<?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-32417322</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:23:20.915-08:00</updated><category term='2nd birthday'/><category term='landscaping'/><category term='yard'/><title type='text'>Truitt Time</title><subtitle type='html'>The occasional postings of the comings and goings of Matt, Emily, Christopher, and the big cat Pooter &amp;amp; little cat Bella.  So set your clocks, sit back, relax, and enjoy some time with us....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9086684995917691023</id><published>2012-02-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:03:48.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teaching Portfolio</title><content type='html'>It's finally done!&amp;nbsp; I'm not done with the entire class yet - still have to finish a couple of write-ups of my experience with my mentor teacher and my evaluation of the course itself - but I have finished and published the web site that is my teaching portfolio.&amp;nbsp; It's the major project of the final lesson for this course.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I finish the rest of the lesson today, I can submit that and then schedule the final for the week of the 13th.&amp;nbsp; One 3-hour essay-writing final later and I will have completed Latin 4770!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the website.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't look like much, but it is a compilation of a lot of work over the past 8&amp;nbsp; months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.me.com/ehtruitt/Latin_4770_Teaching_Portfolio/Welcome.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9086684995917691023?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9086684995917691023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9086684995917691023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9086684995917691023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9086684995917691023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-teaching-portfolio.html' title='My Teaching Portfolio'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-1636289425447650351</id><published>2012-01-28T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:39:20.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did!</title><content type='html'>As part of the Latin Teaching Methods course I am nearly (halleleujah!) done with, I had to create a PowerPoint presentation for one of the reading passages in the textbook I use.&amp;nbsp; My professor liked it so much, he added it to the class website and to the Wheelock's Latin web site.&amp;nbsp; I'm ridiculously excited about it, so I had to share!&amp;nbsp; On the Wheelock site, scroll down to the section on handouts and powerpoints and find my name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wheelockslatin.com/wheelocksteacherguide.html"&gt;http://www.wheelockslatin.com/wheelocksteacherguide.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlafleur.myweb.uga.edu/latn4770/powerpoints.htm"&gt;http://rlafleur.myweb.uga.edu/latn4770/powerpoints.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-1636289425447650351?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1636289425447650351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=1636289425447650351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1636289425447650351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1636289425447650351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-746795965561290886</id><published>2011-10-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:07:23.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caXUAgQnJR0/Tq95AKeeUZI/AAAAAAAABIs/wgRTLhdWYRk/s1600/P1000256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caXUAgQnJR0/Tq95AKeeUZI/AAAAAAAABIs/wgRTLhdWYRk/s320/P1000256.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying on the costume last night, "just to see how it feels," and in honor of carving the pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Matt loves to watch "Nightmare Before Christmas" around Halloween, so in honor of the tradition we have a Jack Skeleton pumpkin face.&amp;nbsp; The helmet technically isn't part of his costume, but he couldn't find the mask that goes with it.&amp;nbsp; The mask doesn't really fit or function well anyway, so it won't be used.&amp;nbsp; We have other plans...&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/-xn0tCNjOxaE/Tq95CLrE7lI/AAAAAAAABI0/4f042MUpfOY/s1600/P1000257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xn0tCNjOxaE/Tq95CLrE7lI/AAAAAAAABI0/4f042MUpfOY/s320/P1000257.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 1.&amp;nbsp; Spike the hair in place of having horns.&amp;nbsp; Outline the grand design on the excited boy's face.&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/-fOuiLEse7V0/Tq95EgJFFQI/AAAAAAAABI8/Mz8yvzp0A9U/s1600/P1000258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOuiLEse7V0/Tq95EgJFFQI/AAAAAAAABI8/Mz8yvzp0A9U/s320/P1000258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 2.&amp;nbsp; With engineer-like precision, begin applying the yellow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQtSl8_aXxw/Tq95G1NB3fI/AAAAAAAABJE/7VbwQNnwN34/s1600/P1000259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQtSl8_aXxw/Tq95G1NB3fI/AAAAAAAABJE/7VbwQNnwN34/s320/P1000259.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 3.&amp;nbsp; Sit still!&amp;nbsp; Sit still!&amp;nbsp; Okay, yes, you can smile at mom while she takes pictures.&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/-4Nz-QahS8A4/Tq95I7PwmFI/AAAAAAAABJM/UYIFGV1XChM/s1600/P1000260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nz-QahS8A4/Tq95I7PwmFI/AAAAAAAABJM/UYIFGV1XChM/s320/P1000260.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 4.&amp;nbsp; Dad, how long is this going to take?&amp;nbsp; Contrast color being applied.&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/-IO8MlWkfslg/Tq95KzAHiOI/AAAAAAAABJU/NUd5zougBQI/s1600/P1000261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IO8MlWkfslg/Tq95KzAHiOI/AAAAAAAABJU/NUd5zougBQI/s320/P1000261.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 5.&amp;nbsp; Whoa!!!&amp;nbsp; I am looking awesome!!!!&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/-mevSPn2fXS0/Tq95NZJS2tI/AAAAAAAABJc/LUOWDdtCOQE/s1600/P1000262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mevSPn2fXS0/Tq95NZJS2tI/AAAAAAAABJc/LUOWDdtCOQE/s320/P1000262.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 6.&amp;nbsp; Blow dry the face so the paint is dry before the boy is allowed to move anywhere else where he may bump against something that smears off or absorbs wet face paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_n-ftV7q2XM/Tq95PdfpDPI/AAAAAAAABJk/lRtEJiMUytY/s1600/P1000263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_n-ftV7q2XM/Tq95PdfpDPI/AAAAAAAABJk/lRtEJiMUytY/s320/P1000263.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 7.&amp;nbsp; Starting to look familiar?&amp;nbsp; Time for clothes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoHjgSpzKW4/Tq95Q9TqYCI/AAAAAAAABJs/-i1xvyueFC0/s1600/P1000264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoHjgSpzKW4/Tq95Q9TqYCI/AAAAAAAABJs/-i1xvyueFC0/s320/P1000264.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 7 1/2.&amp;nbsp; Explain to Hannah that Christopher is almost ready and that we will go trick or treating soon.&amp;nbsp; Yes, she can&amp;nbsp; play with the taken apart computer while she waits.&amp;nbsp; Yes, she can hold Christopher's sword while she waits...and waits...&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/-PkMI0PLaj04/Tq95S3ePLFI/AAAAAAAABJ0/EzCYAe_SVjc/s1600/P1000265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkMI0PLaj04/Tq95S3ePLFI/AAAAAAAABJ0/EzCYAe_SVjc/s320/P1000265.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steps 8-10:&amp;nbsp; Pose for the camera!&amp;nbsp; Anybody recognize the character?&amp;nbsp; It's not Darth Maul, but very closely related.&amp;nbsp; He's a character from the animated Star Wars: The Clone Wars series.&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/-_Hvb6KFzGgc/Tq95VBCpbxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/sKYPgNIxcnQ/s1600/P1000266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Hvb6KFzGgc/Tq95VBCpbxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/sKYPgNIxcnQ/s320/P1000266.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Complete with the double-sword.&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/-HiXlTAsAUIg/Tq95XNL_nKI/AAAAAAAABKE/5F7Ra_15w5A/s1600/P1000267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiXlTAsAUIg/Tq95XNL_nKI/AAAAAAAABKE/5F7Ra_15w5A/s320/P1000267.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which can be used together or apart.&amp;nbsp; Got to love the options!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHLitZZIb50/Tq95ZNTUo6I/AAAAAAAABKM/_V5Fawn3dSU/s1600/P1000268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHLitZZIb50/Tq95ZNTUo6I/AAAAAAAABKM/_V5Fawn3dSU/s320/P1000268.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a team!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3umOXc3iM_c/Tq95bdUIbXI/AAAAAAAABKU/hm-6na08A8s/s1600/P1000269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3umOXc3iM_c/Tq95bdUIbXI/AAAAAAAABKU/hm-6na08A8s/s320/P1000269.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Savage Opress.