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"When God created my toes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; did He make them wiggle?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Did He know I'd giggle?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Did He have to hold His nose,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When God created my toes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When God Created My Toes, allows children to imagine what it was like when God created them. This book goes from the toes all the way to the head, asking silly rhyming questions about what God may have done when creating us. It also has cute, silly illustrations to go along with the story. The illustrator, David Hohn, was just as creative as the author, Dandi Daley Mackall, was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My kids loved this book. They laughed each time we read it. They want to read it over and over again! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks/"&gt;Waterbrook Multnomah&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;gave me this book for free for the purpose of this review. I was not required to say anything positive about the book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-5036635230171673818?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5036635230171673818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-review-when-god-created-my-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5036635230171673818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5036635230171673818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-review-when-god-created-my-toes.html' title='Book Review: When God Created My Toes'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tJWn9JsQDk/TuPha_l96KI/AAAAAAAAChc/YEvERwvfrRU/s72-c/51Tce2nllWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7239572326956438916</id><published>2011-12-09T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:01:05.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Getting Pierced Ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper has been asking for about four years now if she could get her ears pierced. When she first started asking, her youngest brother was crawling about and he put EVERYTHING in his mouth. I didn't want to risk him finding one of her earrings on the floor and putting it in his mouth. When she started asking again, she had another baby brother to deal with, that would have also put her earrings in her mouth if he found them on the floor. Well, now Piper's youngest brother will be three years old in February. I am not so worried about him putting things in his mouth and swallowing them. Could it still happen? Yes, but I would worry less about it being a three-year-old swallowing it than a crawling baby swallowing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few weeks ago, we decided to let Piper get her ears pierced. I think this was one of the happiest days of her life! We went to &lt;a href="http://www.claires.com/store/"&gt;Claire's&lt;/a&gt;. They gave her a black teddy bear named, Clairie, to squeeze while she was getting her ears pierced. Look how tight she is squeezing the bear!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVl68pysoI0/TuEUWxriggI/AAAAAAAAChE/CjTUC9A_93s/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVl68pysoI0/TuEUWxriggI/AAAAAAAAChE/CjTUC9A_93s/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to get a close-up to show you what cute earrings she picked out, but I guess I didn't get close enough for a clear view. If you want a better picture, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.claires.com/images/earpiercing/en_US/Earrings_starter_collection.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and look at the Blue Zircon Crystal Daisy. That is the one she chose. She had to get a pair that she really liked, since she will not be able to change them for six weeks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8DAdR9xKXk/TuEUY7fGc9I/AAAAAAAAChM/TDb2_ZGqRs8/s1600/IMG_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8DAdR9xKXk/TuEUY7fGc9I/AAAAAAAAChM/TDb2_ZGqRs8/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, for those of you who are not faint at heart, if you want to feel like you were there with us and watch Piper get her ears pierced, you can watch this video.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8176d708cbe35861" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8176d708cbe35861%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84B901A8F99807E826A2FB53E2BAEFA8FE5CFB50.2F30B1160BF5869913E84B614726A8AA7E852B7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8176d708cbe35861%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvgBBD30qB1GQnDchB4DPvuLbsx0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8176d708cbe35861%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84B901A8F99807E826A2FB53E2BAEFA8FE5CFB50.2F30B1160BF5869913E84B614726A8AA7E852B7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8176d708cbe35861%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvgBBD30qB1GQnDchB4DPvuLbsx0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Claire's gave Piper this cute bag to carry her cleaning solution home in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xes1mcZi-lA/TuEXDBfasgI/AAAAAAAAChU/CtkQsbgPqts/s1600/IMG_1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xes1mcZi-lA/TuEXDBfasgI/AAAAAAAAChU/CtkQsbgPqts/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive about letting Piper get her ears pierced. She is supposed to leave them in for six whole weeks and clean them three times a day. I was kind of worried she would take them out for some reason or other and then her ears would close. I have to brag on her and say that she still has them in her ears. We are about halfway through the six week healing period now. Only about three more weeks to go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7239572326956438916?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7239572326956438916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-getting-pierced-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7239572326956438916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7239572326956438916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-getting-pierced-ears.html' title='Finally Getting Pierced Ears!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVl68pysoI0/TuEUWxriggI/AAAAAAAAChE/CjTUC9A_93s/s72-c/IMG_1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-8568365098775942828</id><published>2011-12-06T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:02:49.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Never Dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you know my kids or have spent any amount of time with any of them, you know that they are quite the entertainment!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were at my mom's house one day, and I heard Seven calling my name. I looked and this is what I saw...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8ZHfFJ_usQ/Tt5zwRU2UCI/AAAAAAAACg0/qn8lnfCYnbw/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8ZHfFJ_usQ/Tt5zwRU2UCI/AAAAAAAACg0/qn8lnfCYnbw/s320/IMG_1521.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no idea what goes on in their precious little heads at times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtRe70w1Zt8/Tt5zyQEevMI/AAAAAAAACg8/nIrVPvjUc94/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtRe70w1Zt8/Tt5zyQEevMI/AAAAAAAACg8/nIrVPvjUc94/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven is one funny four-year-old! He is the funniest four-year-old that I know. I'm not just saying that because he is my four-year-old. He honestly is very funny!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-8568365098775942828?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/8568365098775942828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-never-dull.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8568365098775942828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8568365098775942828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-never-dull.html' title='Life is Never Dull'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8ZHfFJ_usQ/Tt5zwRU2UCI/AAAAAAAACg0/qn8lnfCYnbw/s72-c/IMG_1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1988859974063883087</id><published>2011-11-29T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:57:53.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Witches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I had finished my "Halloween" posts, but looking back to see what the next blog post should be, I found these pictures...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids were at Granny's house one day, in October, and she had gotten them each a witch hat. Here is Seven with his hat, and of course, a witch wouldn't be complete without a broom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Cu4y1M1dQ/TtVPkSAc_bI/AAAAAAAACgc/zwZ-IPNU_YM/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Cu4y1M1dQ/TtVPkSAc_bI/AAAAAAAACgc/zwZ-IPNU_YM/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper and Finn look like they were mixing up their witch's brew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzJsxrR-1dU/TtVPmiAQjnI/AAAAAAAACgk/xPCFp2DDdpQ/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzJsxrR-1dU/TtVPmiAQjnI/AAAAAAAACgk/xPCFp2DDdpQ/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we can't forget about little Rilian...He also had a broom and a hat, just like his brothers and sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8mC2QK_yVU/TtVPnonqG8I/AAAAAAAACgs/ryIfBBRWGpY/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8mC2QK_yVU/TtVPnonqG8I/AAAAAAAACgs/ryIfBBRWGpY/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a story that I must include in this post. It kinda goes with the theme...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper had come home from school one day with some Halloween jokes. She was reading them aloud. She said, "What do you call a witch that lives on the beach?" Seven exclaims, "Bitch!" Wow! I am not sure exactly where he heard that word. I do not use that word. I must admit though that we don't sensor the movies they watch sometimes. Sometimes you don't really realize how bad a movie is until let your children watch it. I told him that wasn't a nice word. Plus, Seven is a sponge. He only had to have heard it one time and it was logged in his little sponge of a brain. If you don't know the real answer to the joke, it is "A Sandwich."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1988859974063883087?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1988859974063883087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-witches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1988859974063883087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1988859974063883087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-witches.html' title='Little Witches'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Cu4y1M1dQ/TtVPkSAc_bI/AAAAAAAACgc/zwZ-IPNU_YM/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-8941227985475265870</id><published>2011-11-24T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:24:57.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Night Night Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8gaym9N0Kg/Tsq09YBdLoI/AAAAAAAACgU/ZJ-AsxGkx08/s1600/318254.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8gaym9N0Kg/Tsq09YBdLoI/AAAAAAAACgU/ZJ-AsxGkx08/s1600/318254.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Night Night Blessings, by Amy Parker is a cute children's book about a child at bedtime. She is remembering everything about her day and thanking God for each thing. This would be a good book to read to your child or children as you are putting them to bed at night. Night Night Blessings is a good book to help your child remember all the blessings they have in their life and to remember to thank God for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think it is interesting what things children think of to be thankful for. Sometimes it is so simple, such as their puppy that gives them kisses. They often think of things we, as adults, take for granted. In Night Night Blessings, the little girl thanks God for exactly what a child would think to be thankful for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Night Night Blessings also has cute illustrations to go along with the story. It is a simple book. If you have young children who can read, they will be able to read it, also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would recommend this book for anyone who has young children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: I received this book from &lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;Thomas Nelson&lt;/a&gt; to review for free. I was not required to give any positive feedback. All the opinions expressed are my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-8941227985475265870?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/8941227985475265870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-night-night-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8941227985475265870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8941227985475265870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-night-night-blessings.html' title='Book Review: Night Night Blessings'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8gaym9N0Kg/Tsq09YBdLoI/AAAAAAAACgU/ZJ-AsxGkx08/s72-c/318254.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-481675165527728489</id><published>2011-11-19T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:30:28.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This year for Halloween, we had Bumblebee (the yellow transformer), a pretty ballerina, an adorable cow, and Optimus Prime (the blue transformer).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GPinXl_EQ/TshTpG8KdEI/AAAAAAAACeo/my4UZiiWnn8/s1600/155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GPinXl_EQ/TshTpG8KdEI/AAAAAAAACeo/my4UZiiWnn8/s320/155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not exactly sure what Piper was doing here, but I had to include the picture because I thought it was kinda funny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7luFcRd8kk/TshTsp3GpVI/AAAAAAAACew/fJ6e16FpSUk/s1600/156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7luFcRd8kk/TshTsp3GpVI/AAAAAAAACew/fJ6e16FpSUk/s320/156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then we have the silly pose picture...Rilian was trying to do what Piper was doing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtet-WrM5wg/TshTyHTWuAI/AAAAAAAACe4/G4td82JBc90/s1600/158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtet-WrM5wg/TshTyHTWuAI/AAAAAAAACe4/G4td82JBc90/s320/158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven and Finn wanted a fighting picture. Although, I think both Bumblebee and Optimus Prime are good transformers and friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM41sI8W11E/TshT0vhtXQI/AAAAAAAACfA/_jEnWHfnbHU/s1600/161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM41sI8W11E/TshT0vhtXQI/AAAAAAAACfA/_jEnWHfnbHU/s320/161.JPG" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another silly picture...and Rilian trying to do what his big brothers were doing with their hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EE-XXsKSiw/TshT44ycrkI/AAAAAAAACfI/dmengYBwWM4/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EE-XXsKSiw/TshT44ycrkI/AAAAAAAACfI/dmengYBwWM4/s320/162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty ballerina doing a pirouette.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vI6gKwCHe7M/TshT8DEXYnI/AAAAAAAACfQ/hU1Fna-VpxQ/s1600/165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vI6gKwCHe7M/TshT8DEXYnI/AAAAAAAACfQ/hU1Fna-VpxQ/s320/165.JPG" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Optimus Prime ready to take on the world!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlt1VJAVe1Y/TshT_ean3vI/AAAAAAAACfY/ypbc0GvfMkI/s1600/166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlt1VJAVe1Y/TshT_ean3vI/AAAAAAAACfY/ypbc0GvfMkI/s320/166.JPG" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn wanted a picture taken by himself, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3p2MJPQS94/TshUCRWJn4I/AAAAAAAACfg/YkB81gfK9qw/s1600/167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3p2MJPQS94/TshUCRWJn4I/AAAAAAAACfg/YkB81gfK9qw/s320/167.JPG" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian was too cute! And when we went on our annual Halloween hayride, the hay sticking to his costume only enhanced it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXBSSBdRDi8/TshUEN8BSfI/AAAAAAAACfo/J9nbfwTQX1g/s1600/168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXBSSBdRDi8/TshUEN8BSfI/AAAAAAAACfo/J9nbfwTQX1g/s320/168.JPG" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the sillies come back...Once again, I do not know what Piper was doing. I guess Miss Ballerina, turned hip hop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4sh0JPxjUc/TshUHP7PN3I/AAAAAAAACfw/Y_8gfJtUTac/s1600/169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4sh0JPxjUc/TshUHP7PN3I/AAAAAAAACfw/Y_8gfJtUTac/s320/169.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Care Bear Stare! Oh, wait...wrong character. I'm not up to date on my Transformer schooling, but I guess that circle on Bumblebee does something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZVAxm2MG30/TshUKVWCD7I/AAAAAAAACf4/7smJcPgxvGA/s1600/170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZVAxm2MG30/TshUKVWCD7I/AAAAAAAACf4/7smJcPgxvGA/s320/170.JPG" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven's mask turned into a shield.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8MS2fd6RL8/TshUOVBl5uI/AAAAAAAACgA/3W4xsrrLOZ8/s1600/171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8MS2fd6RL8/TshUOVBl5uI/AAAAAAAACgA/3W4xsrrLOZ8/s320/171.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanny came for a visit. My mom's costume was pretty funny, and if you know her, it is very fitting. She tends to get hurt somehow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mxf2WUfLLo/TshUTZPDAVI/AAAAAAAACgI/vooCB84Bnz8/s1600/173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mxf2WUfLLo/TshUTZPDAVI/AAAAAAAACgI/vooCB84Bnz8/s320/173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-481675165527728489?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/481675165527728489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/481675165527728489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/481675165527728489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2GPinXl_EQ/TshTpG8KdEI/AAAAAAAACeo/my4UZiiWnn8/s72-c/155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3661301843577732310</id><published>2011-11-12T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:35:06.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Jack 'O Lantern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know about your Jack 'O Lantern, but the face of our Jack 'O Lantern had four parts...right eye, left eye, nose, and mouth. Since we have four children, we let them each pick which part of the face they wanted to design.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c79d11e6780c042b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc79d11e6780c042b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F79846DA793C40A21141E20CA8AFC6D7F05F9F4.BFAD80A16EC97A3CCDFBA8AA49D45CE20A0AF84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc79d11e6780c042b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6l5dUqXYoUjsYCTSEgZySi3tBJA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc79d11e6780c042b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F79846DA793C40A21141E20CA8AFC6D7F05F9F4.BFAD80A16EC97A3CCDFBA8AA49D45CE20A0AF84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc79d11e6780c042b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6l5dUqXYoUjsYCTSEgZySi3tBJA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once they knew what part they were going to design, we let them decide what shape it should be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids are always fascinated by what is inside the pumpkin!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIz38zhVsdk/Trrx6oJM7EI/AAAAAAAACco/YmBboazUmDs/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIz38zhVsdk/Trrx6oJM7EI/AAAAAAAACco/YmBboazUmDs/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't know, both Jeremy and I don't care to get our hands messy. So, when the kids wanted to take the insides out of the pumpkin, we were more than happy to let them dig in! Finn kind of takes after us and wanted to use a spoon. And I love how Rilian seems like he just doesn't know what to think!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6df6f04ca9e049d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6df6f04ca9e049d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBF7A9FFB10733BC5059A6EE9A45DB454FFEFD20.3DAE0E0215131B006B2B132F2FC12426D6DDF1FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6df6f04ca9e049d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqd55YU1Lkcc05uOgYqCQwpL4jsc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6df6f04ca9e049d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBF7A9FFB10733BC5059A6EE9A45DB454FFEFD20.3DAE0E0215131B006B2B132F2FC12426D6DDF1FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6df6f04ca9e049d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqd55YU1Lkcc05uOgYqCQwpL4jsc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Digging in...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36atjfnFlMA/Trrx8JumxMI/AAAAAAAACcw/66DUqF4J_XM/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36atjfnFlMA/Trrx8JumxMI/AAAAAAAACcw/66DUqF4J_XM/s320/065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone gets a turn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMOAnBACYkc/Trrx9Z9CA3I/AAAAAAAACc4/8gLXIaOR1WI/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMOAnBACYkc/Trrx9Z9CA3I/AAAAAAAACc4/8gLXIaOR1WI/s320/071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ewwww!!! Pumpkin guts! I love the look on Rilian's face. He pretty much had this look the whole time. He just didn't know what to think of all the fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8kSqU6Ddm0/TrryCXiaaAI/AAAAAAAACdA/OoI8T4RvER4/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8kSqU6Ddm0/TrryCXiaaAI/AAAAAAAACdA/OoI8T4RvER4/s320/072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper and Finn love to watch inside the pumpkin as Jeremy carves the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-2-XzTIQw/TrryFY-0CtI/AAAAAAAACdI/2yg1LAAw4mE/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-2-XzTIQw/TrryFY-0CtI/AAAAAAAACdI/2yg1LAAw4mE/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two different shaped eyes, picked by two different children. A diamond and a square.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eXhxoSOvRc/TrryJeTv55I/AAAAAAAACdQ/EaU21SABUW0/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eXhxoSOvRc/TrryJeTv55I/AAAAAAAACdQ/EaU21SABUW0/s320/087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then a triangle nose, picked by another child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejo8Hx6XZok/TrryNHh6nxI/AAAAAAAACdY/szreilCKA6k/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejo8Hx6XZok/TrryNHh6nxI/AAAAAAAACdY/szreilCKA6k/s320/089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the mouth designed by the fourth child designer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qnqKcZATIY/TrryOW9R4HI/AAAAAAAACdg/5UTnjUobKTo/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qnqKcZATIY/TrryOW9R4HI/AAAAAAAACdg/5UTnjUobKTo/s320/099.JPG" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And of course we have to take pictures by our Jack 'O Lantern.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-gI7-EUmsc/TrryRwzQPaI/AAAAAAAACdo/2x7uHLa9EXg/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-gI7-EUmsc/TrryRwzQPaI/AAAAAAAACdo/2x7uHLa9EXg/s320/104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the "serious" picture, we get to do a silly picture. Funny how Finn didn't change much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-952IKVj6nrA/TrryWeiFqoI/AAAAAAAACdw/4Mm-CTWqCJM/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-952IKVj6nrA/TrryWeiFqoI/AAAAAAAACdw/4Mm-CTWqCJM/s320/105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids have started wanting individual pictures. Piper decided she wanted to kiss the pumpkin for her picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1jDg2uQ7As/TrryYLl7hgI/AAAAAAAACd4/1OftaGTn7d4/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1jDg2uQ7As/TrryYLl7hgI/AAAAAAAACd4/1OftaGTn7d4/s320/106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet Finn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_SQiu-vodQ/Trryao5jHoI/AAAAAAAACeA/8p9YDQ_E1es/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_SQiu-vodQ/Trryao5jHoI/AAAAAAAACeA/8p9YDQ_E1es/s320/107.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven with his arm around the pumpkin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UYh3H2s9uw/TrrydLAjkbI/AAAAAAAACeI/W_MwHbb4Fqg/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UYh3H2s9uw/TrrydLAjkbI/AAAAAAAACeI/W_MwHbb4Fqg/s320/108.JPG" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian saw Piper kiss the pumpkin, so he also wanted to kiss the pumpkin in his picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiYrLZpiC4c/TrryeyaWdEI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AIS4sN0o_ak/s1600/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiYrLZpiC4c/TrryeyaWdEI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AIS4sN0o_ak/s320/109.JPG" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Piper decided to smile for a picture with our Jack 'O Lantern.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xWwd2gxcJ0/TrryhAe9qbI/AAAAAAAACeY/l6r2FBzjE7I/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xWwd2gxcJ0/TrryhAe9qbI/AAAAAAAACeY/l6r2FBzjE7I/s320/110.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn wanted me to take a picture with him karate chopping the Jack 'O Lantern.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwhKZFtKVZ0/TrrylTeyLYI/AAAAAAAACeg/qD4rjN6yOKs/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwhKZFtKVZ0/TrrylTeyLYI/AAAAAAAACeg/qD4rjN6yOKs/s320/111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few years ago, Granny Joyce found a cool light that changes colors to put in our Jack 'O Lantern. 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Where can you find pumpkins? At the pumpkin patch, of course! We went to the pumpkin patch one Saturday and I was very pleased at how well my kids cooperated with me taking their pictures!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There were alot of good photo opportunities that day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhwen8wdzE/TrBFV5kA_qI/AAAAAAAACXg/5Lh3gDq1stk/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhwen8wdzE/TrBFV5kA_qI/AAAAAAAACXg/5Lh3gDq1stk/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqVUh7pXDD4/TrBFY4I66BI/AAAAAAAACXo/l571DthK804/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqVUh7pXDD4/TrBFY4I66BI/AAAAAAAACXo/l571DthK804/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNFlg2mPRq4/TrBFkwPETaI/AAAAAAAACYA/mdBTOBIzfso/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNFlg2mPRq4/TrBFkwPETaI/AAAAAAAACYA/mdBTOBIzfso/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love how photogenic Finn is! I didn't realize that Seven was in the background crawling around on the pumpkins until I posted this picture. Oh well!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr7jCja-_yA/TrBFa1kA-fI/AAAAAAAACXw/b5i0ELaZ8Cw/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr7jCja-_yA/TrBFa1kA-fI/AAAAAAAACXw/b5i0ELaZ8Cw/s320/015.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's a day with our family without some silly pictures? Piper chose this pose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaZb4_NKwCA/TrBFfmMlihI/AAAAAAAACX4/vMCUXLZFMZo/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaZb4_NKwCA/TrBFfmMlihI/AAAAAAAACX4/vMCUXLZFMZo/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper chose to be off in the bushes for this one. I'm not sure what is going on with the boys...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JL9tS1vTKpk/TrBFp57KFfI/AAAAAAAACYI/r5FEY0Dpn0o/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JL9tS1vTKpk/TrBFp57KFfI/AAAAAAAACYI/r5FEY0Dpn0o/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think the silly pictures bring out each of my children's personalities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whtzz4zdQmc/TrBGDuvSLVI/AAAAAAAACZI/TMy0BiyuS3c/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whtzz4zdQmc/TrBGDuvSLVI/AAAAAAAACZI/TMy0BiyuS3c/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian found a pumpkin to hold. I guess Finn decided he found a pumpkin to pose by too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ8uYIgHAOg/TrBFsyki-UI/AAAAAAAACYQ/OA-n3fy7_8U/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ8uYIgHAOg/TrBFsyki-UI/AAAAAAAACYQ/OA-n3fy7_8U/s320/019.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper wanted me to take this picture of her. So I am sharing it with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jz3uZyTAOS8/TrBFvrsk0YI/AAAAAAAACYY/kq_VjmpnMMM/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jz3uZyTAOS8/TrBFvrsk0YI/AAAAAAAACYY/kq_VjmpnMMM/s320/020.JPG" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven is alot like Piper at times. He decided he needed to pose for his own picture, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9JHEwex7K4/TrBFzCKpr_I/AAAAAAAACYg/gz8UA8kZ3tw/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9JHEwex7K4/TrBFzCKpr_I/AAAAAAAACYg/gz8UA8kZ3tw/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian found another pumpkin to hold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5o95G87tKxE/TrBF5zI5zYI/AAAAAAAACYw/yYqsUwB08XQ/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5o95G87tKxE/TrBF5zI5zYI/AAAAAAAACYw/yYqsUwB08XQ/s320/023.JPG" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper saw this wagon and wanted her picture taken while she sat on it. Most likely, if she is anything like me (which she is), she won't always want her picture taken as she gets older, so when she asked for me to take her picture, I did!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbho263KXJ8/TrBF81z5izI/AAAAAAAACY4/FWMtRuUdqI0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbho263KXJ8/TrBF81z5izI/AAAAAAAACY4/FWMtRuUdqI0/s320/024.JPG" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven saw Piper getting her picture taken again and he (again) decided he wanted his picture taken. Funny how he didn't smile. Interesting spot he chose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhDrtmKQn-s/TrBGA3EEItI/AAAAAAAACZA/SD2ycdo_BVA/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhDrtmKQn-s/TrBGA3EEItI/AAAAAAAACZA/SD2ycdo_BVA/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After we were finished taking pictures and went on a hayride, it was time for the kids to pick out a small pumpkin to take home and decorate. Finn doesn't look too thrilled, but here is his pumpkin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2v78zUHAmU/TrBGHv8SEoI/AAAAAAAACZQ/RWiHpZElvm0/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2v78zUHAmU/TrBGHv8SEoI/AAAAAAAACZQ/RWiHpZElvm0/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper decided she didn't want to pick out a pumpkin. So, she just posed for another picture. Love that girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfSLbSVxXyU/TrBGLBfJHhI/AAAAAAAACZY/_HMbGfR0rxg/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfSLbSVxXyU/TrBGLBfJHhI/AAAAAAAACZY/_HMbGfR0rxg/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looks like Rilian saw how Finn showed me his pumpkin and did the same thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLyXgmIdZGQ/TrBGOtB9dII/AAAAAAAACZg/e2N9JE6PJAw/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLyXgmIdZGQ/TrBGOtB9dII/AAAAAAAACZg/e2N9JE6PJAw/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After carefully surveying all the pumpkins, Seven finally found THE one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaBn9Y62CeY/TrBGRoyfsHI/AAAAAAAACZo/YWpvG-GbX3s/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaBn9Y62CeY/TrBGRoyfsHI/AAAAAAAACZo/YWpvG-GbX3s/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I turned around after taking the picture of Seven and saw this...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA_jBOCcCYs/TrBGUzoTEiI/AAAAAAAACZw/mCGSAkLUVHw/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA_jBOCcCYs/TrBGUzoTEiI/AAAAAAAACZw/mCGSAkLUVHw/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took that to mean that Finn was done and we went home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids decorated their pumpkins that night. Finn decorated both sides. This is one side.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diaA0CaxzbI/TrBGYEPsc1I/AAAAAAAACZ4/9UIVNnWT1bs/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diaA0CaxzbI/TrBGYEPsc1I/AAAAAAAACZ4/9UIVNnWT1bs/s320/046.JPG" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this is the other side of his pumpkin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gQFOouW3kM/TrBGbE6mKwI/AAAAAAAACaA/ZxNu2EuXFvM/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gQFOouW3kM/TrBGbE6mKwI/AAAAAAAACaA/ZxNu2EuXFvM/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper proudly showing off the face she drew on her little pumpkin. Wait, didn't she say she didn't want a pumpkin when we were at the pumpkin patch? I decided to pick out one for her in case she changed her mind. Good thing I thought ahead :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6_pptbMvLY/TrBGducw0_I/AAAAAAAACaI/1H1uvfoPIrI/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6_pptbMvLY/TrBGducw0_I/AAAAAAAACaI/1H1uvfoPIrI/s320/048.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is actually the pumpkin I picked out for Piper, but Rilian willingly traded with her when she didn't want this one and wanted the one he picked out. What a sweet little brother!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDCQv3sV5Hc/TrBGgtuPhjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/bLETmd5D-7k/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDCQv3sV5Hc/TrBGgtuPhjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/bLETmd5D-7k/s320/050.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last, but not least, Seven and his pumpkin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUY--U8i798/TrBGjNNdJPI/AAAAAAAACaY/FglKJ3VNbMc/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUY--U8i798/TrBGjNNdJPI/AAAAAAAACaY/FglKJ3VNbMc/s320/052.JPG" width="283" /&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/1434747502468359848-255709176486824206?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/255709176486824206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/255709176486824206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/255709176486824206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbhwen8wdzE/TrBFV5kA_qI/AAAAAAAACXg/5Lh3gDq1stk/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7109935801138032927</id><published>2011-10-29T15:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:34:08.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Expresso For Your Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2p74IyyzM/TqsM2ozBj6I/AAAAAAAACXM/ILlu1DGimjc/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2p74IyyzM/TqsM2ozBj6I/AAAAAAAACXM/ILlu1DGimjc/s1600/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espresso for your Spirit, Hope and Humor for Pooped Out Parents, by Pam Vredevelt, was a good read. This book includes several stories from Pam's life about raising her children. Pam tells stories about good times and bad times. While reading Pam's stories, you realize you aren't the only one going through what you are going through. Parenting isn't always easy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each chapter ends with a page of either an encouraging word, a scripture, or a funny short story to make you laugh. This is a book that you could read whenever you have time. Most chapters are short, so that you can get a small "pick me up" as you go about your busy day. This book does not offer to solve your problems. It was written to provide encouragement for parents who need it, which is every parent at one point or another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone who is a parent and are busy like I am. I have four young children. Even if you only have one child or are pregnant with your first and haven't quite experienced parenthood yet, this would be a good encouraging book to read. Always remember, you are not alone and someone has been through exactly what you are going through as a parent right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this ebook from &lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks/"&gt;Waterbrook Multnumah&lt;/a&gt; for free. I was in no way asked to write a positive review. The opinions expressed are my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7109935801138032927?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7109935801138032927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-expresso-for-your-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7109935801138032927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7109935801138032927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-expresso-for-your-spirit.html' title='Book Review: Expresso For Your Spirit'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2p74IyyzM/TqsM2ozBj6I/AAAAAAAACXM/ILlu1DGimjc/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1218790357023203952</id><published>2011-10-24T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:20:03.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Having Older Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being the "baby" of the family often has its perks. But there are times, when being the youngest child in the family is not fun. Take Rilian here, for example...He has three older siblings. One sister and two brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One evening, Piper, Finn, Seven, and Rilian were all playing out back. We have a swimming pool and I leave it up to Jeremy to take care of it. You know, putting chemicals in it and making sure it is clear and clean. Well, he tries to keep up with it, but sometimes it gets forgotten about. You're probably going to think this is gross, but this one particular evening, the pool was in some really sad shape. There was scum in it...Piper, Finn, and Seven decided to take the scum out of the pool and they found the "perfect" place to put it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7dn2zpzmT8/TqTa3nrsUsI/AAAAAAAACV0/PKdR6tiMtok/s1600/scum+on+head.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7dn2zpzmT8/TqTa3nrsUsI/AAAAAAAACV0/PKdR6tiMtok/s320/scum+on+head.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the expression on Rilian's face, I don't think he agreed with his sibling's thoughts on where the scum should be relocated to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now for another example...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One evening, Finn, Seven, and Rilian were playing in Rilian's room. They usually don't play in there, but I didn't think too much of it. Then Rilian came out crying. I looked him over, made sure he wasn't bleeding, gave him a hug, and told him he was ok. He obviously was pretty upset about whatever happened in his room because he cried for a very long time about it. I just figured he was really tired, because he didn't get a very long nap that day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That night as I was brushing his teeth, I noticed his cheek was a little pink AND it was a little swollen. Then I thought to myself, "No wonder he cried so much about it!" I asked him what happened. He said, "Seven punched me." I didn't know whether to believe him or not, because he blames alot of things on Seven, even when Seven is innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In order to find out exactly what happened in his room, we sat Piper, Finn, Seven, and Rilian down and asked each one of them what happened. Well, Piper lucked out because she wasn't even in the room when it happened. Seven didn't admit to knowing what happened. Finn said Rilian fell off his bed and hit the floor. The next morning, Rilian said that he hit Seven's head. So, I don't know exactly what happened, but from what I gather, the boys were jumping on Rilian's bed and Rilian jumped off and his cheek hit Seven's head. Who's idea was it to jump off the bed? I don't know. But, once again, Rilian, being the youngest sibling, got the short end of the stick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next morning, his eye was swollen shut a little. And his face was starting to bruise. He really didn't want me to take his picture, so this is the best I could get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_4chI-J_Bg/TqTa7U3VBlI/AAAAAAAACV8/oiu_FMDKx_A/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_4chI-J_Bg/TqTa7U3VBlI/AAAAAAAACV8/oiu_FMDKx_A/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since he wasn't really cooperating first thing in the morning, I tried later on in the day to get a better picture. You can see how much it was swollen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-4dwtZuLCU/TqTa-8CmJGI/AAAAAAAACWM/WemwhtPy7FE/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-4dwtZuLCU/TqTa-8CmJGI/AAAAAAAACWM/WemwhtPy7FE/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I called the doctor to see if they needed to look at it. With the swelling being so close to his eye, we were worried they might need to drain it or do something about it. We also wondered if his cheekbone might be fractured. The doctor said not to bring him in, just give him Tylenol and keep an eye on it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Around dinner time, the swelling had gone down, but the bruising was getting worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjgcBdCvF0o/TqTbBFKD9gI/AAAAAAAACWU/GK0vPqRZO2Q/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjgcBdCvF0o/TqTbBFKD9gI/AAAAAAAACWU/GK0vPqRZO2Q/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It happened on a Wednesday or Thursday night. I started to count days to see when it MIGHT start to get better. I thought it MIGHT start to get better on Sunday. Great...we will be going to church on Sunday. What will his teachers think? As a parent, when things like this happen, you worry about someone calling Child Protective Services on you, thinking you beat your child. I wasn't too worried, I have worked for Child Protective Services before, so I know alot about the process. But the thought did cross my mind, just like any other parent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later on that same night, the bruising was worse and was starting to spread.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6jUwxcZVM/TqTbErrtwOI/AAAAAAAACWc/lAMCaKFGkFQ/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6jUwxcZVM/TqTbErrtwOI/AAAAAAAACWc/lAMCaKFGkFQ/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next morning, the bruising got darker. Rilian looks so pitiful in most of these pictures because he never wanted me to take a picture of how horrible his eye looked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cgc8B9WobfU/TqTbF94R39I/AAAAAAAACWk/F_iG0s_Fny8/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cgc8B9WobfU/TqTbF94R39I/AAAAAAAACWk/F_iG0s_Fny8/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While brushing his teeth, while getting ready for bed that night, I thought maybe he would cooperate and not have a pitiful look on his face. So, I took another picture. The bruising was darker yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQfJffZRtBA/TqTbIssicBI/AAAAAAAACWs/ggtp1pQRfJw/s1600/IMG_1430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQfJffZRtBA/TqTbIssicBI/AAAAAAAACWs/ggtp1pQRfJw/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next morning, the bruising was darker and starting to spread more. But hey, look! He is smiling!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsLpUrQWzS8/TqTbLOO1_cI/AAAAAAAACW0/RUcef4N_VEI/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsLpUrQWzS8/TqTbLOO1_cI/AAAAAAAACW0/RUcef4N_VEI/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four days after the initial injury, Rilian's eye started to slowly get better. The bruising was still pretty dark, but around the edges, it was starting to turn yellow. A good sign!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFwtmFE72sA/TqTbNcsVjzI/AAAAAAAACW8/qPGlpCGbxm8/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFwtmFE72sA/TqTbNcsVjzI/AAAAAAAACW8/qPGlpCGbxm8/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think it took about a week and a half or close to two weeks for it to completely heal. Poor little fellow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1218790357023203952?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1218790357023203952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/joys-of-having-older-siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1218790357023203952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1218790357023203952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/joys-of-having-older-siblings.html' title='The Joys of Having Older Siblings'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7dn2zpzmT8/TqTa3nrsUsI/AAAAAAAACV0/PKdR6tiMtok/s72-c/scum+on+head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-2720787769366710451</id><published>2011-10-20T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:46:56.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Texas Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last month the West Texas Fair and Rodeo came to town, starting with this &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/west-texas-fair-rodeo-parade.html"&gt;parade&lt;/a&gt;. The fair offers different discounts on different days. We decided to go on Tuesday, which was $2 ride night. This means that every ride only cost $2 to ride. Normally, they can cost up to $5 each to ride. With four children, we decided this would be the best night for us to go. Our kids love to ride the rides. By going on a cheaper ride night, they would have the opportunity to ride several rides. Plus, the kids had fair tickets from school and a friend of mine gave Jeremy and I tickets to get in. Score!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy saw this ride and thought it looked fun. I think it was called Hurricane. Jeremy, Piper, and Finn are in "car" 1. The "car" goes around in a circle while the arms that hold the "car" go up and down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYd2rP_wzDI/TpzQNonC5CI/AAAAAAAACUI/bhFsXharZuw/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYd2rP_wzDI/TpzQNonC5CI/AAAAAAAACUI/bhFsXharZuw/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After Piper and Finn got off the Hurricane, Jeremy and I knew they were not ready for &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/overTexas/index.aspx"&gt;Six Flags&lt;/a&gt; yet. They both were terrified! I wish I had taken a picture of Piper when she got off, her face was blank and pretty pale. I think she might have gotten a little bit of motion sickness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up was a "Fun House". Seven really liked this one last year and was really excited to do it again this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceQ61r-_rUE/TpzQQ1n6zsI/AAAAAAAACUQ/rcxml24bQ0o/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceQ61r-_rUE/TpzQQ1n6zsI/AAAAAAAACUQ/rcxml24bQ0o/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is towards the end of the "Fun House". They end by coming down a slide. Much more fun and enjoyable than the Hurricane, if you ask Piper and Finn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzwFUDorLEw/TpzQdWAR7CI/AAAAAAAACUY/wwKCcHdq3Bw/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzwFUDorLEw/TpzQdWAR7CI/AAAAAAAACUY/wwKCcHdq3Bw/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian is still pretty short on the height charts. We finally found a ride he could ride! Watch Finn. He was cracking me up! He looks like a rag doll being thrown, with his arms all floppy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f61da77053bbe13" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f61da77053bbe13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE39E491ABC833B30FBE83C77BA8BA8E5E634A2.753D084112DA7FF61A296A915B88B2FB482CC744%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f61da77053bbe13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAn7g09zJTTDKOFXl80wqu9idfwg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f61da77053bbe13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE39E491ABC833B30FBE83C77BA8BA8E5E634A2.753D084112DA7FF61A296A915B88B2FB482CC744%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f61da77053bbe13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAn7g09zJTTDKOFXl80wqu9idfwg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not only do my kids enjoy the rides at the fair, but they also love going to the petting zoo and feeding the animals. Well, we are still working on Rilian. He may not love them as much as his older siblings do. There were several donkeys that apparently were VERY hungry! You can tell that they really wanted the food!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCfmZnhsl6c/TpzRHfQknOI/AAAAAAAACUg/2S9v0Br3KCg/s1600/IMG_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCfmZnhsl6c/TpzRHfQknOI/AAAAAAAACUg/2S9v0Br3KCg/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the donkey pen was also a cute baby donkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ibk80QvKXU/TpzRJTo23SI/AAAAAAAACUo/YcudcqJTWl8/s1600/IMG_1408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ibk80QvKXU/TpzRJTo23SI/AAAAAAAACUo/YcudcqJTWl8/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy even got in on the feeding action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp3o1T-B4so/TpzRMCogP7I/AAAAAAAACUw/SUo7ziDt0Ak/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp3o1T-B4so/TpzRMCogP7I/AAAAAAAACUw/SUo7ziDt0Ak/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian wasn't too sure about some of the animals. He was more than happy to hand Jeremy some of his food to feed the animals with.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S077wJkjPM/TpzRNn9aBwI/AAAAAAAACU4/84elO6VELf0/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S077wJkjPM/TpzRNn9aBwI/AAAAAAAACU4/84elO6VELf0/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper and Finn feeding a llama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tGjk42Cf0A/TpzRQbFzCcI/AAAAAAAACVA/hfQBX719ldU/s1600/IMG_1411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tGjk42Cf0A/TpzRQbFzCcI/AAAAAAAACVA/hfQBX719ldU/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven was amazed by this huge tortoise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap-3F6IWIHw/TpzRWz7GN8I/AAAAAAAACVQ/zyGmGPQLoDY/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap-3F6IWIHw/TpzRWz7GN8I/AAAAAAAACVQ/zyGmGPQLoDY/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The emu was definitely one of the animals Rilian did NOT want to feed. Look at the expression on his face. I can understand though, emus are kinda creepy looking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNNIWL0OcPQ/TpzRaxr4hDI/AAAAAAAACVY/ilLrPIxhzrA/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNNIWL0OcPQ/TpzRaxr4hDI/AAAAAAAACVY/ilLrPIxhzrA/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These little goats were really cute. They looked like baby goats, but they were full grown. I don't remember what they were called, though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBeqSc00kck/TpzRdwbT3fI/AAAAAAAACVg/hx2nWvuf3dk/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBeqSc00kck/TpzRdwbT3fI/AAAAAAAACVg/hx2nWvuf3dk/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess Finn and Piper thought this donkey didn't need food, so they pet it instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GZjxtXbjjw/TpzRhDqq3CI/AAAAAAAACVo/XRu227NH6w8/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GZjxtXbjjw/TpzRhDqq3CI/AAAAAAAACVo/XRu227NH6w8/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian kept saying, "I don't like that one." &amp;nbsp;Apparently, the goats are not a favorite either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bd56ef41a127414" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bd56ef41a127414%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766BA9A707C57012AB880E1AA67F7B288336D0A7.7C438A58D7783E83549BAF6AFBEF18D4BF7D27E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bd56ef41a127414%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8P3HciM6pQK6djdtb4-98QugJkc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bd56ef41a127414%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766BA9A707C57012AB880E1AA67F7B288336D0A7.7C438A58D7783E83549BAF6AFBEF18D4BF7D27E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bd56ef41a127414%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8P3HciM6pQK6djdtb4-98QugJkc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian tries again, to feed an animal. I thought he had gotten brave when I saw him trying to feed the white horse. I just couldn't figure out why the horse couldn't get the food. There as a sign in the way! Poor horse was trying SO hard to get the food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ec924962d84fc03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ec924962d84fc03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17FD9D23CA35CA3AAE3612BB33792292063629BA.C3DE4E3BC39A44348F1332E26D9F3BA076B111D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ec924962d84fc03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbNwISWYWR7XlscE0_24mM__Z_nI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ec924962d84fc03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17FD9D23CA35CA3AAE3612BB33792292063629BA.C3DE4E3BC39A44348F1332E26D9F3BA076B111D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ec924962d84fc03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbNwISWYWR7XlscE0_24mM__Z_nI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you like how Rilian backs away when the hungry donkey realizes there is a little boy with food?