&amp;nbsp; No, I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp; That is his name.&amp;nbsp; I'm not making it up.&amp;nbsp; But I did manage to capture a little bit of beautiful sunset behind the fierce warrior apprentice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G65F6_tpw0c/Tq95d0BImSI/AAAAAAAABKc/ZkccUAePn-s/s1600/P1000270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G65F6_tpw0c/Tq95d0BImSI/AAAAAAAABKc/ZkccUAePn-s/s320/P1000270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One more pose with Savage and Jack. at the end of a fun evening of trick or treating.&amp;nbsp; We left part of his haul out as a donation for the tooth fairy.&amp;nbsp; She's going to come pick it up tonight and go share it with other children who maybe didn't to go trick or treating and didn't get any candy.&amp;nbsp; She leaves a present in its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2EVwLSPAD4/Tq95fkMsgsI/AAAAAAAABKk/xnNuGFD8XKw/s1600/P1000271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2EVwLSPAD4/Tq95fkMsgsI/AAAAAAAABKk/xnNuGFD8XKw/s320/P1000271.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All artwork from this evening - Savage Opress and Jack Skeleton - created by Matt Truitt.&amp;nbsp; He's got skills!&amp;nbsp; I took the pictures.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-746795965561290886?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/746795965561290886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=746795965561290886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/746795965561290886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/746795965561290886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caXUAgQnJR0/Tq95AKeeUZI/AAAAAAAABIs/wgRTLhdWYRk/s72-c/P1000256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-822038766264496966</id><published>2011-10-01T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T13:20:52.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwrMD2rnG4s/Tod2GS-YVFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/b5kKGKFvZBo/s1600/P9240001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwrMD2rnG4s/Tod2GS-YVFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/b5kKGKFvZBo/s320/P9240001.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture of Matt in his referee outfit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-822038766264496966?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/822038766264496966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=822038766264496966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/822038766264496966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/822038766264496966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-promised.html' title='As promised....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwrMD2rnG4s/Tod2GS-YVFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/b5kKGKFvZBo/s72-c/P9240001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7612745228120283170</id><published>2011-09-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:44:10.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of soccer season!</title><content type='html'>Christopher was so excited for soccer to start this year!&amp;nbsp; Even though we were lucky enough to get the earliest game of the day this morning, it was still pretty warm in the sun and the boys played for a full hour.&amp;nbsp; He still loved it - and it was more organized of a game than two years ago when he was in the 4-year old league....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSV0hik3gSM/TnTaEHyRKSI/AAAAAAAABBA/OKZ-fW0EOsE/s1600/P9170014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSV0hik3gSM/TnTaEHyRKSI/AAAAAAAABBA/OKZ-fW0EOsE/s320/P9170014.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The prerequisite picture of him in his new soccer uniform before the game absolutely had to include his lego pyramid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFeNVJ70SY4/TnTaE_5eLBI/AAAAAAAABBE/UUucMzERnzM/s1600/P9170015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFeNVJ70SY4/TnTaE_5eLBI/AAAAAAAABBE/UUucMzERnzM/s320/P9170015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Warming up before the game.&amp;nbsp; That's Christoher in the front, with his face turned away from the camera...my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg285B5ZNBw/TnTaFpqmyTI/AAAAAAAABBI/2sdI_pmuHpo/s1600/P9170016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg285B5ZNBw/TnTaFpqmyTI/AAAAAAAABBI/2sdI_pmuHpo/s320/P9170016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christopher got to be the goalie in the 2nd quarter.&amp;nbsp; He was thrilled!&amp;nbsp; He did great, stopping three goals.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the other team was made up of boys all about a foot taller and a year older than our little guys, so (even though they don't technically keep score) our team was beaten soundly.&amp;nbsp; A hard lesson for the little ones, but it is only their first game and they're learning to work together as a team.&amp;nbsp; See the referee in the fancy black and yellow outfit?&amp;nbsp; It's not Matt.&amp;nbsp; But next week it will be...so stay tuned....I guarantee pictures.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqvrKO52Fyo/TnTaGZ8mKjI/AAAAAAAABBM/YcJQvYHWtHg/s1600/P9170018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqvrKO52Fyo/TnTaGZ8mKjI/AAAAAAAABBM/YcJQvYHWtHg/s320/P9170018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halftime pep talk.&amp;nbsp; Christopher is #2.&amp;nbsp; Again, the shot is from the back.&amp;nbsp; I'll work on it, I promise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7612745228120283170?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7612745228120283170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7612745228120283170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7612745228120283170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7612745228120283170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/09/beginning-of-soccer-season.html' title='The beginning of soccer season!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSV0hik3gSM/TnTaEHyRKSI/AAAAAAAABBA/OKZ-fW0EOsE/s72-c/P9170014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2675883054233060105</id><published>2011-09-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:32:07.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July - Matt's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff8eUhcBrnI/TnTYxNZKu1I/AAAAAAAABAs/qIoaK1zusLA/s1600/P6250004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff8eUhcBrnI/TnTYxNZKu1I/AAAAAAAABAs/qIoaK1zusLA/s320/P6250004.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christopher decided to dress up for Matt's birthday morning.&amp;nbsp; So he went into the closet, pulled out an old suit jacket and slacks and dress shoes.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FIDuP_MkEQ/TnTYxxXPimI/AAAAAAAABAw/7JYM8RfTY8I/s1600/P7090005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FIDuP_MkEQ/TnTYxxXPimI/AAAAAAAABAw/7JYM8RfTY8I/s320/P7090005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousins came over after the birthday lunch for some swimming.&amp;nbsp; Then it was time for presents and Christopher couldn't find the time to change out his suit before helping with presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFocfhiRosk/TnTYygqbZdI/AAAAAAAABA0/nxaENFJ8mFo/s1600/P7090008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFocfhiRosk/TnTYygqbZdI/AAAAAAAABA0/nxaENFJ8mFo/s320/P7090008.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matt got miniature lemon cakes for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; He usually gets a lemon cooler cake from Costco, but for some reason they didn't have them for his birthday this year.&amp;nbsp; Imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miF0vPSUH1g/TnTYzVhsb_I/AAAAAAAABA4/DLk-ZslJrVw/s1600/P7090009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miF0vPSUH1g/TnTYzVhsb_I/AAAAAAAABA4/DLk-ZslJrVw/s320/P7090009.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gtZjTw0clc/TnTY0cjs1SI/AAAAAAAABA8/U8vADJThxGg/s1600/P7310012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gtZjTw0clc/TnTY0cjs1SI/AAAAAAAABA8/U8vADJThxGg/s320/P7310012.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Birthday present from the cousins for their engineer uncle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2675883054233060105?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2675883054233060105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2675883054233060105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2675883054233060105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2675883054233060105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/09/july-matts-birthday.html' title='July - Matt&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff8eUhcBrnI/TnTYxNZKu1I/AAAAAAAABAs/qIoaK1zusLA/s72-c/P6250004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9177779686725767122</id><published>2011-08-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:59:15.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing Self Reliance: Our Story</title><content type='html'>Our friends just started this new blog and I'm so excited to share it!  Read the "Our Story" and then explore the rest of the site.  Even though they just started it, they're off to a great start with ideas for how to use zucchini and squash from a garden.  I've seen the transformation of their yard over the years and it is amazing to see what they're able to do with the time and resources they have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://developingselfreliance.blogspot.com/p/why-this-blog.html?spref=bl"&gt;Developing Self Reliance: Our Story&lt;/a&gt;: "My husband, Todd, and I have six children (ages 1-13).  We are busy just like you and just like you, we are figuring out how to make self-re..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9177779686725767122?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://developingselfreliance.blogspot.com/p/why-this-blog.html?spref=bl' title='Developing Self Reliance: Our Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9177779686725767122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9177779686725767122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9177779686725767122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9177779686725767122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/08/developing-self-reliance-our-story.html' title='Developing Self Reliance: Our Story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7298671784702284079</id><published>2011-07-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:52:48.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate!</title><content type='html'>I'm going out of order now, putting up a current event before catching up on the past.&amp;nbsp; I hope you can all forgive me.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; Christopher did his first belt testing in karate yesterday and moved up from white belt to 'high-white' belt (they add a black stripe).&amp;nbsp; He was so excited!&amp;nbsp; And he looks really cute too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iN0fSICvZzI/TjLIXmQoinI/AAAAAAAABAo/XaFRpOc9qlg/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iN0fSICvZzI/TjLIXmQoinI/AAAAAAAABAo/XaFRpOc9qlg/s320/Image.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's wearing the new belt and holding the old one.&amp;nbsp; They earn stripes on the ends of the belts for getting notes from home and friends for service, and for passing off different forms they learn.&amp;nbsp; We're going to take a little break for a couple of months as school starts and we get settled back in to that routine, but then we'll pick it back up again.&amp;nbsp; I need to see how the schedule shakes out between his school, me teaching 5 classes at my school, and the soccer team we signed up for several months ago before we went back to karate!&amp;nbsp; This kid has definitely got the energy for all of that - I just need to see if I do!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7298671784702284079?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7298671784702284079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7298671784702284079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7298671784702284079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7298671784702284079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/07/karate.html' title='Karate!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iN0fSICvZzI/TjLIXmQoinI/AAAAAAAABAo/XaFRpOc9qlg/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5933534441611355564</id><published>2011-06-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:32:06.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2010</title><content type='html'>I am rocking and rolling now!&amp;nbsp; Not a lot of detail, but I'm at least posting the highlights and remembering a few things.&amp;nbsp; November brought one significant change for us as we decided to move Christopher to another school.&amp;nbsp; It's difficult to explain without sounding snobby, but he wasn't learning anything new.&amp;nbsp; He was so far ahead of most of the class in reading that he was being singled out to work on something else while the other class groups learned their alphabet and what sounds the letters make.&amp;nbsp; When he started choosing easier work so that he wouldn't have to sit by himself, that really concerned us.&amp;nbsp; When the teacher told us her biggest challenge was keeping him challenged - and then did not provide any kind of plan for how she was going to do that - we knew it was time for a change.&amp;nbsp; We moved him from Zaharis Elementary which is northeast of us, to Franklin Elementary which is just about as far southwest of us.&amp;nbsp; But there is a big difference in the curriculum: Franklin works about a year ahead of grade level academically.&amp;nbsp; He was able to be with the same age of kids and still be challenged and learning new skills.&amp;nbsp; This school uses the Spalding method and does phonograms to help with reading.&amp;nbsp; They are also really big on penmanship and within just a few weeks Christopher's handwriting had noticeably improved.&amp;nbsp; He was much happier at the new school and made new friends quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvcNthFm1aw/Tfz6ysl8xwI/AAAAAAAAA24/fzbhTniwlmw/s1600/PB190070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvcNthFm1aw/Tfz6ysl8xwI/AAAAAAAAA24/fzbhTniwlmw/s320/PB190070.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A slightly out of focus picture.&amp;nbsp; Christopher's old class was sad to see him go and gave him a cute going away party at the end of their "Harvest Festival."&amp;nbsp; We moved him to the new school the week of Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; His old class sent him home with the costumes they had made for their Thanksgiving lunch and also gave him a cute book where each of his classmates had designed a special page.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIFWAxsBJ0Y/Tfz6zhFmphI/AAAAAAAAA28/vVpZeuZhw3Y/s1600/PB190072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIFWAxsBJ0Y/Tfz6zhFmphI/AAAAAAAAA28/vVpZeuZhw3Y/s320/PB190072.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also got to bring home his math book from the first kindergarten class.&amp;nbsp; He was very excited about these items and wanted to make sure I took two separate pictures of him with each thing - oh, and also the sucker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAk-W6pfojE/Tfz64pNTTcI/AAAAAAAAA3A/L9ltVzDmeLI/s1600/PB250076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAk-W6pfojE/Tfz64pNTTcI/AAAAAAAAA3A/L9ltVzDmeLI/s320/PB250076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving Day - We gathered the boy cousins together for a picture in the backyard following their after-lunch soccer game.&amp;nbsp; Dara's boys are so wonderful with Christopher.&amp;nbsp; From left to right, looking at the picture, are Adam (12), Arch IV (15 at the time, now 16), little Christopher in the middle (5), tall Aaron in the back (14), and Austin in front of him (7, now 8).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-YNS6Mbsqo/Tfz6-LUmopI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qseIVfdXXM0/s1600/PB250081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-YNS6Mbsqo/Tfz6-LUmopI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qseIVfdXXM0/s320/PB250081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt's dad, Darrell, in the plaid with his sister Susie next to him, his brother Rob in front with the glasses, and his dad Herman.&amp;nbsp; Herman and his wife Joy always make it out for either Christmas or Thanksgiving each year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5933534441611355564?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5933534441611355564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5933534441611355564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5933534441611355564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5933534441611355564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/06/november-2010.html' title='November 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvcNthFm1aw/Tfz6ysl8xwI/AAAAAAAAA24/fzbhTniwlmw/s72-c/PB190070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-887249684193693272</id><published>2011-06-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:11:39.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2010 - Part III - Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6KBbXoUCZo/Tfz0Pqw64II/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fr4MvGWLNE4/s1600/PA300061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6KBbXoUCZo/Tfz0Pqw64II/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fr4MvGWLNE4/s320/PA300061.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our traditional Christopher &amp;amp; Hannah picture for Halloween - Darth Vader and The Witch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOQ-mh3iTEE/Tfz3c9_ZllI/AAAAAAAAA2w/HlbWgeTln_8/s1600/PA300064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOQ-mh3iTEE/Tfz3c9_ZllI/AAAAAAAAA2w/HlbWgeTln_8/s320/PA300064.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher and his best buddy Caleb as Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmVYLaQG0Mc/Tfz4JtY_JnI/AAAAAAAAA20/lM1vQ88ElOM/s1600/PA300066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmVYLaQG0Mc/Tfz4JtY_JnI/AAAAAAAAA20/lM1vQ88ElOM/s320/PA300066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb's dad as Obi Wan Kenobe - The link between Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker is now complete&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0k88NNokhw/Tfz0ZjJ10SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/kYj2x6IVK2E/s1600/PB110068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0k88NNokhw/Tfz0ZjJ10SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/kYj2x6IVK2E/s320/PB110068.