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On Thursday, it was Cantastic night at the fair. This means that you can take 6 empty Coke cans to get into the fair. Sounds pretty easy, huh? Jeremy and I decided to go on Thursday and have a date. We got in for free, thanks to Jeremy's love of Coke! It was pretty easy to come up with 12 Coke cans. We enjoyed eating dinner at the fair and looking at exhibits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-2720787769366710451?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/2720787769366710451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/west-texas-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2720787769366710451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2720787769366710451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/west-texas-fair.html' title='West Texas Fair'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYd2rP_wzDI/TpzQNonC5CI/AAAAAAAACUI/bhFsXharZuw/s72-c/IMG_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1042340904034522996</id><published>2011-10-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:38:59.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL Salon Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy and I watched the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398286/"&gt;Tangled&lt;/a&gt;". If you haven't seen it, SPOILER ALERT...Rapunzel cuts her hair at the end. Jeremy thought I should cut my hair like that. I thought about it and thought about it AND thought about it. I had never had my hair cut that short before. I thought I'd give it a try, knowing that it will always grow back. So, I took took the plunge a couple of months ago and did it! When I came home with my new haircut, Piper decided she wanted her hair cut like that. &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/pipers-new-doo.html"&gt;She had just had her hair cut&lt;/a&gt; not too long before that, so I told her when it was time to cut her hair again, we would get it cut like that. Also, Piper kept telling me she wanted bangs. Piper has a history of taking matters into her own hands, a.k.a. cutting her own hair. I didn't want to wait too much longer, fearing she would do it again. Plus, my hair needed a trim. So I made an appointment and we went to a salon here in town. Piper has been to &lt;a href="http://www.coolcuts4kids.com/trialofferSR/"&gt;Cool Cuts&lt;/a&gt; before, but this salon was a REAL salon, a salon that adults go to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper's hair wasn't that long, but you can see the length that it was, as our stylist friend is starting to cut it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfZuGEx49hY/TopaiUxT2fI/AAAAAAAACTg/NGdb3_QEboM/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfZuGEx49hY/TopaiUxT2fI/AAAAAAAACTg/NGdb3_QEboM/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A view from the back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9sOrT-TIsA/TopakVOAxYI/AAAAAAAACTk/CNS3bCRvps0/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9sOrT-TIsA/TopakVOAxYI/AAAAAAAACTk/CNS3bCRvps0/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper's bangs were sectioned off in preparation to be cut. I didn't really want her to get bangs, but as I have said before, it is her hair AND it will grow back. It is now a few weeks later and Piper has decided to grow her bangs back out :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PvD91f7Blk/TopamR5e2vI/AAAAAAAACTo/8LtoM2nr0LE/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PvD91f7Blk/TopamR5e2vI/AAAAAAAACTo/8LtoM2nr0LE/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making the bangs the correct length.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAJxJ6mpKA0/TopaqvVvEiI/AAAAAAAACTs/twlx94u6Vos/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAJxJ6mpKA0/TopaqvVvEiI/AAAAAAAACTs/twlx94u6Vos/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper's hair was all cut and it is now time to style it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ei3KX8zhQM/TopatfXXyvI/AAAAAAAACTw/oumkpAQ_MOA/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ei3KX8zhQM/TopatfXXyvI/AAAAAAAACTw/oumkpAQ_MOA/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZd6V14m3rg/TopawEGTvHI/AAAAAAAACT0/BJKGG-PsrJ4/s1600/IMG_1382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZd6V14m3rg/TopawEGTvHI/AAAAAAAACT0/BJKGG-PsrJ4/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The finished and styled product...Look! It's Rapunzel, with bangs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qwU_UYwIgs/Topex0uURsI/AAAAAAAACT8/b7Zw8axKMAY/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qwU_UYwIgs/Topex0uURsI/AAAAAAAACT8/b7Zw8axKMAY/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like I said, I also got mine trimmed and of course, you can't get a trim and not get your hair styled. So, here were are together. Like mother, like daughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7man1eOcV5U/Tope29GohPI/AAAAAAAACUE/5kJFh9G0ekw/s1600/IMG_1394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7man1eOcV5U/Tope29GohPI/AAAAAAAACUE/5kJFh9G0ekw/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_215043589"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_215043590"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1042340904034522996?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1042340904034522996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-salon-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1042340904034522996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1042340904034522996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-salon-visit.html' title='A REAL Salon Visit'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfZuGEx49hY/TopaiUxT2fI/AAAAAAAACTg/NGdb3_QEboM/s72-c/IMG_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-258121798052096282</id><published>2011-10-01T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:33:29.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Hermie, A Common Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1g9OA3TQWIM/ToXhPqbCaOI/AAAAAAAACS0/bRa2geqhAS4/s1600/Hermie.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1g9OA3TQWIM/ToXhPqbCaOI/AAAAAAAACS0/bRa2geqhAS4/s200/Hermie.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermie, a Common Caterpillar is written by Max Lucado. It is about a caterpillar who is just a common caterpillar. He keeps asking God why he is just a common caterpillar. God reminds Hermie that He isn't finished with him yet. At the end of this story, we find out God's plan for Hermie. But, you will have to read the story in order to find out what it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermie, a Common Caterpillar was very colorfully illustrated. My kids loved all the beautiful pictures of the caterpillars and other bugs. This particular version of Hermie, a Common Caterpillar was a Level Two Reader. It was made for a child who is in the beginning stages of reading. My daughter enjoyed reading it on her own. In fact, she has read it several times and enjoyed it just as much each time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would recommend this book. It is a good book to remind us that we can talk to God when we are bothered by things we cannot do. Hermie, a Common Caterpillar also is a good book to read to remind us that God isn't finished with us. He is still working on us and has a plan for our lives. This book reminds us that we need to be patient with God and that God's timing may not be our timing. Hermie, a Common Caterpillar is also a book to remind us that prayer works and God DOES answer prayers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book from &lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;BookSneeze&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for free to review. I was not required to say anything positive about the book. All the opinions I expressed were my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/1434747502468359848-258121798052096282?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/258121798052096282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-hermie-common-caterpillar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/258121798052096282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/258121798052096282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-hermie-common-caterpillar.html' title='Book Review: Hermie, A Common Caterpillar'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1g9OA3TQWIM/ToXhPqbCaOI/AAAAAAAACS0/bRa2geqhAS4/s72-c/Hermie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1113922995721620370</id><published>2011-09-27T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:21:56.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Texas Fair &amp; Rodeo Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My family lives in West Texas. If you have ever met a Texan, you know how prideful they are of their state. In the town we live in, we have a parade in September to celebrate West Texas. This parade signifies the start of the West Texas Fair and Rodeo, in my mind. (I will blog about the fair soon.) But since the parade comes before we go to the fair, this post comes first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My kids like going to parades, so I took this opportunity to take them to the parade. Jeremy was out of town, so I am very thankful that my mom could come with me and my four kids to the parade. Rilian, Finn, and Seven chose front row seating (on the street) for the parade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF1S2ZKJ5QA/ToIlEX42HCI/AAAAAAAACSY/5pmNMpPAT6M/s1600/IMG_1371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF1S2ZKJ5QA/ToIlEX42HCI/AAAAAAAACSY/5pmNMpPAT6M/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper decided she wanted to sit in the balcony (the bed of a friend's truck) to watch the parade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8HmNzEdeA/ToIlFz29KsI/AAAAAAAACSc/msRX_5SJVGA/s1600/IMG_1372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8HmNzEdeA/ToIlFz29KsI/AAAAAAAACSc/msRX_5SJVGA/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What exactly is the West Texas Fair and Rodeo Parade? It consists of more than enough entries. If you ask me, this parade is the longest parade in history. But if you sit there and watch the entire 1 hour and 30 minutes, you will see horses...several times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn7kMH5BOUM/ToIlHZt7iLI/AAAAAAAACSg/4mINSGknTzA/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn7kMH5BOUM/ToIlHZt7iLI/AAAAAAAACSg/4mINSGknTzA/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tractors...several times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODgmGhreY5g/ToIlIsIaSDI/AAAAAAAACSk/X8g1D79T9t4/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODgmGhreY5g/ToIlIsIaSDI/AAAAAAAACSk/X8g1D79T9t4/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And several different marching bands, from around the area.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6whA8_0dwg/ToIlKcvtEYI/AAAAAAAACSo/HC4zfBszCPg/s1600/IMG_1375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6whA8_0dwg/ToIlKcvtEYI/AAAAAAAACSo/HC4zfBszCPg/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After all, what else is there in west Texas besides horses, tractors, and marching bands?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian really liked the marching bands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d650accb46d5d8bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd650accb46d5d8bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BB01B578B09B1FB9780FC6DD748B658144304D2.2599CEE5C310445BE2766B71273B9CEC5510940%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd650accb46d5d8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqxkovhb5cmzKC0CIauPZCHywsKU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd650accb46d5d8bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BB01B578B09B1FB9780FC6DD748B658144304D2.2599CEE5C310445BE2766B71273B9CEC5510940%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd650accb46d5d8bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqxkovhb5cmzKC0CIauPZCHywsKU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1113922995721620370?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1113922995721620370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/west-texas-fair-rodeo-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1113922995721620370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1113922995721620370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/west-texas-fair-rodeo-parade.html' title='West Texas Fair &amp; Rodeo Parade'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF1S2ZKJ5QA/ToIlEX42HCI/AAAAAAAACSY/5pmNMpPAT6M/s72-c/IMG_1371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3010217686732583829</id><published>2011-09-21T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:32:24.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are Watching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I attend &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; locally. I have attended faithfully for the past three years and have decided to join the steering committee this year, which starts my fourth year of MOPS. My friend, &lt;a href="http://blasingamefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;, and I have the role of hospitality. What does that mean? We are in charge of making sure there is food at every meeting. We welcome new moms, (moms that are attending MOPS for the first time) with a small gift. We also hand out gifts to newly expecting moms. Lauren and I also get to plan an occasional night out for MOPS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before our first meeting, &lt;a href="http://www.childrensbookquotes.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;, our MOPS coordinator, asked me if I would give a marriage/love tip occasionally. I am not an expert on this subject, but I have really enjoyed reading &lt;a href="http://www.sexuallyconfidentwife.com/blog/"&gt;Shannon Ethridge's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. I have heard her speak a few times and have really enjoyed it. If you ever get the chance to hear her speak, TAKE IT! Because I have shared some of Shannon's tips and advice, Kristi thought I might like to give a marriage/love tip to MOPS. I accepted the "challenge" and here is what I told MOPS at the first meeting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe it or not, your kids watch you even when you think they aren't...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One night a couple of years ago, my mother-in-law (Joyce) was watching my kids for me. She told me the following story when I came to pick them up. She said she heard Piper (who was around 5 years old at the time) say to Finn (who was around 4 years old at the time), "No, Finn! The Mom is supposed to be on top!" As my mother-in-law told me this, my mind started racing, thinking, "What in the world? What have my children seen my husband and I doing?" I don't know if I had a shocked expression on my face or not, but I was relieved when Joyce told me what she saw Piper and Finn reenacting. My husband has a bad back and he lays on the floor and has me walk on his back in hopes that I can relieve some of the pain. Hence, the "mommy on top" statement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now my daughter is 7 years old. She is starting to ask questions about all kinds of things in life. She is pretty random about it at times, too. One day, she said to me, "I know that you and Daddy play games in your bed at night. I saw you." I tried to remain calm and not look surprised at her statement. I calmly replied, "What kind of games?" She said, "On your iPhone." I said, "Yep."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As you can tell, my children are very observant. I had no idea that Piper had seen me playing games on my iPhone at night in my bed. If you have children, I am sure your children are just as observant. My 4 year old son, Seven, is seriously a sponge! And he has a memory like an elephant! They are watching...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As a parent, you should be intentional about what you let your kids see, not what you keep from them, but what you show them. The following story, written by &lt;a href="http://www.terricajoy.com/"&gt;Terrica Smith&lt;/a&gt;, is an excellent example:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Secrets to a Happy Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;February 23rd, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;by Terrica Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A few years ago Josh and I were strolling thru the mall hand-in-hand when a little elderly man shuffled towards us, cane in hand. I was concerned for a moment that he didn't see us and began to ease out of his way, until he reached out a hand and warm smile to stop us, "Excuse me there, young man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We slowed. "Yes, sir?" my good mannered, southern boy responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"You two married?" The bluntness of his question shocked us both momentarily. I got the distinct impression we had a "talkin' to" coming our way. I glanced around nervously, racking my brain. What in the world did we DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Um...yes, sir?" Josh offered, more a question than an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The old man stared silently for a moment at our still intertwined hands, then smiled up at us, eyes twinkling. "My wife, she was my best friend in the whole world. I loved her all my life. Gracious, I still love her." He chuckled quietly to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He had our attention, but neither of us knew where he was going or whether to respond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"She was beautiful, really, my best friend. I miss her every day." He paused, staring at the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I resisted reaching for him, this complete stranger, wrapping him in my arms like a beloved grandfather I'd known all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He looked up suddenly serious, shuffling closer, pointing emphatically as he spoke, "Now you listen to me, you hear. Do you know, I held my wife's hand every day. That's what you do, you hold hands. You have to touch. That's how you love. If you want to be in love all your life, don't ever stop holdin' hands." He slouched back slightly, eyes twinkling, beaming as if he'd just entrusted us with the secret to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I grinned slowly ear to ear. I had just fallen in love with the old man. I was tempted &amp;nbsp;to drag him to the nearest bench begging to hear his life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Thank you," I whispered with absolute sincerity, awestruck by his simple, violent wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;With a knowing smile, he patted Josh firmly on the shoulder and shuffled away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We turned to watch him. "Wow," Josh breathed, breaking his silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Yeah," I responded, shaking my head in disbelief, "what a treasure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"What?" he asked. "The old man or what he said?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I turned to him, squeezing his hand, "Both. Absolutely both."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Holding hands may seem an insignificant 'secret', but don't underestimate the power of such a simple, profoundly intimate act. When you take your spouses' hand you're communicating, "I'm with you. We're in this together. I want to be here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's a simple practice in safeguarding your marriage as well, as you're communicating to the rest of the world, "I'm with him." (Don't even try, suckers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The above article by Terrica was originally posted at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sexuallyconfidentwife.com/blog/2010/02/secrets-to-a-happy-marriage/"&gt;http://www.sexuallyconfidentwife.com/blog/2010/02/secrets-to-a-happy-marriage/&lt;/a&gt;. If you would like to read more from Terrica, please visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.terricajoy.com/"&gt;http://www.terricajoy.com/&lt;/a&gt;, where she writes about love, art, travel, and food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes as a parent with young children it is hard to hold your husband's hand because you have to hold your children's hand so they don't run off. I completely understand this! I have FOUR children! Try to make the effort to intentionally hold your husband's hand every chance you get. Perhaps, you get the chance to go out on a date with your husband, hold his hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeBtoP86d7M/Tnn2mpO_LvI/AAAAAAAACSU/dgjTCXDE-Gk/s1600/holding_hands_shadow-10622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeBtoP86d7M/Tnn2mpO_LvI/AAAAAAAACSU/dgjTCXDE-Gk/s320/holding_hands_shadow-10622.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-3010217686732583829?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3010217686732583829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-are-watching.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3010217686732583829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3010217686732583829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-are-watching.html' title='They Are Watching...'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeBtoP86d7M/Tnn2mpO_LvI/AAAAAAAACSU/dgjTCXDE-Gk/s72-c/holding_hands_shadow-10622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-2270911138769659406</id><published>2011-09-16T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:52:30.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper's Giving Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper wore a pretty dress to school one day. Of course, she had to wear nice dress shoes to go with it. This meant that she had to take tennis shoes to change into for P.E. class. No big deal. When I went to pick Piper up from school she was wearing her pretty dress and her Nike tennis shoes. Perhaps she didn't have enough time after P.E. class to change her shoes. Or maybe she just didn't feel like putting her dress shoes back on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't think too much of it. This is Piper we are talking about and I cannot understand why she chooses to wear what she chooses to wear sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we got home, Piper says, "I gave my shoes to my friend because she was just dying to have them." I was almost in shock. I knew I had to respond, but how? I wasn't quite sure how to respond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What would you have done if your daughter gave away these shoes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFYQ24dL4IQ/TnIiwOAwp6I/AAAAAAAACSQ/K4T52JrMNCE/s1600/IMG_1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFYQ24dL4IQ/TnIiwOAwp6I/AAAAAAAACSQ/K4T52JrMNCE/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper hadn't really done anything bad. Was it wrong for her to give away a pair of shoes? It was just a material item.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After I got over the initial shock, I told Piper that it was very nice to give away her shoes. But next time, she needs to ask Mommy or Daddy if she can give them away. She can tell her friend that she needs to ask her Mommy or Daddy before she gives whatever away that her friends want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through the years, I have come to realize that Piper's love language is gifts. She was showing her friend how much she likes her by giving her a pair of shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told Piper that if her friend gives her shoes back, to bring them home. When Piper got home from school the next day, I asked her if her friend gave her shoes back. She said, "No, she was wearing them at school." I just had to laugh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What would you have done?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/1434747502468359848-2270911138769659406?