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not long after Halloween -&amp;nbsp; These kids can't get enough of the costumes, but this day was just a "get your helmet and a weapon" day.&amp;nbsp; The unique creation modeled by Hannah was Matt's early creation of an open-faced Boba Fett helmet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1158080711"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1158080712"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-887249684193693272?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/887249684193693272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=887249684193693272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/887249684193693272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/887249684193693272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/06/october-2010-part-iii-halloween-night.html' title='October 2010 - Part III - Halloween Night'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6KBbXoUCZo/Tfz0Pqw64II/AAAAAAAAA2k/Fr4MvGWLNE4/s72-c/PA300061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8886039293361372278</id><published>2011-06-17T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:08:31.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2010-Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clApnhUpyEY/TfukK-Utg1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k8hT4JHca10/s1600/PA230049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clApnhUpyEY/TfukK-Utg1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k8hT4JHca10/s320/PA230049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265468510339922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm realizing that I've forgotten how to get these pictures to do what I want.  When they post, they're in the opposite order of how I uploaded them and I can't get the top picture to scoot down for me to give an intro.  So...the late middle of October led us to Boo at the Zoo.  The Phoenix Zoo puts on a great Halloween celebration for the kids.  Christopher got to throw bean bags at pumpkin faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AkxZj9UEZI/TfukKZvmtvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dYD38QYkAsM/s1600/PA230048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9AkxZj9UEZI/TfukKZvmtvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dYD38QYkAsM/s320/PA230048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265458691028722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of pictures with some mascots.  One of Christopher's favorite 'puppet people' has always been the "Moo Cow" from Chick-Fil-A and he always makes an appearance here.  This year it was especially nice because they did away with the Mascot Parade (after one of the people in the puppet suits last year had to go to the hospital with heat stroke - it's still hot here, even in October) and had them all set up in the barn at Harmony Farm.  Cooler for everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etzD4H7HeiE/TfukJlChdBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NnZqJmTEZ-w/s1600/IMG_20101023_105758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etzD4H7HeiE/TfukJlChdBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NnZqJmTEZ-w/s320/IMG_20101023_105758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265444543296530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little promo for a movie that came out last fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkgd8x0Phlo/TfukJL6EKAI/AAAAAAAAA2A/uR69T8uPdT8/s1600/PA150041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkgd8x0Phlo/TfukJL6EKAI/AAAAAAAAA2A/uR69T8uPdT8/s320/PA150041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265437796935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher and Caleb's first attempt at a sleepover fell somewhere during this time.  Caleb ended up missing his mom and going home, but they had a fun time setting up for a movie before bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDM6ZZQ4w7w/TfukNFSQvxI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9oti4Y_FnXY/s1600/PA230051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDM6ZZQ4w7w/TfukNFSQvxI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9oti4Y_FnXY/s320/PA230051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265504738852626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back at the zoo - the goats in the petting zoo at Harmony Farm.  They let the kids brush them and they show off a little by butting heads with each other.  A good time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8886039293361372278?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8886039293361372278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8886039293361372278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8886039293361372278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8886039293361372278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/06/october-2010-part-ii.html' title='October 2010-Part II'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clApnhUpyEY/TfukK-Utg1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k8hT4JHca10/s72-c/PA230049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4094487934068264858</id><published>2011-06-17T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:30:59.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2010 - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ8vuhAm-00/TfucshsjamI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rZrDoBuFxy4/s1600/PA110033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ8vuhAm-00/TfucshsjamI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rZrDoBuFxy4/s320/PA110033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619257248848243298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Utah over October break last year to visit my family.  The kids got to walk through a corn stalk maze at a farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZulyow_0LE/Tfucr7XgKaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/AVIdJftej6M/s1600/PA100026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZulyow_0LE/Tfucr7XgKaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/AVIdJftej6M/s320/PA100026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619257238559402402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, my mom, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFpgqalnoKI/Tfucrl70HwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/NjQQ6kMrdIw/s1600/PA100008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFpgqalnoKI/Tfucrl70HwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/NjQQ6kMrdIw/s320/PA100008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619257232806125314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the cousins outside together.  They needed to get outside and run off some energy after dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hxRZrUbwoo/TfucrOZdU8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/elEpFCP-gTA/s1600/PA080002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hxRZrUbwoo/TfucrOZdU8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/elEpFCP-gTA/s320/PA080002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619257226488009666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collin was fascinated (obsessed) with the iPod touch.  And Christopher was more than happy to show him how it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teieAnXnk1g/Tfuctjdq-YI/AAAAAAAAA14/5moRG19201A/s1600/PA110028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teieAnXnk1g/Tfuctjdq-YI/AAAAAAAAA14/5moRG19201A/s320/PA110028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619257266502564226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy, looking like he smells something funny over his right shoulder (probably me) while Christopher 'drove' one of the old tractors out at the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4094487934068264858?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4094487934068264858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4094487934068264858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4094487934068264858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4094487934068264858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/06/october-2010-part-i.html' title='October 2010 - Part I'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ8vuhAm-00/TfucshsjamI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rZrDoBuFxy4/s72-c/PA110033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-973041952512139644</id><published>2011-06-16T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:11:07.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP2IhdoxgP4/Tfrg7kh-ShI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i1C4H-emxeE/s1600/P9220019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP2IhdoxgP4/Tfrg7kh-ShI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i1C4H-emxeE/s320/P9220019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619050799121189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on my goal of not being a full year behind on this blog, and September is making that easy.  