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/2270911138769659406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/pipers-giving-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2270911138769659406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2270911138769659406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/pipers-giving-heart.html' title='Piper&apos;s Giving Heart'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFYQ24dL4IQ/TnIiwOAwp6I/AAAAAAAACSQ/K4T52JrMNCE/s72-c/IMG_1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7213097211949035335</id><published>2011-09-13T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:25:05.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilian's Furry Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day, this little Chihuahua was found outside our house near the street. It had a two different tags on it, with two different phone numbers. I called the first one and no one answered. So, I called the second one. Here is how the conversation went when the lady answered the phone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: I found your dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY: No, I'm not missing a dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: Well, it has your phone number on its tag.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY: I don't know how you could have my dog. We have lots of dogs and they are all here...What does it look like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: It's a Chihuahua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY: What color is it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: Well, what color Chihuahua are you missing? (I did not want to give this lady someone else's dog. We have lost a dog before and know what it is like to never see them again.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY: Is it black?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I hear her talking to another lady in the background. They are talking about not missing a dog and all of them are there at their house. The lady I am talking to is telling another lady in the background that I am saying I have their dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By now I am getting a little annoyed with this lady. Seriously? THIS dog that I am holding in my hands, has HER number on it...the number that I just dialed and she just answered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: If this isn't your dog, then why does her tag have your number on it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LADY: It's not mine. I am not missing any dogs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I hung up the phone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was really annoyed now. Seriously?!? Why would the tag have her phone number if the dog isn't hers? How could she not know that she was missing a dog? When we lost one of our Siberian Huskies, we were greatly saddened. It was like losing a child! Maybe she had so many dogs that she couldn't keep up with them and really did not realize that one was missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, what did I do? I called the pound. I just thought I'd let them sort out the mess. While I was waiting on the pound to come get this Chihuahua, I put it out in the backyard. I didn't know if it was house broken. Plus, I did not know anything about the dog, so I really didn't want it in my house. Our fence has places where a Chihuahua could escape, so I tied it up. Rilian really liked the Chihuahua and wanted to walk it, so I let him. First, he bent down to pet it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91g1fdNzGn4/Tm15r5XF2UI/AAAAAAAACSA/V0ZnRgd2ECw/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91g1fdNzGn4/Tm15r5XF2UI/AAAAAAAACSA/V0ZnRgd2ECw/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then she layed down in the cool dirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVs5Z8TfNzM/Tm15uY7_moI/AAAAAAAACSE/wQM4zDrymjo/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVs5Z8TfNzM/Tm15uY7_moI/AAAAAAAACSE/wQM4zDrymjo/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is a video of Rilian walking his furry friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f45f65d8a63bfffb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df45f65d8a63bfffb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FAEC6513A029222417282FF878ED5812E007571.9EC038E738070EAE33A18C67C765DA1675F4741%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df45f65d8a63bfffb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbhzdist4EPsbNgxyE1QZzccp-g4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df45f65d8a63bfffb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FAEC6513A029222417282FF878ED5812E007571.9EC038E738070EAE33A18C67C765DA1675F4741%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df45f65d8a63bfffb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbhzdist4EPsbNgxyE1QZzccp-g4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then it was time for Rilian to take a nap. I left a bowl of water outside for the Chihuahua while she waited on the pound to come get her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the man arrived from the pound, he told me he thought they had had her before. If that is the case, they would scan her and find out where her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microchip_implant_(animal)"&gt;microchip&lt;/a&gt; says she lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, turns out, later on that afternoon, my neighbor across the street came knocking on my door asking if I had seen a little dog earlier that day. I told him I called the phone number on her tag and they said she did not belong to them, so I called the pound. I told him if I see her again, I will know where she belongs. Apparently, the Chihuahua belongs to him and his family and they did not put their phone number her tags. Needless to say, after he walked back across the street to his house, he went to the pound to get his dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, pet owners....PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, put YOUR contact information on your pet's tag! I don't want to have to talk to anymore "dumb" people when I find your pet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7213097211949035335?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7213097211949035335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/rilians-furry-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7213097211949035335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7213097211949035335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/rilians-furry-friend.html' title='Rilian&apos;s Furry Friend'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91g1fdNzGn4/Tm15r5XF2UI/AAAAAAAACSA/V0ZnRgd2ECw/s72-c/IMG_1312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-405201879371116997</id><published>2011-09-08T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:07:34.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Love You More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrh9DN5QlMI/TmeZnN7KkjI/AAAAAAAACR4/6_45xZhOvbA/s1600/loveyoumorecover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrh9DN5QlMI/TmeZnN7KkjI/AAAAAAAACR4/6_45xZhOvbA/s320/loveyoumorecover.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love You More by Jennifer Grant, is a story of a mother of three young children, who feels a call from God to adopt a fourth child. In this story, Jennifer tells about the things she goes through while waiting to bring her baby girl home from Guatemala. She also tells about what trials a family may face when adopting an interracial child. Jennifer not only tells about what trials and judgement she faced when adopting a Guatemalan child, but she also tells about what great joy she had when she was finally able to bring her daughter home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really enjoyed reading this book. If you are planning to adopt a child, I would definitely recommend this book. Jennifer did not gloss over anything. She told it like it was. The positive and the negative. I knew a little about the adoption process before reading this book, but I can say I know alot more about the adoption process and what a family goes through when adopting a child. Even if you aren't considering adoption, I would still recommend this book. It is a good read.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: I received this book from &lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;Booksneeze&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for free to review. I was not required to say anything positive about this book. The above opinion is all my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-405201879371116997?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/405201879371116997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-review-love-you-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/405201879371116997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/405201879371116997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-review-love-you-more.html' title='Book Review: Love You More'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrh9DN5QlMI/TmeZnN7KkjI/AAAAAAAACR4/6_45xZhOvbA/s72-c/loveyoumorecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-46587620172131152</id><published>2011-09-05T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:19:17.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Step Closer to Being All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A few weeks ago, we put a twin bed in Rilian's room. He wasn't technically sleeping in a crib anymore. It was still his crib, but we had taken the side off, so it was more like a bed. He was so excited to have a big boy bed. He could hardly sit still. That's why his leg is blurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-PV0sFA_vs/TmOLI258qfI/AAAAAAAACRs/NavayjMkj1s/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-PV0sFA_vs/TmOLI258qfI/AAAAAAAACRs/NavayjMkj1s/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then we tucked him in for the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1jJGjrzEsQ/TmOLL_Qq21I/AAAAAAAACRw/OCCZRC8G5So/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1jJGjrzEsQ/TmOLL_Qq21I/AAAAAAAACRw/OCCZRC8G5So/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian has always loved to sleep with tons of things. He has remained faithful to his orange kitty, seen laying on the edge of his new bed. But this night he decided to take binoculars and a little green dragon to bed with him, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRpQBofxmmU/TmOLOGKFpNI/AAAAAAAACR0/8Vr0ZFno-NY/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRpQBofxmmU/TmOLOGKFpNI/AAAAAAAACR0/8Vr0ZFno-NY/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now Rilian is one more step closer to being all grown up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-46587620172131152?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/46587620172131152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-more-step-closer-to-being-all-grown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/46587620172131152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/46587620172131152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-more-step-closer-to-being-all-grown.html' title='One More Step Closer to Being All Grown Up'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-PV0sFA_vs/TmOLI258qfI/AAAAAAAACRs/NavayjMkj1s/s72-c/IMG_1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7304886080071195052</id><published>2011-08-30T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:38:13.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper's Little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper, my seven-year-old daughter, often tells me she wants a sister. She has three younger brothers. I often reply that God only gave her brothers. One day, one of her brothers must have done something to really make her mad that day. She kept on and on about how much she wanted a sister. So, I finally told her that I can't have anymore babies. She asked why I couldn't have anymore babies. I told her that I had a surgery that made my body not able to have anymore babies. I told her four babies is enough for me. I don't know how much she totally understood all that, but I answered her question. She mostly wishes she had a sister when she gets upset with her brothers. She has told me, at times, that her brothers are mean. I told Piper that sisters can be mean, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On another occasion that Seven, Piper's four-year-old brother, happened to make Piper mad, she wrote a letter to her friend's mom. Piper wrote in the letter that she would trade Seven for her friend (who is a girl). And Seven would live with that family now. It might have been a nice thought to Piper, but Piper's friend's mom wasn't falling for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, I don't want you to think that Piper and her brothers never get along. Alot of the time, they play with each other really well and get along great. But everyone has their days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In our house, we have some dress-up clothes. We have mostly dresses as dress-up clothes. This doesn't quite make sense since we only have one girl and THREE boys. I'm not sure what's going on with that. Anyway, the boys really don't mind playing dress-up with Piper in "her" dress-up clothes. It is quite comical to see my three boys (ages 6, 4, and 2 1/2) wearing a dress-up dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The past week or so, Piper has really enjoyed dressing up Rilian, her 2 1/2 year old brother. And he just lets her! This is what she came up with the other day. He wouldn't look at the camera at first. Maybe he could read my mind that I was going to put it on my blog and he would be embarrassed about it when he got older...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRGVMZN9QIc/Tl2jB7doi5I/AAAAAAAACRo/Ps00BJZD3S4/s1600/IMG_1271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRGVMZN9QIc/Tl2jB7doi5I/AAAAAAAACRo/Ps00BJZD3S4/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I at least got him to look up some.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b751qJGc1MY/Tl2i-Xrt_LI/AAAAAAAACRk/6bMYv8v37yA/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b751qJGc1MY/Tl2i-Xrt_LI/AAAAAAAACRk/6bMYv8v37yA/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I apologize for the quality of the pictures. They were taken in a darker room and with my phone. But hey, I still got a picture. What would we do without today's awesome technology?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps, this is Piper's way of getting a "little sister".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you were expecting my post to be about us expecting...well, like I said before, I have been fixed. I cannot have anymore babies. Unless God says we are having another baby, we are not. I should really be careful how many times I say that. I have said it several times. I sure wouldn't want God to get any ideas. He does have quite the sense of humor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7304886080071195052?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7304886080071195052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/pipers-little-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7304886080071195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7304886080071195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/pipers-little-sister.html' title='Piper&apos;s Little Sister'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRGVMZN9QIc/Tl2jB7doi5I/AAAAAAAACRo/Ps00BJZD3S4/s72-c/IMG_1271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7106742889712927110</id><published>2011-08-27T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:38:44.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Life, In Spite of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0yjEK5hRDY/TlldNu3MbII/AAAAAAAACRg/lRAYDII1M44/s1600/6850317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0yjEK5hRDY/TlldNu3MbII/AAAAAAAACRg/lRAYDII1M44/s1600/6850317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, In Spite of Me, Extraordinary Hope After a Fatal Choice by Kristen Jane Anderson was a book I had a hard time putting down. When I first picked it up to read, I was hooked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, In Spite of Me, is Kristen's story. Everyone has a story to tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There were alot of things that had happened in Kristen's life, from death of a family member, rape, and a friend's suicide. All these things and thoughts she held inside and did not talk to anyone about them. She started partying and going out with friends and stopped caring about school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One night Kristen decided to end her life. When she was seventeen and felt she could not live it anymore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she laid down on the train tracks and was run over by 33 train cars which severed her legs off. After her failed attempt at suicide, she began to realize that God had a plan for keeping her alive. She shouldn't have lived, but she did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This inspirational story tells about her struggles with that decision she made and how she learns to live again, after that nightmare of a night. From going to rehab and psych wards, Kristen slowly rediscovers a will to live and what she feels is God's plan for her life now. If you or anyone you know is struggling with depression, this would be a good book to read. If you don't know anyone who is struggling with depression, it would still be a good read. I highly recommend this very inspirational story!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can read more about Kristen &lt;a href="http://www.reachingyouministries.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure: I received this book for free from &lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks/"&gt;WaterBrook Multnomah&lt;/a&gt;. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7106742889712927110?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7106742889712927110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-review-life-in-spite-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7106742889712927110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7106742889712927110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-review-life-in-spite-of-me.html' title='Book Review: Life, In Spite of Me'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0yjEK5hRDY/TlldNu3MbII/AAAAAAAACRg/lRAYDII1M44/s72-c/6850317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-4134853293775321557</id><published>2011-08-25T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:08:11.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Grader and My 2nd Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper and Finn's first day of school was this past Monday. Finn is now in 1st grade and Piper is in 2nd grade. They were both glad to be going back to school to see all their friends again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn is a gamer. He LOVES video games and computer games. So, this is the backpack he picked out for school. It is just perfect for him!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrpMtcUG3og/TlWxBz3oALI/AAAAAAAACRI/LAn_zArsRkU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrpMtcUG3og/TlWxBz3oALI/AAAAAAAACRI/LAn_zArsRkU/s320/001.JPG" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn's teacher this year, for 1st grade, is Mrs. Landers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We have a friend who comes and reads to Mrs. Landers' class each week. We are excited for Finn, and our friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4M0vup0OXs/TlWxMLGHYNI/AAAAAAAACRY/Yi1RsIi5yDc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4M0vup0OXs/TlWxMLGHYNI/AAAAAAAACRY/Yi1RsIi5yDc/s320/005.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper posing for her first day of 2nd grade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3fIYfsRyYA/TlWxGtyOc9I/AAAAAAAACRQ/boyr3umT-D0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3fIYfsRyYA/TlWxGtyOc9I/AAAAAAAACRQ/boyr3umT-D0/s320/003.JPG" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was like &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/sevens-first-day-of-pre-k.html"&gt;Seven&lt;/a&gt; and didn't want to take off her backpack either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ypI9tF9I6q8/TlWxIVtOK6I/AAAAAAAACRU/aQOf3XgaRp0/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ypI9tF9I6q8/TlWxIVtOK6I/AAAAAAAACRU/aQOf3XgaRp0/s320/004.JPG" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper was excited to find out that Mrs. Poorman is her 2nd grade teacher. I think she was a little disappointed when she found out her friend, Gustavo, isn't in her class this year. But her other buddy, Jazz (Jasreal), is in her class. Piper and Gustavo say they are going to date in high school, but they are just friends now. Then after college, they plan to get married. We shall see :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYkMkSSDJa8/TlWxQNvXbdI/AAAAAAAACRc/60x1Gi0uZT4/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYkMkSSDJa8/TlWxQNvXbdI/AAAAAAAACRc/60x1Gi0uZT4/s320/006.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I managed to hold it together this year. No tears streamed down my face. Not one single tear escaped my tear ducts. I didn't have to fight the tears too hard, just a little. Not even on Seven's first day of preschool. I'll admit I did have to fight the tears a little harder on Seven's first day of preschool, but I still managed to hold them in...I must be growing up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-4134853293775321557?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/4134853293775321557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-1st-grader-and-my-2nd-grader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4134853293775321557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4134853293775321557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-1st-grader-and-my-2nd-grader.html' title='My 1st Grader and My 2nd Grader'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrpMtcUG3og/TlWxBz3oALI/AAAAAAAACRI/LAn_zArsRkU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-8069843608352549984</id><published>2011-08-23T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:27:18.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven's First Day of Pre K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was hard for me to believe in April that Seven turned 4 years old. What happens after you turn 4 years old? You get to go to preschool! Seven was SO exited to go to his first day of preschool last Wednesday! We went backpack shopping and he found just the one he wanted. I think that made him even more excited to start school. I marked his first day of preschool on his calendar, to help him know when he would finally go to school. Each night as he marked off that day, he would count down the days until his first day of school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then, the morning FINALLY came when he got to go to his first day of school, last Wednesday! He was beyond excited. He wanted to eat breakfast with his backpack on, but I told him we could put it on after he was done eating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is Seven right before we walked out the door to leave for preschool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Trv9fMr2_4/TlD-J8s8B9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/odB2DyDIRQs/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Trv9fMr2_4/TlD-J8s8B9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/odB2DyDIRQs/s320/025.JPG" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted to get a picture of him with his backpack, but he didn't want to take it off. So, this is what I got.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr-cziLdGjE/TlD-L3pfvdI/AAAAAAAACQ8/JfAcdjBhPWg/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr-cziLdGjE/TlD-L3pfvdI/AAAAAAAACQ8/JfAcdjBhPWg/s320/026.JPG" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven and Mrs. Cook, his preschool teacher. He also has a teacher's aid in his classroom, Mrs. Lassiter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uLlYt_IoRI/TlD-PlBxPFI/AAAAAAAACRA/AzrbS6sdVhI/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uLlYt_IoRI/TlD-PlBxPFI/AAAAAAAACRA/AzrbS6sdVhI/s320/027.JPG" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven found a fire station to play with in his classroom as I was saying goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoSpQVQgiog/TlD-SqcrXXI/AAAAAAAACRE/mPDZxw_7f3A/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoSpQVQgiog/TlD-SqcrXXI/AAAAAAAACRE/mPDZxw_7f3A/s320/028.JPG" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those of you who know Seven, you know what a fun kid he is! He is so full of life. He loves to joke around. He doesn't know a stranger. I would LOVE to be a fly on the wall in his class! He is one funny kid!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few days before he started school, I jokingly asked him if he was going to have to go see the principal. He said that he was gonna be good so he wouldn't have to. When I picked him up from school on his first day, I asked him how his day was. The first thing he said was, "I didn't have to go see the principal." I guess he remembered our conversation a few days earlier. He doesn't forget anything! The next day when I picked him up he told me the principal came to his room. He said no one was in trouble, she was coming to see the whole class so they would know who she was. I love that kid!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1841909289"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1841909290"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-8069843608352549984?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/8069843608352549984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/sevens-first-day-of-pre-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8069843608352549984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8069843608352549984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/sevens-first-day-of-pre-k.html' title='Seven&apos;s First Day of Pre K!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Trv9fMr2_4/TlD-J8s8B9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/odB2DyDIRQs/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-4279184470681572002</id><published>2011-08-19T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:28:10.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohawk Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn has had a mohawk off and on since the summer that he was 2 years old. Unfortunately, preschool came and he was very sad when we had to cut it off for school. Jeremy had one that year, too, and decided he would cut his off when we cut off Finn's. It made Finn a little happier. Then summer came and Finn got his mohawk again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About a week and a half ago, Jeremy decided to give Seven and Rilian a mohawk, too. This was their first mohawk. We hadn't given them one before because Rilian's hair was so blonde and fine, we didn't know how it would look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian's hair got a little thicker and Jeremy decided to give it a try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same with Seven, we didn't know how he would look with a mohawk. However, his hair wasn't as light and is actually pretty thick. Turns out, they look awesome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIis5xo_N_c/Tk0X9kSaSSI/AAAAAAAACQU/4uyir3BnIbc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIis5xo_N_c/Tk0X9kSaSSI/AAAAAAAACQU/4uyir3BnIbc/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's more fun than a "funny" picture? I like how Finn crossed his eyes. I guess Rilian wasn't sure what to do, so he was looking to Daddy for some ideas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM-cbWvx5fQ/Tk0YAWMFOwI/AAAAAAAACQY/rcr5a9m1s88/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM-cbWvx5fQ/Tk0YAWMFOwI/AAAAAAAACQY/rcr5a9m1s88/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dreaded "cut off your mohawk because school starts the next day" day came. Seven started preschool this past Wednesday. Finn won't start school until Monday. But to make things easier, Jeremy just cut all the mohawks off at the same time. Seven and Rilian have never had shaved heads before. Good thing hair grows back. I just hope Rilian's hair grows back blonde...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIxCJfpCsUo/Tk0YDat8yRI/AAAAAAAACQc/ektYHhkVP6o/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIxCJfpCsUo/Tk0YDat8yRI/AAAAAAAACQc/ektYHhkVP6o/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn's head looks like a skunk after we shaved his mohawk off. He has a tan line where his mohawk was. Pretty funny. I can only imagine what Seven and Rilian's heads would look like had they had their mohawks all summer, like Finn, because their skin tans very easily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was a shadow from the camera, but the "skunk line" was even on his forehead a little.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egsbbRyRnqI/Tk0YFVLCG0I/AAAAAAAACQg/9MKzX-22bBk/s1600/IMG_1267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egsbbRyRnqI/Tk0YFVLCG0I/AAAAAAAACQg/9MKzX-22bBk/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember our trip to &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/marathon-texas.html"&gt;Marathon, TX&lt;/a&gt;? I'm sure you haven't forgotten the lovely picture of the traumatic rock throwing incident. Well, that rock that Rilian threw, left a nice scar on Seven's head. Hopefully when his hair grows back, you will never know it is there. Speaking of not knowing it's there, Seven has a big freckle on his head. He thought it was neat because he didn't know it was there until we gave him a mohawk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rVIGXAbbU/Tk0YHdRHBII/AAAAAAAACQk/-x0hwnZrwYw/s1600/IMG_1268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rVIGXAbbU/Tk0YHdRHBII/AAAAAAAACQk/-x0hwnZrwYw/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven wasn't disappointed at all when we had to shave off his mohawk for school. He was just excited to go to school! We'll see what happens at the end of summer next year. Will he be just as excited to have his mohawk shaved off so he can go to school?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-4279184470681572002?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/4279184470681572002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/mohawk-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4279184470681572002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/4279184470681572002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/mohawk-boys.html' title='Mohawk Boys'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIis5xo_N_c/Tk0X9kSaSSI/AAAAAAAACQU/4uyir3BnIbc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-8636524320881030068</id><published>2011-08-16T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:08:12.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texas is a huge state with tons of tiny towns scattered throughout. A few weeks ago, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.marathontexas.com/"&gt;Marathon, Texas&lt;/a&gt;. Why on earth did we go there? Jeremy's grandma died in June and she wanted to be buried in Marathon, where she was raised. Her sister was also buried there. Grandmother wanted to be buried next to her sister. So, for her birthday in July, the family took her ashes to Marathon and buried her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My kids were like movie stars. Everyone wanted to take their pictures. Well, they are pretty darn cute, aren't they?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfSL3b7cS_k/TkdACYCnoSI/AAAAAAAACP4/aie1ob4Wfd8/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfSL3b7cS_k/TkdACYCnoSI/AAAAAAAACP4/aie1ob4Wfd8/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My boys like to play in the dirt. Marathon is pretty much all dirt. They also like to throw stones. What boy doesn't? Seven and Rilian found some rocks to throw. Not stones, but ROCKS! Well, Seven's head just happened to be in the pathway of the rock that Rilian had just thrown and BAM!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHjl3aTIrzM/TkdAEfrARHI/AAAAAAAACP8/QQiAimCuJjo/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHjl3aTIrzM/TkdAEfrARHI/AAAAAAAACP8/QQiAimCuJjo/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was watching them and saw it happen. Seven started screaming and then I saw blood running down his face. There was ALOT of blood, so I quickly passed him on to Jeremy for Jeremy to doctor him up. When there is more than a little blood, I would rather Jeremy take care of them. Seven was fine. No concussions or anything. Just blood. A little while later in the day, it must have came back open because I noticed the sweat on Seven's face had a red tint to it. I wiped it up and that was that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had lots of wonderful food there to eat. That's usually what people do at funerals, right? Rilian was enjoying this cupcake and telling me he was eating it like certain animals. And he even ate it like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_and_the_Purple_Crayon"&gt;Harold and the Purple Crayon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-110c4c9e8093cca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0110c4c9e8093cca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF98181FB627CE669F7A630A5B1D52B733686B1.1DF5FFB8B577BDD3D731939360FE0E064BDCCA24%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D110c4c9e8093cca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscG3Z3q7CKlLO6E2E5TizQGjS1c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0110c4c9e8093cca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF98181FB627CE669F7A630A5B1D52B733686B1.1DF5FFB8B577BDD3D731939360FE0E064BDCCA24%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D110c4c9e8093cca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscG3Z3q7CKlLO6E2E5TizQGjS1c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper found this window at the place we were staying and wanted her picture taken by it. She said it was like the window in Rapunzel's tower, from the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398286/"&gt;Tangled&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f584acnddb4/TkdBJ1dakOI/AAAAAAAACQA/DgCMrlSb8oU/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f584acnddb4/TkdBJ1dakOI/AAAAAAAACQA/DgCMrlSb8oU/s320/4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids had fun with their cousin, Benjamin, as they always do. They LOVE him! I think it's funny how Finn is looking at Piper in this picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DClrO8YLuP0/TkdBLBWD3II/AAAAAAAACQE/mJoZbIRgH8Y/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DClrO8YLuP0/TkdBLBWD3II/AAAAAAAACQE/mJoZbIRgH8Y/s320/5.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marathon is so small, that I guess they don't care if you dig your own hole in the family plot in the cemetery and bury your own relative. So, that is exactly what happened. Uncle Matt and Uncle Danny went earlier in the day and dug the hole for Grandmother. Then in the evening, when it was cooler, the family went to put Grandmother to rest beside her sister. Piper, Finn, Seven, and Rilian all got a turn at putting dirt on her. At one point, Finn had to get his flip flop out of the hole...it fell off and fell down into the hole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f643e4bcfcb4770" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f643e4bcfcb4770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E27335767BD1CC0DADC0A310E5629BCF8647D99.4678F63343F405B1E59FF61C02AE6EDD2ACEE91E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f643e4bcfcb4770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWGYlfoWOWoSwOq8Yw_y1tHBZjMA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f643e4bcfcb4770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E27335767BD1CC0DADC0A310E5629BCF8647D99.4678F63343F405B1E59FF61C02AE6EDD2ACEE91E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f643e4bcfcb4770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWGYlfoWOWoSwOq8Yw_y1tHBZjMA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what you will see if you go to visit Grandmother now. She was a loving, Christian, patient, and wonderful lady that loved desserts and scrabble. I didn't get to know her as well as some of the other family members, but I loved hearing their memories of her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xs2eFZQQy4/TkfaQ_DJkvI/AAAAAAAACQI/VSSrEYWyLn0/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xs2eFZQQy4/TkfaQ_DJkvI/AAAAAAAACQI/VSSrEYWyLn0/s320/7.JPG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grandmother had five children. From left to right: Matt Enright, Joyce Voss, Bonnie Roggendorff, and Danny Enright. Glen Enright wasn't able to make it to the funeral.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxdC9hnnvjo/TkfaTdeB0eI/AAAAAAAACQM/oOCHbnDREe8/s1600/8.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxdC9hnnvjo/TkfaTdeB0eI/AAAAAAAACQM/oOCHbnDREe8/s320/8.PNG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My family had packed everything up into our vehicle and were saying the last goodbyes to the family, when the Sheriff drove into the place we were staying. His siren came on and he rolled down his window. He said this dog was his wife's dog and he causes more trouble! He said his wife went out of town and left the dog with him. The dog likes to turn on the lights and siren in the sheriff truck. He said he can't leave the dog at home because he will tear things up. The sheriff said one day, he left the dog in the truck and walked across the street to get some pizza. When he came back, all the lights were on and the siren was going. The dog had turned it all on. We just laughed as the sheriff told us about his wife's dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5A0TFRaJASM/TkfaWSP36wI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ZbElHVV4bh8/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5A0TFRaJASM/TkfaWSP36wI/AAAAAAAACQQ/ZbElHVV4bh8/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, if you happen to make your way down to Marathon, Texas, and you think the sheriff is pulling you over, it may just be his wife's dog having a little fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-8636524320881030068?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/8636524320881030068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/marathon-texas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8636524320881030068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/8636524320881030068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/marathon-texas.html' title='Marathon, Texas'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfSL3b7cS_k/TkdACYCnoSI/AAAAAAAACP4/aie1ob4Wfd8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-2942906675273329112</id><published>2011-08-12T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:18:00.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Thunder Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etvsrqCmlLg/TkXkfrtQ6LI/AAAAAAAACP0/jESary6CbU0/s1600/thunderdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etvsrqCmlLg/TkXkfrtQ6LI/AAAAAAAACP0/jESary6CbU0/s320/thunderdog.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow! Talk about a great book! I had a really hard time putting it down when I picked it up to read. Thunder Dog: The True Story of A Blind Man, His Guide Dog &amp;amp; the Triumph of Trust at Ground Zero, by Michael Hingson, with Suzy Flory is a book that I highly recommend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have not read any other books about what happened on 9/11, so I found it really interesting to read about the events through someone's "eyes" that was actually in one of the Twin Towers when it was hit by the plane on that fateful day. Michael worked in Tower 1 and went to work that day not knowing what life changing events were about to happen shortly after he arrived for work. Roselle was his guide dog at the time. She did an amazing job helping him get out of the tower alive. Don't freak out that I spoiled the book now, how else would he be able to write it, if he didn't make it out alive? I loved how Michael and Roselle worked as a team. I loved hearing Michael tell how he and Roselle were able to encourage each other as well as being concerned for each other. What a wonderful relationship they have!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not only does Michael share what he and Roselle went through on September 11, but he also shares other stories about himself in this book. He was born blind. He has overcome many "obstacles" in his life. I think his parents played a major part in what a wonderful and amazing person he is today. I won't tell you how they played a role, I can't give away the whole book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, rush to the place you buy books and pick up your copy of Thunder Dog right now. What are you waiting for? You will not regret it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disclosure: I received this book free from the publisher through the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;BookSneeze&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;book reviewer program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-2942906675273329112?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/2942906675273329112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-review-thunder-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2942906675273329112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2942906675273329112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-review-thunder-dog.html' title='Book Review: Thunder Dog'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etvsrqCmlLg/TkXkfrtQ6LI/AAAAAAAACP0/jESary6CbU0/s72-c/thunderdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-660439649336237526</id><published>2011-08-07T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:26:23.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those of you who follow me on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/amyvoss"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or are friends with me on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, you most likely have already seen this picture...a few weeks ago. (Because I pretty much stay behind on my blogging).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Piper's hand. Do you see all those little specks on it? Do you know what they are? Splinters! Yes, they are ALL splinters! I roughly guessed there are about 30 in her hand, but you can count them if you really feel like it. You have to look real close to see some of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TML3CB7Qlo/Tj9T0mefN1I/AAAAAAAACPw/8jBuW9B35i0/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TML3CB7Qlo/Tj9T0mefN1I/AAAAAAAACPw/8jBuW9B35i0/s640/IMG_1192.JPG" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper is very creative. Her mind does not think like most of our minds think. I am not exactly sure how she got all these splinters in her hand. But her creative mind seems to have gotten her in alot of pain this time. From what she told me, she was trying to get out of the pool. How did she get all of these splinters when trying to get out of the pool? I bet you are wondering what kind of pool we have. It is a normal swimming pool with a normal ladder. But it is really close to part of our WOODEN fence. Hmmm....Your guess is as good as mine...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apparently, she chose not to use the ladder and it wasn't such a bright idea. Have you ever had a good idea go wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-660439649336237526?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/660439649336237526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/ouch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/660439649336237526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/660439649336237526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TML3CB7Qlo/Tj9T0mefN1I/AAAAAAAACPw/8jBuW9B35i0/s72-c/IMG_1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7351223669708242493</id><published>2011-08-03T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:15:20.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Branch House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy's dad (Dadabe) has a pecan tree that needed some of the branches trimmed so they wouldn't rub on the roof anymore. Jeremy got the honor of cutting off the branches. Dadabe then threw them off the roof and into the backyard. The kids thought it was cool and decided it was their house. Seven's in there too, but his face is hidden behind some leaves. You can see his swimsuit though. I'm not sure what Finn was doing, but Rilian was saying "cheese."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4Ec6vCIZEw/TjXssAGX19I/AAAAAAAACPE/JLSgdzw9GuE/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4Ec6vCIZEw/TjXssAGX19I/AAAAAAAACPE/JLSgdzw9GuE/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More branches added...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lPjOtkIje8/TjXsulokI2I/AAAAAAAACPI/_e6eFjJ2aL8/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lPjOtkIje8/TjXsulokI2I/AAAAAAAACPI/_e6eFjJ2aL8/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian in the house...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGCC3M13N4s/TjXsxNLFclI/AAAAAAAACPM/rnKovpNzcbc/s1600/IMG_1174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGCC3M13N4s/TjXsxNLFclI/AAAAAAAACPM/rnKovpNzcbc/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven, with more branches added.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Edg-vRAAtm0/TjXsz9o3e5I/AAAAAAAACPQ/RLU502oTcVA/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Edg-vRAAtm0/TjXsz9o3e5I/AAAAAAAACPQ/RLU502oTcVA/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian peeking out, with even more branches added.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9uso0n6ozI/TjXs2C0t0_I/AAAAAAAACPU/6rtAga7GP2U/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9uso0n6ozI/TjXs2C0t0_I/AAAAAAAACPU/6rtAga7GP2U/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is what their tree branch house looked like when they decided there were enough branches on it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHaYXzC30nw/TjXs49jIjII/AAAAAAAACPY/hPf5RfJxFpo/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHaYXzC30nw/TjXs49jIjII/AAAAAAAACPY/hPf5RfJxFpo/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven decided he was going to climb it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I6uB6g8tx0/TjXs61iybII/AAAAAAAACPc/jMcAGej2Diw/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I6uB6g8tx0/TjXs61iybII/AAAAAAAACPc/jMcAGej2Diw/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" width="265" /&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/1434747502468359848-7351223669708242493?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7351223669708242493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/tree-branch-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7351223669708242493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7351223669708242493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/08/tree-branch-house.html' title='Tree Branch House'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4Ec6vCIZEw/TjXssAGX19I/AAAAAAAACPE/JLSgdzw9GuE/s72-c/IMG_1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5410284864359867604</id><published>2011-07-28T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:48:13.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finn's 6th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sweet Finn turned six years old on July 7, 2011. Six! He will be in 1st grade when school starts in August.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When it drew closer to time to plan Finn's Birthday party, we asked him what kind of party he wanted. He said he wanted a pool party. Ok, that's easy. We have a pool in the backyard. Finn said he wanted &lt;a href="http://www.ninjaturtles.com/"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/a&gt; plates for his party. I asked Finn what kind of plates he wanted if I couldn't find Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He replied, "Just pick something." That's one of the things I love about Finn. He is so easy going and easy to please. He cares more about others. Well, I wasn't able to find Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles plates in the little bit of time I had left to get them...I am a procrastinator. So, I got him the next best thing...Batman!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy is the official cake maker in our family. And he does a VERY good job. I am VERY thankful he can do it and that he enjoys doing it. Jeremy asked Finn what kind of cake he wanted. Finn said, "A red alligator with a brown piece of candy for the nose, because I want to eat the nose."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3qDzuRMDbA/Ti8h52BAcMI/AAAAAAAACNw/YzCMV-bXL4M/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3qDzuRMDbA/Ti8h52BAcMI/AAAAAAAACNw/YzCMV-bXL4M/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy is in the process of making a tree house for the kids. Finn's friends had fun playing in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCLELyBLCN8/Ti8h89YAGfI/AAAAAAAACN0/TRupfE6KSqI/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCLELyBLCN8/Ti8h89YAGfI/AAAAAAAACN0/TRupfE6KSqI/s320/3.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now, we just have the floor down, but they didn't care. They still wanted to play on it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISTmhqCuBjo/Ti8iB_0608I/AAAAAAAACN4/WTM7w3hKATs/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISTmhqCuBjo/Ti8iB_0608I/AAAAAAAACN4/WTM7w3hKATs/s320/4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time for cake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejv59CxOoV4/Ti8iDAX5NsI/AAAAAAAACN8/MQxroxu8va0/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejv59CxOoV4/Ti8iDAX5NsI/AAAAAAAACN8/MQxroxu8va0/s320/5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But first, we have to sing to the birthday boy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a28f51a1063a50" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06a28f51a1063a50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8169B42B5B3968E0D92B103778F187DE46AB1975.121077A186F888F010A34C36802BA9096AE54A5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a28f51a1063a50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcBbZObt27j2u7aKVScu9m9Fis4o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06a28f51a1063a50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8169B42B5B3968E0D92B103778F187DE46AB1975.121077A186F888F010A34C36802BA9096AE54A5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a28f51a1063a50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcBbZObt27j2u7aKVScu9m9Fis4o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone enjoyed the cake...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuRSKqgKF0M/TjBwQD3kmfI/AAAAAAAACOA/z6Vw7DNNCEM/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuRSKqgKF0M/TjBwQD3kmfI/AAAAAAAACOA/z6Vw7DNNCEM/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pool fun...