The main event of September was my birthday.  Not because it was anything significant.  Mostly just because it was apparently the only thing of which I have photographic documentation for the month.  My favorite kiddos made this cute sign for me and put it up before I got home from school that afternoon.  Apparently I was so excited about taking a picture of it that it didn't occur to me to make my bed first.  Oh, well.  It was a really cute sign!  Beyond that I can't really remember what I did for my birthday.  I know my 7th grade Latin class sang to me - they were pretty excited about my birthday.  I probably went to dinner too...I'm seeing more and more the point of updating the blog as things happen....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfqKGXi-R_I/TfrgvyEH-gI/AAAAAAAAA0g/N3Iup_Mrywo/s1600/P9220019.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-973041952512139644?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/973041952512139644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=973041952512139644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/973041952512139644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/973041952512139644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/06/september-2010.html' title='September 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP2IhdoxgP4/Tfrg7kh-ShI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i1C4H-emxeE/s72-c/P9220019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9116662414854058227</id><published>2011-05-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:17:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use the force...</title><content type='html'>I got an email this week about Christopher from his school teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily,&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Christopher asked me a question, don't remember the question, but it was funny. I started to chuckle and several students looked at Chris. When they looked at him he raised his hand midway in the air, swept it from left to right and said "this is not the person you are looking for." It was hilarious and I laughed off and on all night. I shared his story several times. He is so clever and adorable. Thanks for bringing him to Franklin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9116662414854058227?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9116662414854058227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9116662414854058227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9116662414854058227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9116662414854058227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/05/use-force.html' title='Use the force...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115993604621732987</id><published>2011-05-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:19:49.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the guilt...so here is August of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfGWQGag9U/Tccr5Qkfy8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/qT9-oKErN9A/s1600/P8110016.JPG"&gt;So after a month went by and I hadn't posted anything new to the blog,  my sister-in-law sends me a message saying, basically, "What was that  about being back to blogging?"  She's right, and I need nudges like  that, so here goes.  I believe I left off last July, so here is August -  at least as far as I remember it:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher started kindergarten on the same day that I went back to school too, but he was a first-time student and I was a first-time teacher.  No pictures of my first day of school, but here is Christopher's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfGWQGag9U/Tccr5Qkfy8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/qT9-oKErN9A/s1600/P8110016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfGWQGag9U/Tccr5Qkfy8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/qT9-oKErN9A/s320/P8110016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604496523986455490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that he would get nervous and want me to take him to school, but he was so excited to ride the bus that he jumped right on and never looked back.  I was hoping for a picture of him getting on the bus, but he got on there so fast that this is all I got as the bus drove away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip8iBBnfhS4/TcdPIJi29eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jxLQuwW1-JQ/s1600/P8110017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip8iBBnfhS4/TcdPIJi29eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jxLQuwW1-JQ/s320/P8110017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604535262705546722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115993604621732987?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115993604621732987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115993604621732987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115993604621732987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115993604621732987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-guiltso-here-is-august-of-2010.html' title='I feel the guilt...so here is August of 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKfGWQGag9U/Tccr5Qkfy8I/AAAAAAAAA0E/qT9-oKErN9A/s72-c/P8110016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5660091819634410156</id><published>2011-03-20T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:00:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.....</title><content type='html'>In more ways than one!  I'm back to blogging after nearly nine (!!!!) months.  I got caught up in the Facebook craze and I'm getting a little tired of it.  And half my family doesn't do Facebook anyway, but I can send them email updates from the blog, so that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back from a week long vacation in Florida.  As soon as I figure out how to upload all of the pictures from the camera on my phone, I will post some of the those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm tired and going to bed.  It's been a long week, my body is still recovering from the travel, the touring, and the time change, and I'm going to bed.  The lesson plans can wait until tomorrow to be reviewed.  The steel-cut oatmeal is happily sitting in its soy milk in its pan on the stove, getting ready to be tomorrow's breakfast.  The boy is in bed with the Motrin and Amoxycillin on board to treat the double ear infection he woke up with this morning.  The suitcases are all unpacked and everything is put away.  I'm calling it good enough.  Time to brush teeth, wash face, and go sleep.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5660091819634410156?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5660091819634410156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5660091819634410156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5660091819634410156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5660091819634410156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8514801280369951699</id><published>2010-07-25T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:41:51.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest member of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/TE0QsY1hCWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YaudH43h6jg/s1600/P6220125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/TE0QsY1hCWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YaudH43h6jg/s320/P6220125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498069074856446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Bella, the newest addition to the Truitt home.  She's the little one.  The other one is Pooter, The First Feline.  Christopher named Bella - so there is absolutely no intended reference to a certain series of books or movies....he decided her name was Bella and there was no turning back.  I found her outside of a CVS Pharmacy, scared, skinny, and also starving for attention.  I just couldn't leave her.  She's a very sweet girl with quite the loud motorized purr.  Pooter wasn't too sure about her at first, but they're getting along quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/TE0QrxoiTdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rRWgIvlvKzs/s1600/P6240126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/TE0QrxoiTdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rRWgIvlvKzs/s320/P6240126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498069064333020626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella really likes to watch TV.  It's pretty funny.  This is a blurry shot of her being captivated by EVE on WALL-E.  The other day the credits for something were scrolling down the TV and she was standing on her hind legs in front of the screen, trying to reach it with her front paws.  Quite the character.  She also LOVES to play!  If you're dangling a string in front of her you'd better hold on tight because she's likely to yank it right out of your hand and run around the house with it in her mouth like a trophy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8514801280369951699?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8514801280369951699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8514801280369951699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8514801280369951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8514801280369951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2010/07/newest-member-of-family.html' title='Newest member of the family'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/TE0QsY1hCWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YaudH43h6jg/s72-c/P6220125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6919303618928305148</id><published>2010-06-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:52:18.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs experience The Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HoTVdRnIuTQ/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoTVdRnIuTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoTVdRnIuTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tech savvy today.  I actually figured out how to do this all on my own.  Yes, I'm very proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;But enough about me - I am posting this to brag about my son.  This is from Easter - hence the Easter eggs.  Christopher's new obsession is Star Wars and he was convinced that he had "The Force" and was able to use "Force Push" on the eggs to make them stop moving.  He was so excited about it that he wanted me to take a video on my phone so I could send it to his daddy.  It took me this long to get the WiFi on my phone to work well enough to finally upload the video.  Baby steps.....&lt;br /&gt;The audio is not great, except for my loud voice right next to the phone.  He insisted that I give him a "Da-da-da-daaaa!!!" introduction so that he knew when to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6919303618928305148?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6919303618928305148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6919303618928305148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6919303618928305148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6919303618928305148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2010/06/easter-eggs-experience-force.html' title='Easter Eggs experience The Force'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3070399402100326843</id><published>2010-04-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:04:53.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd9vnGbyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7vhsv228sJQ/s1600/P4040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd9vnGbyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7vhsv228sJQ/s400/P4040001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459310488637042466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely, blurry photo above was the end of the hunt for the Easter 'backpack.'  Grandma takes care of the Easter basket, so we fill his backpack - I mean, the Easter Bunny fills his backpack with non-candy things for him to find Easter morning.  We had a little bunny toy that we put in our room and tied a string to its foot that he followed to find the backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd9WeI8EI/AAAAAAAAAzU/d_TessP5hJA/s1600/P4040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd9WeI8EI/AAAAAAAAAzU/d_TessP5hJA/s400/P4040002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459310481888571458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, we let him have a little bit of the candy supply from Grandma's surplus, but after checking out the cool star shaped of the candy in the tube, he was more fascinated with the green rabbit key chain that had been on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd83uHs2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/q_9C6c2EekM/s1600/P4040003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd83uHs2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/q_9C6c2EekM/s400/P4040003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459310473634100066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports ball easter eggs.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd8ZuTONI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-9HL7BPvVZs/s1600/P4040005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd8ZuTONI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-9HL7BPvVZs/s400/P4040005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459310465581791442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How did the Easter bunny know to give me books?!?!?  Did you tell him I can read now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3070399402100326843?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3070399402100326843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3070399402100326843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3070399402100326843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3070399402100326843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S8Nd9vnGbyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7vhsv228sJQ/s72-c/P4040001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-1067293225595431380</id><published>2009-12-02T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:16:45.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby will be five on Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SxcfObxPIOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/x7ZKQe3-6SQ/s1600-h/T81101072_002_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SxcfObxPIOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/x7ZKQe3-6SQ/s400/T81101072_002_020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410827810141839586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend shared this wonderful poem with me.  I was going to save the post until his actual birthday, but found I just couldn't wait.  So I'll post it in celebration of his last day of being four years old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 36px; line-height: 38px; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Mother&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="meta" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;div class="date" style="margin-bottom: 5px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;Tuesday, December 1, 2009&lt;/div&gt;By Blythe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I crave my son as night craves the day. He brings forth in every way, every single piece of my soul, seeping out around me as I go forth in the world forever changed by his love, forever molded by his essence and forever grounded by his being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He changed me. Not for the better or the worse. He changed me in every imaginable way possible so that I am no longer a woman unto myself but a mother unto the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His vision, his soul, his wondering eyes and forgiving heart tell me each and every moment that he is my guide and I am forever lost in his vision. Not lost in shadow but simply no longer a shadow of my former self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am his mother. The mother he chose, the mother I promised I would become. I am her now. Standing strong, embracing all that is wrapped in the womb of motherhood. The brilliant sights, sounds, visions, and apothecary of love… in every moment of every day I celebrate the woman he discovered when he was born. The woman that emerged just as he did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love her as she is the perfect vision in his eyes and now in her own. I take this not for granted but for my heart to expand and multiply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/32417322-1067293225595431380?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1067293225595431380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=1067293225595431380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1067293225595431380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1067293225595431380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-baby-will-be-five-on-friday.html' title='My baby will be five on Friday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SxcfObxPIOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/x7ZKQe3-6SQ/s72-c/T81101072_002_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3379911752033960074</id><published>2009-06-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:18:18.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sj_3bwhhyTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xfG3jll2yRE/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350266938593495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sj_3bwhhyTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xfG3jll2yRE/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sj-1c1u6gsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/SqASJ6ueXyM/s1600-h/PC170029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen years ago today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sj-1blTNg8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/RIgaq6l_ofo/s1600-h/071605-08+Playing+with+Dad+%26+his+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3379911752033960074?