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpkKBtPnkog/TjBwVbXxvYI/AAAAAAAACOE/GNQYeAMBnGA/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpkKBtPnkog/TjBwVbXxvYI/AAAAAAAACOE/GNQYeAMBnGA/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0eurv29TQg/TjBwZo_WWGI/AAAAAAAACOI/e-Ui_7Dwzdc/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0eurv29TQg/TjBwZo_WWGI/AAAAAAAACOI/e-Ui_7Dwzdc/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had people at the party ask what is that pink thing on the ladder. It is Piper's inner tube deflated. For some reason, she decided it needed to be placed there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcBGIHKUFHU/TjBwfHGLrUI/AAAAAAAACOM/qb8WI_Jyo1k/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcBGIHKUFHU/TjBwfHGLrUI/AAAAAAAACOM/qb8WI_Jyo1k/s320/10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love how the water being splashed out looks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_XUfqrIxrI/TjBwjRWau3I/AAAAAAAACOQ/3oNqSfOw3WU/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_XUfqrIxrI/TjBwjRWau3I/AAAAAAAACOQ/3oNqSfOw3WU/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To give you an example of how sweet Finn is, this is his friend Jericho. Remember how Finn was specific about how Jeremy was to make his alligator cake? Well, Finn didn't end up eating the nose, that he specifically requested. Jericho wanted the nose, so Finn let him eat it. He is such a sweet kid!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI-JWBQPhGU/TjBwlodxo9I/AAAAAAAACOU/KUho_c8o5SA/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI-JWBQPhGU/TjBwlodxo9I/AAAAAAAACOU/KUho_c8o5SA/s320/12.JPG" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1434747502468359848-5410284864359867604?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5410284864359867604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/finns-6th-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5410284864359867604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5410284864359867604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/finns-6th-birthday-party.html' title='Finn&apos;s 6th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3qDzuRMDbA/Ti8h52BAcMI/AAAAAAAACNw/YzCMV-bXL4M/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3807715868784518537</id><published>2011-07-26T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:26:23.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Love &amp; War, Find Your Way to Something Beautiful in Your Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqKExHQD53A/Ti7MSu0zf_I/AAAAAAAACNA/7j0R-4_JnhU/s1600/9780307730213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqKExHQD53A/Ti7MSu0zf_I/AAAAAAAACNA/7j0R-4_JnhU/s1600/9780307730213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;John and Stasi Eldredge do a good job at stressing how important God and prayer are in your marriage. They wrote this book together. As they tell different stories of things that happened in their marriage, you get to see it from John's point of view AND from Stasi's point of view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Every marriage has struggles. John and Stasi share some of the struggles they have faced in their marriage. They both were "broken" as they went into their marriage. This has caused some problems, but they have been able to work through it, with God. If you believe in prayer and that prayer can fix things, you may want to read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-3807715868784518537?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3807715868784518537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-review-love-war-find-your-way-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3807715868784518537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3807715868784518537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-review-love-war-find-your-way-to.html' title='Book Review: Love &amp; War, Find Your Way to Something Beautiful in Your Marriage'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqKExHQD53A/Ti7MSu0zf_I/AAAAAAAACNA/7j0R-4_JnhU/s72-c/9780307730213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5387871429718933011</id><published>2011-07-23T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:57:00.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Like The Black Eyed Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had on some music one night and the song that came on was "I've Gotta Feeling" by the &lt;a href="http://www.blackeyedpeas.com/"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt;. Finn decided to honor us by doing some of his awesome dance moves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82046996ee2efdd0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82046996ee2efdd0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E53468303A9B4BA527A6A8D0613628041B574B.5514C21E0BC0D734816A093F95822829BA72833D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82046996ee2efdd0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DweLP6UbHvnEFA2iX98FlvPOg_98&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82046996ee2efdd0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E53468303A9B4BA527A6A8D0613628041B574B.5514C21E0BC0D734816A093F95822829BA72833D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82046996ee2efdd0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DweLP6UbHvnEFA2iX98FlvPOg_98&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Rilian, being the little brother, decided he wanted to dance just like Finn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c1974d769bd7b79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c1974d769bd7b79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66529B4166A8B5A0EC9DBA598E1091081D28EE46.166E03CB83A29108801BB6D728BF16E58BEC3A5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c1974d769bd7b79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd0LOL3sZbrtQAcI_P_aJ3FPQRNs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c1974d769bd7b79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66529B4166A8B5A0EC9DBA598E1091081D28EE46.166E03CB83A29108801BB6D728BF16E58BEC3A5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c1974d769bd7b79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd0LOL3sZbrtQAcI_P_aJ3FPQRNs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is gonna be some helpful blackmail footage when they get older! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-5387871429718933011?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5387871429718933011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-kids-like-black-eyed-peas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5387871429718933011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5387871429718933011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-kids-like-black-eyed-peas.html' title='My Kids Like The Black Eyed Peas'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-7945526084620149785</id><published>2011-07-22T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:02:12.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While The Big Kids Are Away, The Little One Will Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyone who has kids knows that summer time means Vacation Bible School or VBS! Most parents look forward to this "free babysitting." Rilian, our youngest, is 2 years old. This means we don't get to take advantage of the "free babysitting" with him. This means we get to spend some Mommy, Daddy, and Rilian time together! Rilian gets to be an only child...he gets to enjoy being "spoiled."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper, Finn, and Seven attended two different VBS this summer. The first one was at Granny's church. One night after Jeremy and I took Piper, Finn, and Seven to VBS, we (and Rilian) went to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.tamollys.com/"&gt;TaMolly's&lt;/a&gt;. Rilian was so good! I guess he didn't have the influence of his siblings. Not to say that they are all evil, but he can be a little toot on his own. However, this particular night, he was demon-free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy ordered fajitas. Jeremy was making the tortilla warmer "talk" to Rilian and he thought it was so funny! He couldn't stop laughing! He tried to cover his mouth, in hopes of stopping the laughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d45a9b53e3e9639f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd45a9b53e3e9639f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169BFD8CC7853B0EC4BE383599D5751B16E60B42.39BDAD7EE7218B3DE2D6888168ED565E2DD43F0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd45a9b53e3e9639f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_G4UKPBuS4kvwyaYGBkUqqruHpQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd45a9b53e3e9639f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169BFD8CC7853B0EC4BE383599D5751B16E60B42.39BDAD7EE7218B3DE2D6888168ED565E2DD43F0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd45a9b53e3e9639f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_G4UKPBuS4kvwyaYGBkUqqruHpQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week, Piper, Finn, and Seven attended VBS at Finn's kindergarten teacher's church. The building where alot of their children's ministry happens is pretty cool. It is decorated with an ocean theme. Anytime we go there, the kids like to look at the fish in the salt water fish tank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiqaVCDbvb0/Tic5C4B-J7I/AAAAAAAACM0/gc3PZ8ij89s/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiqaVCDbvb0/Tic5C4B-J7I/AAAAAAAACM0/gc3PZ8ij89s/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to get Rilian to look at me, but he was too excited with the music that was playing for VBS. He was starting to dance!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnduZkR1Q3M/Tic5GZ9dsVI/AAAAAAAACM4/_Au9Sq7rl-E/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CnduZkR1Q3M/Tic5GZ9dsVI/AAAAAAAACM4/_Au9Sq7rl-E/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the nights that Piper, Finn, and Seven attended this VBS, we met up with a good friend that we hadn't seen in awhile and she suggested we go to &lt;a href="http://www.swirlshoppe.com/"&gt;Nikki's Swirl Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;. If you have never been to one, I suggest finding the nearest one to you and going to it. It is yummy! Here's how it works...you get a bowl. Then you decide what flavor and how much frozen yogurt you want. You can choose as many or as few flavors as you want to put in the bowl. You can also sample any of the flavors to see if that is the flavor for you. Then you decide what add-ins you want. Take it up and put in on the scale and get out your wallet to pay. Voila! It's that simple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure what they put in their frozen yogurt, because it had some sort of effect on Rilian...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a468974ea3c67e64" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da468974ea3c67e64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52413FC492EEABD360A2EBD51CFC5FDFC755B1E5.62371619C82CA3E0F432DD58D9AD5456596B324%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da468974ea3c67e64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlDZJNARYJmczwijpOG1LaJNpwWo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da468974ea3c67e64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52413FC492EEABD360A2EBD51CFC5FDFC755B1E5.62371619C82CA3E0F432DD58D9AD5456596B324%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da468974ea3c67e64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlDZJNARYJmczwijpOG1LaJNpwWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In case you are worried now, the frozen yogurt didn't stop him from being able to walk. He was just being silly and pretending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many of you take advantage of the "free babysitting" otherwise known as Vacation Bible School?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-7945526084620149785?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/7945526084620149785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-big-kids-are-away-little-one-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7945526084620149785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/7945526084620149785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-big-kids-are-away-little-one-will.html' title='While The Big Kids Are Away, The Little One Will Play'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiqaVCDbvb0/Tic5C4B-J7I/AAAAAAAACM0/gc3PZ8ij89s/s72-c/IMG_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1091675366969037179</id><published>2011-07-14T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:34:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Mommy's Not Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was painting Piper's nails one night when Jeremy decided he would make dinner that night. He started to make it and realized he needed a missing ingredient in order to finish. So, I stopped painting Piper's nails and went to the store. The closest store is less than 5 minutes from our house. I told Piper I would finish her nails as soon as I came back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I got back, I saw that Rilian had decided to paint his fingernails on his own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igVIllInamw/Th9fDjm_8vI/AAAAAAAACMs/6B1EcFbUl-0/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igVIllInamw/Th9fDjm_8vI/AAAAAAAACMs/6B1EcFbUl-0/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND his toenails, all by himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOndT9oAs18/Th9fEg5xhQI/AAAAAAAACMw/8NgyheWsoQc/s1600/IMG_1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOndT9oAs18/Th9fEg5xhQI/AAAAAAAACMw/8NgyheWsoQc/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not too bad for his first time and for being a two year old. Although, I don't plan on letting him paint his nails regularly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna see what else can happen when Daddy is in charge and Mommy is not at home? Click &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2009/04/climbing-piper.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1091675366969037179?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1091675366969037179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-happens-when-mommys-not-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1091675366969037179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1091675366969037179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-happens-when-mommys-not-home.html' title='What Happens When Mommy&apos;s Not Home?'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igVIllInamw/Th9fDjm_8vI/AAAAAAAACMs/6B1EcFbUl-0/s72-c/IMG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5759496107008401475</id><published>2011-07-12T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:07:28.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Moms and 8 Kids...ages 7 and under!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The church we now attend sends their elementary kids to a camp near Ruidoso, NM. Jeremy decided to be a counselor at this camp. Since we have some good friends who work and live at this camp, I decided I would go with our four kids and stay with them. Connor is the activities director. Kaylee and Connor have four kids. They had four kids in four years, just like we did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I would just follow the charter buses in our vehicle. That way, if something should happen along this 7 hour drive, they could stop and help me. I was a little nervous taking my four children all by myself on such a drive. If they were older, it might not be so bad. Piper is the oldest. She just turned 7 years old in May. Rilian is the youngest. He is almost 2 1/2 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The campers were supposedly leaving the church at 7am. So, I woke up my kids at 6:30am. This is earlier than they get up for school! Jeremy called me at about 6:50am and said that he didn't really pay attention to the schedule, but they weren't going to leave the church until 9am. I thought about it for a little while. I knew there was no way I could go back to sleep now that my kids were awake. So, I decided I would just start driving without the rest of the group. I knew that if something should go wrong along the way, at least they would be a couple of hours behind me. The trip was uneventful. Everything went well. I made the drive without any problems, with my four children. Coming home was just as good. I was very glad!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Combine my four children and Kaylee's four children and what do you have? EIGHT kids, ages 7 years old to 6 months old. There were 7 boys and 1 girl. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. It &amp;nbsp;actually wasn't bad at all. They all got along really well. If any of the children ever had a problem, it was with their siblings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since we would be staying in Kaylee and Connor's house, my children and I would be sleeping in one room. We decided the kids needed sleeping bags. So we took them to Target and let them pick some out. Piper, Seven, and Rilian all picked this orange fox.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0w3D7SCcsU/ThxHnDDy9xI/AAAAAAAACLw/m7QTxml-MHQ/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0w3D7SCcsU/ThxHnDDy9xI/AAAAAAAACLw/m7QTxml-MHQ/s320/1.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tail is the zipper. There was also a pink bunny and a brown bear to choose from. Finn picked a plain red sleeping bag, so he could tell his apart from the other's.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8tgNFBIFYk/ThxHpjoEJ1I/AAAAAAAACL0/-sPfCh9HphY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8tgNFBIFYk/ThxHpjoEJ1I/AAAAAAAACL0/-sPfCh9HphY/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who would have thought that there really were Sasquatch in Ruidoso, NM? ;) We were sitting outside one day while our 8 children played and I saw this sign posted on a telephone pole behind me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I couldn't resist capturing the picture!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ec551vMfg/ThxHqtfTV8I/AAAAAAAACL4/29zKUfNHEXg/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ec551vMfg/ThxHqtfTV8I/AAAAAAAACL4/29zKUfNHEXg/s320/3.JPG" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We took the kids to play in the river one day. They said it was cold at first. I did not get in, so I can't tell you one way or the other. But is sure was beautiful! Finn and Piper are exploring here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkT8uaVcKe4/ThxHtQW5pgI/AAAAAAAACL8/85hUyIQESn4/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkT8uaVcKe4/ThxHtQW5pgI/AAAAAAAACL8/85hUyIQESn4/s400/4.JPG" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven and Piper exploring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZmM1-12BAQ/ThxHv2pIqZI/AAAAAAAACMA/8g9Nt6OW9Lc/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZmM1-12BAQ/ThxHv2pIqZI/AAAAAAAACMA/8g9Nt6OW9Lc/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trip, Finn, and Thatcher exploring. Trip and Thatcher are my friend's older two children.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mujy4IiqOoo/ThxHxdn4i6I/AAAAAAAACME/wzU7xqu6dVY/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mujy4IiqOoo/ThxHxdn4i6I/AAAAAAAACME/wzU7xqu6dVY/s400/6.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper wondering off on her own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwHeS5Uor84/ThxH0AWXdoI/AAAAAAAACMI/hAIDidgdyUw/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwHeS5Uor84/ThxH0AWXdoI/AAAAAAAACMI/hAIDidgdyUw/s400/7.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian didn't want to get in at first, because he said it was cold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BWhr6oubLQ/ThxH2GyBPyI/AAAAAAAACMM/WloHTT39-v0/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BWhr6oubLQ/ThxH2GyBPyI/AAAAAAAACMM/WloHTT39-v0/s320/8.JPG" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to get a good picture of Rilian, but he wasn't very cooperative during this shot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q8UZhZ28xpA/ThxH4L56JeI/AAAAAAAACMQ/f4mDBjL91yY/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q8UZhZ28xpA/ThxH4L56JeI/AAAAAAAACMQ/f4mDBjL91yY/s320/10.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My friend, Kaylee's, third son, Truett. Otherwise, known as True True.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzMybscOc_w/ThxH6MoCGXI/AAAAAAAACMU/OkJgYWpkMiw/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzMybscOc_w/ThxH6MoCGXI/AAAAAAAACMU/OkJgYWpkMiw/s400/11.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaylee and Townsend in the river. He is 6 months old. She was blessed with four boys! They call him Towns for short. I love her son's names!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtefcYJxxck/ThxH8Hakr7I/AAAAAAAACMY/EeNzvoVEEwY/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtefcYJxxck/ThxH8Hakr7I/AAAAAAAACMY/EeNzvoVEEwY/s400/12.JPG" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian and Thatcher had fun throwing rocks into the river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a50888c27eed23d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a50888c27eed23d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F6FB7CFB7CFC48D61141BEC4BDFE449D913344.1FC964E75D90D3D1E15E329846C4DA20951D8E4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da50888c27eed23d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQBZMMCiWvAj2wE8bF6CwqcIn9i8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a50888c27eed23d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F6FB7CFB7CFC48D61141BEC4BDFE449D913344.1FC964E75D90D3D1E15E329846C4DA20951D8E4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da50888c27eed23d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQBZMMCiWvAj2wE8bF6CwqcIn9i8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He finally decided it wasn't too cold to get in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8c3usSCWFQ0/ThxI78UNOLI/AAAAAAAACMc/UKigMPmFeO4/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8c3usSCWFQ0/ThxI78UNOLI/AAAAAAAACMc/UKigMPmFeO4/s320/14.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet Finn, in the river...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQhvn7IOumA/ThxYuRpzdbI/AAAAAAAACMg/VbShA1RzVF0/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQhvn7IOumA/ThxYuRpzdbI/AAAAAAAACMg/VbShA1RzVF0/s400/15.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Seven, in the river...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aWI7aFKwk/ThxYwuP_cQI/AAAAAAAACMk/N4V4oeZwH6c/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aWI7aFKwk/ThxYwuP_cQI/AAAAAAAACMk/N4V4oeZwH6c/s400/16.JPG" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Precious Piper, in the river...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSIz9YuHb74/ThxbCKsT9GI/AAAAAAAACMo/w-eslA8BHR8/s1600/IMG_1143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QSIz9YuHb74/ThxbCKsT9GI/AAAAAAAACMo/w-eslA8BHR8/s400/IMG_1143.JPG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On a different day, we took the kids to the playground at the &lt;a href="http://www.sangres.com/newmexico/state-parks/smokey-bear-state-park.htm"&gt;Smokey the Bear Historical Park&lt;/a&gt;. It was a pretty cool park. Check out Rilian's climbing skills!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad06229a0aca0064" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad06229a0aca0064%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFAF54BDDEF47C3CF7A11FAD78A694F399096BCC.85DFD2D3F31DC80DB4A8DB20E625E251A281376F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad06229a0aca0064%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTkQqWzUyOom4qXroavlrUs5nzGI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad06229a0aca0064%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFAF54BDDEF47C3CF7A11FAD78A694F399096BCC.85DFD2D3F31DC80DB4A8DB20E625E251A281376F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad06229a0aca0064%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTkQqWzUyOom4qXroavlrUs5nzGI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a good week. Kaylee and I are already looking forward to next year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-5759496107008401475?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5759496107008401475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-moms-and-8-kidsages-7-and-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5759496107008401475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5759496107008401475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-moms-and-8-kidsages-7-and-under.html' title='2 Moms and 8 Kids...ages 7 and under!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0w3D7SCcsU/ThxHnDDy9xI/AAAAAAAACLw/m7QTxml-MHQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-1661403035041619724</id><published>2011-07-10T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:03:17.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have three sons. They all have the same dad. How can they be so different? Take for instance their hair color. They all got a hair cut on the same day. Take a look at their hair...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR-9AMZnzYk/ThXcoqMCWTI/AAAAAAAACK4/bbydTQmyK0M/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR-9AMZnzYk/ThXcoqMCWTI/AAAAAAAACK4/bbydTQmyK0M/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From top to bottom, it is Seven's hair, Rilian's hair, and Finn's hair. Amazing, huh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They all started out with dark hair. This is Finn at 12 days old...dark hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3R90CcqJyI/ThYlfFDLOQI/AAAAAAAACK8/mIflOdfjJvg/s1600/12+days+old.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3R90CcqJyI/ThYlfFDLOQI/AAAAAAAACK8/mIflOdfjJvg/s320/12+days+old.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And at a year, his hair is still dark. It doesn't look as dark on the sides, because it is cut shorter than the top.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_PcGF1NSY/ThYlyuQk3zI/AAAAAAAACLA/l3iRKWeaAzM/s1600/Finn+eating+cake1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_PcGF1NSY/ThYlyuQk3zI/AAAAAAAACLA/l3iRKWeaAzM/s320/Finn+eating+cake1.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn's hair hasn't really changed color. It is still dark. Another interesting thing about Finn, is that if you look back at his pictures, his face has stayed the same. All through the ages. We definitely will be able to tell his pictures growing up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvW-LA5lIWk/ThYl9U6FnKI/AAAAAAAACLE/oFnyBTE43-4/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvW-LA5lIWk/ThYl9U6FnKI/AAAAAAAACLE/oFnyBTE43-4/s320/100.JPG" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven was born with dark hair. You can see what it looked like at 8 days old, while napping on Daddy's chest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EToMPoxSjg/Tho461v_9ZI/AAAAAAAACLI/1i6_5O06mzI/s1600/1-8days.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EToMPoxSjg/Tho461v_9ZI/AAAAAAAACLI/1i6_5O06mzI/s320/1-8days.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When his baby hair fell out and his new hair started to grow in, it grew in alot lighter. This is what is looked like when he was one year old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtwHldmc3s/Tho4794d9LI/AAAAAAAACLM/uooUZ37LOiU/s1600/2Nannie+%2526+Seven.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtwHldmc3s/Tho4794d9LI/AAAAAAAACLM/uooUZ37LOiU/s320/2Nannie+%2526+Seven.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It got even lighter. By two years old, he as a definite blonde.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oPTZCbdDTk/Tho5AMCkvQI/AAAAAAAACLQ/b12uE1mLH-k/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oPTZCbdDTk/Tho5AMCkvQI/AAAAAAAACLQ/b12uE1mLH-k/s320/3.JPG" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now his hair has gotten darker. Not quite as dark as when he was born. I would label it as a dirty blonde. It also has some curls, if we let it grow a little. It mostly looks like "bed head". It is kind of funny, but he can pull it off with his personality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0K40sbqOhk/Tho5ClcpJHI/AAAAAAAACLU/nsvbWNpYWA4/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0K40sbqOhk/Tho5ClcpJHI/AAAAAAAACLU/nsvbWNpYWA4/s320/4.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian was born with dark red hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5e_SofCGig/Tho5G4JKFvI/AAAAAAAACLY/E2gixUnJs3k/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5e_SofCGig/Tho5G4JKFvI/AAAAAAAACLY/E2gixUnJs3k/s320/5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a year old, it was lighter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F0fNem4Lxc/Tho5KTq18pI/AAAAAAAACLc/URVFpdq7GNE/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F0fNem4Lxc/Tho5KTq18pI/AAAAAAAACLc/URVFpdq7GNE/s320/6.JPG" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And was starting to get some lighter colored curls in the back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-aCJALdiwA/Tho5Mz3kEYI/AAAAAAAACLg/p-xdPDSfMH0/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-aCJALdiwA/Tho5Mz3kEYI/AAAAAAAACLg/p-xdPDSfMH0/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few months before Rilian turned two years old, he had alot of curls! They were huge curls!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-nn7HFR9uU/Tho5QRm858I/AAAAAAAACLk/NkKsWZ-2iuo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-nn7HFR9uU/Tho5QRm858I/AAAAAAAACLk/NkKsWZ-2iuo/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And his hair was really blonde!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6AgcmZSJHA/Tho5Ta1m5nI/AAAAAAAACLo/fBjyK5N0N5o/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6AgcmZSJHA/Tho5Ta1m5nI/AAAAAAAACLo/fBjyK5N0N5o/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is still a cotton top today, but has much shorter hair. You can read about the drastic hair cut &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-ronald-mcdonald-hello-big-boy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, if you want to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzrghnV_Zcg/Tho5T4juJgI/AAAAAAAACLs/y9xGdsbp06U/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzrghnV_Zcg/Tho5T4juJgI/AAAAAAAACLs/y9xGdsbp06U/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what will become of Rilian's bleach blonde hair as he grows older.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find it very interesting that three children, from the same mom and the same dad, have such different hair. They all have their own personalities, as well. But that would be a whole other blog post! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-1661403035041619724?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/1661403035041619724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1661403035041619724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/1661403035041619724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR-9AMZnzYk/ThXcoqMCWTI/AAAAAAAACK4/bbydTQmyK0M/s72-c/IMG_1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3756994575737524491</id><published>2011-07-05T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:59:20.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Sam's Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever been to &lt;a href="http://www.samsclub.com/sams/?selectedTab=allProducts"&gt;Sam's Club&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Saturday when they have samples? Our kids LOVE eating "lunch" at Sam's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you haven't ever had the privilege of going to the store with any of my children, take a look at what you are missing out on...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d239ca643fa52035" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd239ca643fa52035%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD194BF5474742720115881320149AFEAB9FE39.72E97FD4DED3DE5B19C47B70265BBE9798AC7E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd239ca643fa52035%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7fd0om97qRd8sOPEMypVI6bFmLw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd239ca643fa52035%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD194BF5474742720115881320149AFEAB9FE39.72E97FD4DED3DE5B19C47B70265BBE9798AC7E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd239ca643fa52035%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7fd0om97qRd8sOPEMypVI6bFmLw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you wish you were at Sam's with us that day?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/1434747502468359848-3756994575737524491?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3756994575737524491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-sams-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3756994575737524491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3756994575737524491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-sams-club.html' title='A Trip to Sam&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3014693353494814986</id><published>2011-07-02T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:36:58.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: A Reluctant Queen, The Love Story of Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weqBt1lGtRs/Tg-9ggtzFQI/AAAAAAAACK0/4uC8MOgYgMY/s1600/b220772031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weqBt1lGtRs/Tg-9ggtzFQI/AAAAAAAACK0/4uC8MOgYgMY/s320/b220772031.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a book reviewer for &lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/"&gt;Booksneeze&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/"&gt;Thomas Nelson&lt;/a&gt;. They sent me "A Reluctant Queen, The Love Story of Esther", to review for free. If you like free books, check them out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I saw this book and thought I would give it a try. I wasn't sure if I would like it or not. To be honest, I'm sure I have read Esther in the Bible, but I could not really retell the story if you asked me. It was very interesting to hear the story of Esther through Joan Wolf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joan Wolf wrote "A Reluctant Queen" it as a love story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She went into more detail about Esther and all she went through than the Bible did. All the characters of the story seemed to come alive. It was very easy to feel as if you were there with Esther. Joan did a beautiful job of describing what the characters were wearing and what the Palace looked like. She did an excellent job of describing what Esther must have felt while going from just a Jewish girl to becoming the queen and actually falling in love with the king.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A Reluctant Queen", by Joan Wolf, was a book I had a hard time putting down. I didn't want to stop reading it. I would recommend this book to anyone who is or is not familiar with the story of Esther.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-3014693353494814986?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3014693353494814986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-review-reluctant-queen-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3014693353494814986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3014693353494814986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-review-reluctant-queen-love-story.html' title='Book Review: A Reluctant Queen, The Love Story of Esther'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weqBt1lGtRs/Tg-9ggtzFQI/AAAAAAAACK0/4uC8MOgYgMY/s72-c/b220772031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-408040815041985093</id><published>2011-07-02T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:56:07.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you ever hear my kids talking about going to see the angels, they are referring to &lt;a href="http://acuonline.acu.edu/about/jacobs-dream.asp"&gt;Jacob's Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; at Abilene Christian University. They love to "go see the angels".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyp1mlvYVM/Tg5ZP5fIaeI/AAAAAAAACKw/typeA4SCUzw/s1600/content_jacobsdream2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyp1mlvYVM/Tg5ZP5fIaeI/AAAAAAAACKw/typeA4SCUzw/s1600/content_jacobsdream2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think it is mostly because they love to climb on the rocks and hope that I let them play in the pool of water. I don't think they really care too much about seeing the actual sculpted angels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the beginning of summer, I was trying to think of things to keep my four children busy with. Piper and Finn are used to being in school. Seven and Rilian are used to being at home. Combine them all when school is out and they have to get used to being around each other so much. I decided to take them to see the angels. While they were climbing on the rocks and stairs, I thought it would be a great photo opportunity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am glad that they cooperated and let me take their pictures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpDErIIPPZU/Tg5XTBwKxHI/AAAAAAAACKU/pxOZyLlCd7w/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpDErIIPPZU/Tg5XTBwKxHI/AAAAAAAACKU/pxOZyLlCd7w/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven climbed up to this spot and said, "Mama, take my picture."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rYjTQ67Fzk/Tg5XVcTkN_I/AAAAAAAACKY/WVnVPyugT6g/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rYjTQ67Fzk/Tg5XVcTkN_I/AAAAAAAACKY/WVnVPyugT6g/s320/2.JPG" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian didn't quite make it up as high as Seven did. But he wanted me to take his picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjWgGW6-KYw/Tg5XXqPnvrI/AAAAAAAACKc/OIJKJMktXfg/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjWgGW6-KYw/Tg5XXqPnvrI/AAAAAAAACKc/OIJKJMktXfg/s320/3.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian was being tempted to get in the very inviting looking pool of water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mmkFq6IV4g/Tg5XZp_FeBI/AAAAAAAACKg/f-zVuUdnDy4/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mmkFq6IV4g/Tg5XZp_FeBI/AAAAAAAACKg/f-zVuUdnDy4/s320/4.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn climbed up and stood here so I could take his picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0E9FzxNckRY/Tg5XbuqmJDI/AAAAAAAACKk/yNYRc-RqeG0/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0E9FzxNckRY/Tg5XbuqmJDI/AAAAAAAACKk/yNYRc-RqeG0/s320/5.JPG" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is so photogenic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDmSs_-hUM/Tg5XdxB-NBI/AAAAAAAACKo/Lad-N8omj5Q/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDmSs_-hUM/Tg5XdxB-NBI/AAAAAAAACKo/Lad-N8omj5Q/s320/6.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I had taken some pictures of Piper as well, that day. But this is the only picture I found of her. This is the pool of water that they always hope I let them get in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXMyvYQRdRo/Tg5XgC9cTOI/AAAAAAAACKs/rzPycZcIt7E/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXMyvYQRdRo/Tg5XgC9cTOI/AAAAAAAACKs/rzPycZcIt7E/s320/7.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I let them walk on the steps and ledge in the water. But they usually end up deeper than what I originally told them. So, this day, I only allowed them to sit with their feet in the water. Well, that just wasn't working...the water was so inviting...one thing led to another...and I decided we should go home before they were soaked!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my little angels! Looking at the pictures, why would you think they weren't angels?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-408040815041985093?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/408040815041985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/408040815041985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/408040815041985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/07/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyp1mlvYVM/Tg5ZP5fIaeI/AAAAAAAACKw/typeA4SCUzw/s72-c/content_jacobsdream2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3693023995565504971</id><published>2011-06-28T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:12:59.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Farm Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those of you who were at the May Farm Playdate, you can see how far behind I am in my blogging... For those of you who weren't there, well, I am behind. Better late than never, though, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My kids always love going to May Farm. It is a farm that is about 15 to 20 minutes away. May, is the owner of the farm, and she has lots of farm animals for the kids to pet and feed. And what is a trip to May Farm without one of her wild and crazy "hay" rides?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven has no fear. He fed any animal that he could.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WoPr8Kzp-8/TgecCLeVTDI/AAAAAAAACJs/UGFWHNkRw78/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WoPr8Kzp-8/TgecCLeVTDI/AAAAAAAACJs/UGFWHNkRw78/s320/1.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian on the other hand, was "cautious" around the animals and wasn't too sure about feeding some of them. But he did find this little lamb that he felt comfortable enough around to feed. This lamb was named Easter, because it was born on Easter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7yB5fuHDq8/TgecEYt95xI/AAAAAAAACJw/fPDy2W-diWM/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7yB5fuHDq8/TgecEYt95xI/AAAAAAAACJw/fPDy2W-diWM/s320/2.JPG" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can see how "cautious" Rilian is about feeding the animals...he didn't want to get too close. But he did want to feed the donkey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-287de0c43561d82e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D287de0c43561d82e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB906348998AEF7E6004966E63DF69FB55DCDA.D3FC812C983712101554CC9EDAF0FB743F89451%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D287de0c43561d82e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRbF2Ng2PxGDOTTC-k0kPY2y4gig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D287de0c43561d82e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB906348998AEF7E6004966E63DF69FB55DCDA.D3FC812C983712101554CC9EDAF0FB743F89451%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D287de0c43561d82e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRbF2Ng2PxGDOTTC-k0kPY2y4gig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May has a section where you can sit and hold an animal. Seven held a guinea pig. It was hot that day, though, and the guinea pig was feeling the heat and didn't really enjoy being held.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sku_fJMWV-k/TgedvXUtUFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hWEo5C0tE4U/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sku_fJMWV-k/TgedvXUtUFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hWEo5C0tE4U/s320/4.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was proud of Rilian for holding the guinea pig too, seeing how he wasn't too sure about the bigger animals. You can really see the guinea pig trying to get away now. It was hot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ox16NRsgsVw/Tgedx-eebvI/AAAAAAAACJ4/uJSILJpnY_Q/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ox16NRsgsVw/Tgedx-eebvI/AAAAAAAACJ4/uJSILJpnY_Q/s320/5.JPG" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian stayed brave for a little while longer and wanted to hold a rabbit. The rabbit was hot also and wasn't too interested in being held either. Rilian did a good job at trying to keep ahold of it so it couldn't get away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xog_FeYv-4/TgeeN--JKeI/AAAAAAAACJ8/7iNE9xj4doA/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xog_FeYv-4/TgeeN--JKeI/AAAAAAAACJ8/7iNE9xj4doA/s320/6.JPG" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like most farms, May Farm has cats. This cat decided it was gonna lay on the table and join us for lunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9x8b4jgF-g/TgeeP5zAEWI/AAAAAAAACKA/ykxyUjNOC3c/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9x8b4jgF-g/TgeeP5zAEWI/AAAAAAAACKA/ykxyUjNOC3c/s320/7.JPG" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After lunch, it was horse riding time. Seven rode first.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvV3t8WBQLQ/TgeeQXH9KsI/AAAAAAAACKE/8J_l0NxLXvc/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvV3t8WBQLQ/TgeeQXH9KsI/AAAAAAAACKE/8J_l0NxLXvc/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVpN2qcigK8/TgejLg7-oEI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TEpMfrsPw3k/s1600/IMG_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVpN2qcigK8/TgejLg7-oEI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TEpMfrsPw3k/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After seeing Seven ride the horse, Rilian decided he wanted to ride, too. But he wanted Seven to ride with him. Seven was sweet and held on to Rilian so he wouldn't fall off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtpxoy3yFDY/TgeeR7231sI/AAAAAAAACKI/BQKq9F6UG7o/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtpxoy3yFDY/TgeeR7231sI/AAAAAAAACKI/BQKq9F6UG7o/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JGHYx9R3f8/TgeeUIG21yI/AAAAAAAACKM/7zc1f4Jv1eM/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JGHYx9R3f8/TgeeUIG21yI/AAAAAAAACKM/7zc1f4Jv1eM/s320/10.JPG" width="168" /&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/1434747502468359848-3693023995565504971?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3693023995565504971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-farm-playdate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3693023995565504971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3693023995565504971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-farm-playdate.html' title='May Farm Playdate'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WoPr8Kzp-8/TgecCLeVTDI/AAAAAAAACJs/UGFWHNkRw78/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-3844497259078366320</id><published>2011-06-24T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:44:19.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper's 7th Birthday Partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On May 18, Piper turned 7 years old! My baby girl is 7 years old!!! Time sure does fly! Piper will be starting 2nd grade in the fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper decided she wanted a dog themed birthday party. Jeremy got to use his mad cake making skills. He let her pick three dogs that he would make on cupcakes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeEhg8R1cxY/TgUi6QqJH8I/AAAAAAAACIo/tppIp9HXsnI/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeEhg8R1cxY/TgUi6QqJH8I/AAAAAAAACIo/tppIp9HXsnI/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She chose a Chiuaua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Jkw30YmeH8/TgUi8iBBGiI/AAAAAAAACIs/SDEH3e9gEVw/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Jkw30YmeH8/TgUi8iBBGiI/AAAAAAAACIs/SDEH3e9gEVw/s320/2.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Old English Sheepdog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9JZp2NrupQ/TgUi-aZNQSI/AAAAAAAACIw/E8Lh2b1KAxo/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9JZp2NrupQ/TgUi-aZNQSI/AAAAAAAACIw/E8Lh2b1KAxo/s320/3.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And a Collie. When it came time to pick which cupcake the kids wanted, Finn said he wanted the one with a beard...this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POn0H51t5Ng/TgUjAscVWhI/AAAAAAAACI0/6ooJDgLVYmY/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POn0H51t5Ng/TgUjAscVWhI/AAAAAAAACI0/6ooJDgLVYmY/s320/4.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy got even more creative and made dog treats. Well, they aren't exactly dog treats. They are peanut butter cookies shaped like dog treats.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8FMl0JHtSw/TgUjG7mxodI/AAAAAAAACI4/0QTql6J_tzs/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8FMl0JHtSw/TgUjG7mxodI/AAAAAAAACI4/0QTql6J_tzs/s320/5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper wanted to have a slip-n-slide party. We thought it would be fun to get the one with three lanes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5InXU7FfowM/TgUjH24_t-I/AAAAAAAACI8/v2ce_azp89w/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5InXU7FfowM/TgUjH24_t-I/AAAAAAAACI8/v2ce_azp89w/s320/6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It even came with small inflatable looking kick boards, so they could race.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNN9KS5tXhw/TgUjLv9I_jI/AAAAAAAACJA/ckFNqJVA1Sg/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNN9KS5tXhw/TgUjLv9I_jI/AAAAAAAACJA/ckFNqJVA1Sg/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was a small "pool" at the end. It was really more like an area where water collected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgquT9cjwmE/TgUjQ0SFeAI/AAAAAAAACJE/dp5wMpYk_ws/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgquT9cjwmE/TgUjQ0SFeAI/AAAAAAAACJE/dp5wMpYk_ws/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lots of splashing happened...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPlcweeYiG4/TgUjRzJ6tAI/AAAAAAAACJI/V-6PPsrqDtY/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPlcweeYiG4/TgUjRzJ6tAI/AAAAAAAACJI/V-6PPsrqDtY/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a big hit. They had a blast!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zS2ZTXng1mM/TgUjVNinKhI/AAAAAAAACJM/YvBpA8-ACRw/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zS2ZTXng1mM/TgUjVNinKhI/AAAAAAAACJM/YvBpA8-ACRw/s320/10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time to sing to the birthday girl...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKHnnjkGuWs/TgUjXSvlP0I/AAAAAAAACJQ/FJUaG_1WaxM/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKHnnjkGuWs/TgUjXSvlP0I/AAAAAAAACJQ/FJUaG_1WaxM/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-720fb192b872fa0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D720fb192b872fa0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D81B9A693D622EE6ED3FD4CE8D41DE6B30CADB9.725B3EE5A7CAAE80D476A73F372326C307BFEF9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D720fb192b872fa0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpPybepUp5Zv1oVUwhzwzm7uM3kQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D720fb192b872fa0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D81B9A693D622EE6ED3FD4CE8D41DE6B30CADB9.725B3EE5A7CAAE80D476A73F372326C307BFEF9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D720fb192b872fa0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpPybepUp5Zv1oVUwhzwzm7uM3kQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently, Gustavo was very excited that it was Piper's birthday. She tells me they are going to date in high school. It is funny to hear their "plan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since the kids were all wet from playing on the slip-n-slide, we put a blanket out and they had a picnic with their dog cupcakes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXAUJysOyQ/TgUk2poaqnI/AAAAAAAACJU/328N0U2tW4M/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXAUJysOyQ/TgUk2poaqnI/AAAAAAAACJU/328N0U2tW4M/s320/13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time to open presents...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZObYbToTzmM/TgUk330r9mI/AAAAAAAACJY/JLYsEE_rCnA/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZObYbToTzmM/TgUk330r9mI/AAAAAAAACJY/JLYsEE_rCnA/s320/14.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian was very interested in this present of Piper's. She got some of the &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/littlestpetshop/en_US/"&gt;Littlest Pet Shop&lt;/a&gt; stuff. She plays with it alot and Rilian joins right in. It is funny, he calls it "Shopping Shop," instead of Littlest Pet Shop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6ZCQ1zoAlA/TgUk4lW1YjI/AAAAAAAACJc/DGKcGJ1DUmY/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6ZCQ1zoAlA/TgUk4lW1YjI/AAAAAAAACJc/DGKcGJ1DUmY/s320/15.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After Piper opened all her presents, we turned the slip-n-slide back on. It was making quite a mess in our backyard and Rilian was enjoying the mess!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLEa_VpioTw/TgUlJ-ZbpeI/AAAAAAAACJk/efAOK-ciMi4/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLEa_VpioTw/TgUlJ-ZbpeI/AAAAAAAACJk/efAOK-ciMi4/s320/16.