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3379911752033960074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3379911752033960074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3379911752033960074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3379911752033960074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-im-in-love-with-my-best-friend.html' title='&quot;Lucky I&apos;m in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been...&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sj_3bwhhyTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xfG3jll2yRE/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-1436355423640086008</id><published>2009-04-30T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:57:19.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of April...</title><content type='html'>The human pyramid, from top to bottom: Caleb, Dalon, Christopher and Andrew. We were doing an activity during preschool and they decided we needed another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1nOHKpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WBY-1PIBQPc/s1600-h/P4220010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527850519276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1nOHKpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WBY-1PIBQPc/s320/P4220010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to In 'n' Out Burger a couple of weeks ago on our way home from the zoo and they gave Christopher a hat.  He immediately proclaimed it to be his baking hat and pulled it out the next day when he was cooking some Play Doh pizza for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1SBz1TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SgRtBjZQMVU/s1600-h/P4180009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527844830532914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1SBz1TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SgRtBjZQMVU/s320/P4180009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child loves to cook creatively.  On this day he asked me for a few paper plates and some forks because he needed to set the table for his "Peanut Butter Mud Pie Brownies" treat with Mr. Nobody (the pretend friend we have at preschool) and Sweetums (Muppet Show anyone?).  I should have clued in to the potential project when he kept asking me to refill the water can that he uses outside when he plays in the dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1GICdcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/oEtB2yG7mb8/s1600-h/P4170006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527841635431874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1GICdcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/oEtB2yG7mb8/s320/P4170006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ALIIVVVVVE!  My garden that is.  I was so excited to see the growth that I had to take more pictures.  Here is my first tomato:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW0w8fTZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KBk3x15GWDU/s1600-h/P4160005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527835949845906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW0w8fTZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KBk3x15GWDU/s320/P4160005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big ol' green Anaheim pepper right there in the center of the plant!  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW0w7nAgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/er6mijnsw08/s1600-h/P4160002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527835946156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW0w7nAgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/er6mijnsw08/s320/P4160002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-1436355423640086008?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1436355423640086008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=1436355423640086008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1436355423640086008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1436355423640086008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/rest-of-april.html' title='The rest of April...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnW1nOHKpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WBY-1PIBQPc/s72-c/P4220010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7549051277793833750</id><published>2009-04-30T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:46:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at home</title><content type='html'>Since Christopher got an Easter basket full of candy at Great Grandma Nell's house on Saturday before Easter, we decided to have the Easter bunny bring an Easter "backpack" with other stuff in it to our house on Sunday morning.  Since we have 8:30 church, though, we didn't quite get to it before leaving for church.  On the way home from church Christopher said "I wish the Easter bunny was coming to our house too..."  My reminder that I hadn't set up his Easter stuff that morning.  So I told him that the Easter bunny had come and had hidden something for him in a place where Christopher likes to hide sometimes.  So he started searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5zYt4sI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WpLqNxkWDIQ/s1600-h/P4120001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330524623969575618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5zYt4sI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WpLqNxkWDIQ/s320/P4120001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah hah!  The Easter bunny left a clue:  an Easter chick in the closet.  And right behind it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5krHroI/AAAAAAAAAww/OR4QkeJH-Mg/s1600-h/P4120002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330524620020231810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5krHroI/AAAAAAAAAww/OR4QkeJH-Mg/s320/P4120002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Easter Backpack!  How did the Easter bunny know he needed a new backpack?  What's inside?  A book, a couple of Hot Wheels cars, a Fraggle Rock video (good times), and one tiny candy thing - a pez-type dispenser that is shaped like a Wii remote.  Hard to see in the picture, but it's there somewhere.  Kind of a basic package, but he was happy with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5bpWEeI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0tzz-AIGJ94/s1600-h/P4120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330524617596867042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5bpWEeI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0tzz-AIGJ94/s320/P4120005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7549051277793833750?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7549051277793833750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7549051277793833750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7549051277793833750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7549051277793833750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-at-home.html' title='Easter at home'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SfnT5zYt4sI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WpLqNxkWDIQ/s72-c/P4120001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4967112681496239210</id><published>2009-04-11T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:20:49.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, family</title><content type='html'>My parents came to visit us last weekend and we took them up to Usery Pass for a really nice walk.  Christopher was quite excited to show the huge rock on the Merkle Trail to his grandma &amp;amp; grandpa that he doesn't get to see as often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHxLZGO_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/M6oiot5M_0M/s1600-h/P4050069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323615144725855218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHxLZGO_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/M6oiot5M_0M/s320/P4050069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend we had the family Easter egg hunt out at Grandma Nell's house.  Grandma enjoys putting various artificial animals and flowers in her yard.  This week she had a couple of ducks and, for some reason still unknown to us, an alligator.  So Uncle Matt and cousin Aaron decided to create a little scene of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHw4YBXEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Oxz_h6vjj34/s1600-h/P4110010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323615139621067842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHw4YBXEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Oxz_h6vjj34/s320/P4110010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's mom &amp;amp; grandma threw me a bone by getting two things for the kids that weren't candy: hula hoops and bubble wands.  This picture doesn't look like much, but it actually manages to capture the scene on the front lawn as the kids were running around throwing, rolling, bouncing, and doing all sorts of other activities with the hula hoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHwkJOXTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8K59OH3YaR8/s1600-h/P4110005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323615134190296370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHwkJOXTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8K59OH3YaR8/s320/P4110005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also bought a dozen eggs for each child (!!!) to color.  