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love discovering a picture where I have caught my child in a jump, mid-air. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsFP6EAplNc/TgUk8w2ce9I/AAAAAAAACJg/kEiBVK6p-E0/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsFP6EAplNc/TgUk8w2ce9I/AAAAAAAACJg/kEiBVK6p-E0/s320/17.JPG" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was interesting to watch Rilian. Notice how he doesn't walk ON the grass, he stays in the puddles. He's a funny kid!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94016f6d45e8e0a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94016f6d45e8e0a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D137D9C834FA934025061044A1CDCD95B86DE5853.759D11694412164526DDC0957C549133C742010D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94016f6d45e8e0a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5_FZ9IIz9irOEGkfwcS-sRampt4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94016f6d45e8e0a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D137D9C834FA934025061044A1CDCD95B86DE5853.759D11694412164526DDC0957C549133C742010D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94016f6d45e8e0a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5_FZ9IIz9irOEGkfwcS-sRampt4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Piper! I am so thankful that God trusted me to take care of you 7 years ago! You came into this world 4 weeks early. You have never been behind. You have always been ahead of the game.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCC0fUalXI8/TgVXtTfycEI/AAAAAAAACJo/eQro7jPugNU/s1600/Piper+Mughain+Voss.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCC0fUalXI8/TgVXtTfycEI/AAAAAAAACJo/eQro7jPugNU/s320/Piper+Mughain+Voss.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It has been a wild and crazy ride, so far...I don't imagine it will be any less wild and crazy as you continue to grow up. You are unique. You are very creative! I like how you like to do things your own way. If there is a table or chair or what have you, in the way of your destination, you don't go around. You choose to go over, or under. You like a challenge. I am excited to continue to watch you grow up. Right now, you say you want to be a police woman...so you can have a German Shepherd. We shall see if you change your mind. Whatever you chose to do, you will be great at it! I love you Piper!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-3844497259078366320?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/3844497259078366320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/pipers-7th-birthday-partay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3844497259078366320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/3844497259078366320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/pipers-7th-birthday-partay.html' title='Piper&apos;s 7th Birthday Partay!'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeEhg8R1cxY/TgUi6QqJH8I/AAAAAAAACIo/tppIp9HXsnI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-5352797857909482863</id><published>2011-06-21T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:08:23.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper's New Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper had been asking to get her haircut for several months. She wanted it cut short like her cousin, Mabrie. Mabrie's hair is cute on her. It is above her shoulders. I REALLY did not want to have Piper's hair cut this short. She was three years old before she really had a good head of hair. And it was so pretty and long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJDLrO5dlsk/TgAVgxSA-SI/AAAAAAAACIE/Yib-B3Blk6c/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJDLrO5dlsk/TgAVgxSA-SI/AAAAAAAACIE/Yib-B3Blk6c/s320/1.JPG" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not exactly sure why Piper decided to make this face when I took the picture of her beautiful long hair. I guess it is because she is my daughter. When I was younger, my mom liked to take pictures of me. I didn't want to get my picture taken that often, so I made faces in the pictures. Apparently what they say is true, you reap what you sow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2sdpIj_Cnk/TgAVin-4fzI/AAAAAAAACII/13VyZVZk-eM/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2sdpIj_Cnk/TgAVin-4fzI/AAAAAAAACII/13VyZVZk-eM/s320/2.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In the past, Piper has taken matters into her own hands. Translation = she cut her own hair without permission. I didn't want to keep putting off getting her hair cut in fear that she might take matters into her own hands again! I figured I had put off getting her hair cut long enough. I told Piper that on her birthday we would go to &lt;a href="http://www.coolcuts4kids.com/?utm_source=lbc&amp;amp;utm_medium=maps&amp;amp;utm_campaign=lbc"&gt;Cool Cuts&lt;/a&gt; and get her hair cut. She was so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Cool Cuts, the child who is getting their hair cut can pick a movie to watch while they get their hair cut. Piper picked Tangled. How fitting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-MKx_4WFIU/TgAVlf6xzoI/AAAAAAAACIM/g0v0kd9igxQ/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-MKx_4WFIU/TgAVlf6xzoI/AAAAAAAACIM/g0v0kd9igxQ/s320/3.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say good-bye to Piper's long hair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9gEoWlISXc/TgAVpYG66_I/AAAAAAAACIQ/UjPoDupduw0/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9gEoWlISXc/TgAVpYG66_I/AAAAAAAACIQ/UjPoDupduw0/s320/4.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pmq2POLhEk/TgAVqJTAo4I/AAAAAAAACIU/EUSb9A50hug/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pmq2POLhEk/TgAVqJTAo4I/AAAAAAAACIU/EUSb9A50hug/s320/5.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper's locks on the floor... We thought about donating it to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;, but her hair wasn't quite long enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAqUTpj3HqI/TgAYFV_q5-I/AAAAAAAACIY/Rp6tgoPZO98/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAqUTpj3HqI/TgAYFV_q5-I/AAAAAAAACIY/Rp6tgoPZO98/s320/6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the cut is the styling...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf-vVDcp6lw/TgAYHzT3qjI/AAAAAAAACIc/hI35jvMTVxo/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf-vVDcp6lw/TgAYHzT3qjI/AAAAAAAACIc/hI35jvMTVxo/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now I present my 7 year old with her big girl hair cut!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3efOuN2XWsU/TgAYKHN4leI/AAAAAAAACIg/DuvWmx13MOI/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3efOuN2XWsU/TgAYKHN4leI/AAAAAAAACIg/DuvWmx13MOI/s320/8.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmowDrHSpdk/TgAYY1BKnPI/AAAAAAAACIk/ZkPqgxU8PTg/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmowDrHSpdk/TgAYY1BKnPI/AAAAAAAACIk/ZkPqgxU8PTg/s320/9.JPG" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like I said earlier, I REALLY did not want to cut her hair this short. But I came to the conclusion that it is her hair. AND it will grow back. Piper is growing up and we may not always agree on things. Hair length is miniscule in the grand scheme of things. It is time to let my baby girl grow up and start making some of her own decisions. I can't keep her a baby forever...And she does look really cute with her new doo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-5352797857909482863?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/5352797857909482863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/pipers-new-doo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5352797857909482863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/5352797857909482863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/pipers-new-doo.html' title='Piper&apos;s New Doo'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJDLrO5dlsk/TgAVgxSA-SI/AAAAAAAACIE/Yib-B3Blk6c/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-6071099107938350008</id><published>2011-06-20T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:44:43.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Granny Think of Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to have a job at a local company that allowed me to work at home. I worked 20 hours a week. Jeremy's mom works half a days on Fridays and would pick up Seven and Rilian when she got off work. Then when Piper and Finn got out of school, she would pick them up and take them to her house. She did this so I could finish the rest of my hours for the week. I no longer have this job, but Jeremy's mom graciously continues to keep the kids for me on Friday afternoons. I am very grateful for this! I told her she didn't have to keep doing this, but she said, "When Jeremy was younger, I just wished someone would take him for 30 minutes so I could have a break. So, I am happy to do it for you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Friday afternoon, I went to Granny's house for something and she said I had to see something. This is what she showed me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcAMD3NNbHI/Tf0fvDHIRrI/AAAAAAAACHw/Uu3CMtDJXhQ/s1600/photo6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcAMD3NNbHI/Tf0fvDHIRrI/AAAAAAAACHw/Uu3CMtDJXhQ/s320/photo6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven and Rilian were sleeping in boxes! I thought it was funny. But as I watched their still bodies laying there, it was also kind of creepy. It looked like they were in coffins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now when the kids spend the night at Granny's or take a nap at Granny's, they each have a box to sleep in. This is usually the order for their boxes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_AKkzvf5eE/Tf0f6kpx6WI/AAAAAAAACH0/T4F_qH1HL4A/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_AKkzvf5eE/Tf0f6kpx6WI/AAAAAAAACH0/T4F_qH1HL4A/s320/photo1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little closer view of Piper and Finn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc6_4pz9CIE/Tf0gF-gNSfI/AAAAAAAACH4/Uw-bR7XR0A4/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc6_4pz9CIE/Tf0gF-gNSfI/AAAAAAAACH4/Uw-bR7XR0A4/s320/photo4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Rilian with his kitty...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUukGA-MxFc/Tf0gapeigDI/AAAAAAAACIA/Ym4v8AACkEY/s1600/photo5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUukGA-MxFc/Tf0gapeigDI/AAAAAAAACIA/Ym4v8AACkEY/s320/photo5.JPG" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's funny because if the kids are at Joyce's and they get tired, they start to ask for their boxes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love Joyce's creativity. You never know what she will come up with next! And I mean that in a good way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-6071099107938350008?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/6071099107938350008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-will-granny-think-of-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/6071099107938350008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/6071099107938350008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-will-granny-think-of-next.html' title='What Will Granny Think of Next?'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcAMD3NNbHI/Tf0fvDHIRrI/AAAAAAAACHw/Uu3CMtDJXhQ/s72-c/photo6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-2146393939398538531</id><published>2011-06-10T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:39:37.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgettable Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easter was on a Sunday. Do you know what I look forward to on Sundays? A nap! I live for Sunday afternoon naps. I was awoken from my beloved nap by hail. Yes, hail! It was hailing...alot! It was the size of golf balls. Some parts of town got baseball size and even softball size. I am glad we didn't get any that big. This is our backyard, as the hail continues to fall. You can see steam coming up from the ground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2mTasJ0UTE/TfGSmiZp-pI/AAAAAAAACHY/0N58Az1338U/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2mTasJ0UTE/TfGSmiZp-pI/AAAAAAAACHY/0N58Az1338U/s320/137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the front yard. It just covered the ground. It knocked leaves off the trees. The green you see on the ground is leaves, not grass. There is a daycare by my kid's school and all the leaves were knocked off the bushes. It looked really weird. If you look to the street, you can see it covering the street, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63foGaY64dY/TfGSsW_YXMI/AAAAAAAACHc/wqHZ9YNGKcQ/s1600/138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63foGaY64dY/TfGSsW_YXMI/AAAAAAAACHc/wqHZ9YNGKcQ/s320/138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's a close up...it hailed for at least two hours straight! There was also rain. Pouring rain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJtkdIwJZyE/TfGSwx3_rbI/AAAAAAAACHg/Q_x3oYo-FQk/s1600/140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJtkdIwJZyE/TfGSwx3_rbI/AAAAAAAACHg/Q_x3oYo-FQk/s320/140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was really loud! I opened the windows to let the cool air come in and we actually had to raise our voices to hear each other talk! Rilian just sat there watching it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8jRGBogJMI/TfGS0yggLyI/AAAAAAAACHk/O8hjmwfDJPg/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8jRGBogJMI/TfGS0yggLyI/AAAAAAAACHk/O8hjmwfDJPg/s320/143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The town we live in does not have a drainage system for the rain. Well, it does, but the drainage system is the streets. That means when it rains, the streets flood. The part of town we live in has some streets close to our house that are major drainage systems. Certain streets become rivers. The water flows pretty fast and even comes above the curbs. No worries, though. As soon as the rain stops, it isn't long before the rivers turn back into streets again. But if it rains alot or for a long time, this can cause a problem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremy has a side job of repairing iPhones. Alot of people have had cracked or shattered glass on their iPhones and Jeremy fixes them. There have been other things that he has fixed on them, too, but the most common repair is to replace the front glass. He had one that he had just fixed and the owner of it lived near Dallas, but was in town visiting a friend. He was leaving that day to go home, so we needed to get the iPhone to him. We got in the van and navigated around the rivers or flooded streets, whatever you want to call them, as best as we could. It took alot of detours. One of the main streets by our house majorly floods and has a very strong current. A van sits up a little higher than a car, but not as high as a truck or SUV. We found a place to cross this major street that the water was a little lower than it was in a different intersection. There was no way around this street. We had to cross it in order to get to our friend's house. There were a couple of other majorly flooded intersections we had to cross, too. We almost didn't make it through one. We made it to our friend's street. I looked up in the sky and saw a rainbow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like how the water drops on the windshield look.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQIj7ux74KI/TfGTfK600zI/AAAAAAAACHo/o-fWGf2EP_4/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQIj7ux74KI/TfGTfK600zI/AAAAAAAACHo/o-fWGf2EP_4/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the above picture you can see a glimpse of how the streets flood, but this is nothing compared to other parts of town. We were driving along and passed a van that was on the side of the road and looked like it had just been pulled out of some water. Just as Jeremy made that comment, we were in water...and it was too deep...and our van died. Apparently, that street dipped down and made the water laying there too deep to pass through. You can barely see headlights in the distance in the picture...that is where it happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I started calling our friends to see if they could come help us. If we would have opened our doors, water would have come in. To be honest, I don't know how Jeremy got out of the van because I was calling our friends and listening to the comments the kids were making. I didn't really pay attention, I just realized Jeremy was out in the water. It was halfway up his thighs. I asked him later how he got out. He said he climbed out the window. Finn and Seven thought it was fun. They said we were in a pond. Piper was scared at first. I started thinking about how cold the water would be and that I would have to carry them through it. The kids were all wearing rain boots, but if they had gotten in that deep of water, their rain boots would have been pointless. Then a good samaritan in a truck stopped to help us. He hooked a tow strap up to the van. But it kept slipping off every time he tried to drive to pull us out of the water. Finally, he and Jeremy gave up on pulling the van out of the water. So, Jeremy, the good samaritan, and the lady that was with the good samaritan pushed the van to a nearby parking lot that was on a little higher and dry ground, while I steered. Jeremy tried to start the van once...no luck. Because of a previous vehicle drowning experience, Jeremy knew not to keep trying to start the van. About 8 years ago, Jeremy accidentally drowned our 4Runner. I won't go into detail, it's kind of a long story. But the town we live in, had been getting rain for several days and was flooding, literally flooding. And he misjudged the depth of the water and well, the rest is history. I think he might be getting a reputation now. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since our friends lived less than a mile from where our van drowned, we just walked the rest of the way to their house. The rain had stopped for the time being. The kids were in their rain boots, so we told them they could splash as much as they wanted to on the way to our friend's house. By the time we got there, their boots were filled with water from all the splashing. Seven and Rilian each fell at least once amongst all the splashing on our walk to our friend's house. It also started to rain again, a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we arrived at our friend's house, we went into the backyard and this was the scene...I just thought we were going to dry ground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9ShhPVEKCM/TfGTi8LkfZI/AAAAAAAACHs/sFn4uyZGovQ/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9ShhPVEKCM/TfGTi8LkfZI/AAAAAAAACHs/sFn4uyZGovQ/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh well, at least the kids had a blast! I think it's funny that there are plastic Easter Eggs floating in the water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e11072081142889" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e11072081142889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2523F31A452D6D1E93EA11E0A684EAE096C9AC87.2610FDAEFA322DC1F33327F09287A9A37F2BBC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e11072081142889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGZqbUDKw_f3v5dZgd3EFagqAG_Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e11072081142889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2523F31A452D6D1E93EA11E0A684EAE096C9AC87.2610FDAEFA322DC1F33327F09287A9A37F2BBC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e11072081142889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGZqbUDKw_f3v5dZgd3EFagqAG_Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salem was pushing her "baby", Piper, in the baby stroller...too funny! And Seven takes a rain boot full of water and dumps it on them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1afdfc6856b5722" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1afdfc6856b5722%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C1FB9EB747FD35B3999F9B281988CB3EB191D18.5DB3F4FDAACBF8039CE022476C7E303E59A18134%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1afdfc6856b5722%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4p0ADmqZzDGxCVA_PJU3M3yYBJA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1afdfc6856b5722%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C1FB9EB747FD35B3999F9B281988CB3EB191D18.5DB3F4FDAACBF8039CE022476C7E303E59A18134%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1afdfc6856b5722%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4p0ADmqZzDGxCVA_PJU3M3yYBJA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you wondering the outcome of our vehicle? It didn't make it...it served it's time...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We now have to do some vehicle shopping. I was so against getting a van in the first place. I drove a Jeep Wrangler...I could not go from a Jeep Wrangler to a minivan. Those were &lt;a href="http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heaven.html"&gt;my thoughts&lt;/a&gt; when we were about to have our fourth baby. But financially, buying the minivan we did, was the best decision for us at the time. When the insurance company totaled our minivan, I begged Jeremy, "You made me drive a minivan for two years! Now can I get an SUV?!? If you don't like it, you can drown it, too." We shall see...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1434747502468359848-2146393939398538531?l=halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/feeds/2146393939398538531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/unforgettable-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2146393939398538531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1434747502468359848/posts/default/2146393939398538531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfadozenvosses.blogspot.com/2011/06/unforgettable-storm.html' title='The Unforgettable Storm'/><author><name>Amy Voss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07201765430429543118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWVeHb0dZAM/TwHCqywKBfI/AAAAAAAACpI/tk9nCK__TQY/s220/DSC00295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2mTasJ0UTE/TfGSmiZp-pI/AAAAAAAACHY/0N58Az1338U/s72-c/137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434747502468359848.post-2835162426112440771</id><published>2011-06-09T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:58:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I am well aware that it is June and Easter happened in April. I am just now getting to blog about it. I'm a little busy, as you can tell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My brother and his family came into town for Easter. It is always a joy to have them visit! What is Easter without dying eggs?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1FKHdhDHLQ/TeqOfcLkPaI/AAAAAAAACF0/dzx5Y7eyBDY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1FKHdhDHLQ/TeqOfcLkPaI/AAAAAAAACF0/dzx5Y7eyBDY/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You probably can't tell, but Seven is watching as Papa Bud moves the orange dye over to his eggs so he can dye them orange...remember, orange is his FAVORITE color!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNQsOXOsRHA/TeqOk9CA1hI/AAAAAAAACF4/vfmlMXi84VY/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNQsOXOsRHA/TeqOk9CA1hI/AAAAAAAACF4/vfmlMXi84VY/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is Seven's orange egg.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHIbx2-Tv6o/TeqOnEgAFHI/AAAAAAAACF8/khINQHkSvpo/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHIbx2-Tv6o/TeqOnEgAFHI/AAAAAAAACF8/khINQHkSvpo/s320/4.JPG" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rilian made a green egg. Rilian was a pro at dying eggs! I thought he would need help, but he took charge and did it all by himself! He was so good at it. It was cute to watch him. He took an egg out of the carton, put it in the dye, and took it out when it was "ready." Then he repeated it all over again. I wish you could have seen him!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltA4buG2ms/TeqOoxYL1WI/AAAAAAAACGA/iW0JADXMaAA/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltA4buG2ms/TeqOoxYL1WI/AAAAAAAACGA/iW0JADXMaAA/s320/6.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allie and Uncle Punk made a good team dying her eggs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_TAp8sPwOU/TeqOqeI8gfI/AAAAAAAACGE/iw6lkp3r9_g/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_TAp8sPwOU/TeqOqeI8gfI/AAAAAAAACGE/iw6lkp3r9_g/s320/7.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piper dying an egg purple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQI2kzeiXUU/TeqOsNIg6SI/AAAAAAAACGI/f9mUSFH-xOM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQI2kzeiXUU/TeqOsNIg6SI/AAAAAAAACGI/f9mUSFH-xOM/s320/8.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mabrie dying her eggs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvgcq2Br1F8/TeqOuSxW0PI/AAAAAAAACGM/qZtqxPPiTyU/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvgcq2Br1F8/TeqOuSxW0PI/AAAAAAAACGM/qZtqxPPiTyU/s320/10.JPG" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Finn with his eggs. I guess he thought it was easier to use his fingers to put the egg in the dye. I would almost agree.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2N6eqs5zt8/TeqOw_HPCAI/AAAAAAAACGQ/cjSCV3vPnBU/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2N6eqs5zt8/TeqOw_HPCAI/AAAAAAAACGQ/cjSCV3vPnBU/s320/11.JPG" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My beautiful children, dressed in their beautiful Easter outfits...I always like to take a picture before we leave for church. You never know what can happen to their appearance once we get in the car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgoNDh1puDI/TeqO0PGNNnI/AAAAAAAACGU/CyL95h9l56A/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgoNDh1puDI/TeqO0PGNNnI/AAAAAAAACGU/CyL95h9l56A/s320/12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to Nanny's for lunch, but our church got out 