Christopher enjoyed this part.  His version of it would best be called "speed dyeing."  He dipped each egg in a color just long enough to cover the egg in the liquid and then out it came, making room for the next one.  He favored the blue a lot because it is the fastest color to take hold and is immediately darker than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHwbE3VZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YlRdtZgb0yk/s1600-h/P4110002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323615131756090770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHwbE3VZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YlRdtZgb0yk/s320/P4110002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4967112681496239210?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4967112681496239210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4967112681496239210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4967112681496239210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4967112681496239210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-family.html' title='Family, family'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SeFHxLZGO_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/M6oiot5M_0M/s72-c/P4050069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6459217612248670535</id><published>2009-04-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:10:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment and question</title><content type='html'>The marigolds are going in today to try to help keep buggy critters away from my plants, but does anyone have any suggestions on how to keep the grasshoppers from lunching on my lettuce plants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6459217612248670535?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6459217612248670535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6459217612248670535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6459217612248670535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6459217612248670535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/comment-and-question.html' title='Comment and question'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6407293713130832889</id><published>2009-04-05T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:55:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The garden - one month later</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you can tell, but the plants have actually grown in a month and nothing has died!  What you see snaking all around the plants is my soaker hose.  It's a great way to slowly water the garden, but the smallest hose was 50 feet and not incredibly flexible, so it became an abstract art project to wrap it around all the plants without crushing any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSRrA0x9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/vdxx0mhJPM4/s1600-h/P3230068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321374898272389074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSRrA0x9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/vdxx0mhJPM4/s320/P3230068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tomato plant, starting to flower.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSROuo-8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/b9a47pKDvwc/s1600-h/P3230067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321374890679925698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSROuo-8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/b9a47pKDvwc/s320/P3230067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;East to west view:  2 rows swiss chard, 1 row lettuce, 1 row bell peppers, then cilantro, onions, tomato and anaheim peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSQ3uqjsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7pudEsRJnYY/s1600-h/P3230066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321374884506013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSQ3uqjsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7pudEsRJnYY/s320/P3230066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6407293713130832889?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6407293713130832889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6407293713130832889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6407293713130832889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6407293713130832889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-one-month-later.html' title='The garden - one month later'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlSRrA0x9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/vdxx0mhJPM4/s72-c/P3230068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7484754455430924428</id><published>2009-04-05T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:50:12.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagstaff</title><content type='html'>It's been a while because of Matt's work schedule, but we were finally able to get away for some really good family time up in Flagstaff.  Here are Matt &amp;amp; Christopher walking the edge of the wall at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ3WtTlDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nO1q91gj0L8/s1600-h/P3210064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373346633585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ3WtTlDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nO1q91gj0L8/s320/P3210064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher and Matt on the play structure.  It's not that I don't try to be a part of this, but Christopher had really been missing his daddy since he'd been at work so much, so I was okay with being relegated to the role of photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ3PNiuTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fhUqvrp-tNE/s1600-h/P3210063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373344621312306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ3PNiuTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fhUqvrp-tNE/s320/P3210063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet boy at the bottom of the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ285ISsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dwoD6Jw3-B8/s1600-h/P3210062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373339703855810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ285ISsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dwoD6Jw3-B8/s320/P3210062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father and son bonding moment - shooting cans with the BB gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ2x6qEBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/A_21_LSQo_k/s1600-h/P3210053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373336757473298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ2x6qEBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/A_21_LSQo_k/s320/P3210053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ2TQtCWI/AAAAAAAAAug/oIkXNzp0cZo/s1600-h/P3210048.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7484754455430924428?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7484754455430924428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7484754455430924428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7484754455430924428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7484754455430924428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/flagstaff_05.html' title='Flagstaff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlQ3WtTlDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nO1q91gj0L8/s72-c/P3210064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8829462857907992933</id><published>2009-04-05T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:35:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More March pictures - Phoenix Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>Christopher and Caleb had a very fun day at the Phoenix Children's Museum over spring break.  It was pretty crowded and crazy, but they still had a great time.  Here they are on a motorcycle that was obviously stationary but they could work the clutch and pretend to put gasoline in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM4NfaSTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/mLOIoD27298/s1600-h/P3170038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368963292743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM4NfaSTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/mLOIoD27298/s320/P3170038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went outside for a picnic lunch.  There were already old quilts laid out on the grass and it was a very pleasant picnic.  At first the moms couldn't figure out what these concrete pipe things were for, but the boys figured something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3w1SYEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dNUdMR3Rx-M/s1600-h/P3170030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368955599872066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3w1SYEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dNUdMR3Rx-M/s320/P3170030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their absolute favorite rooms at the museum was the grocery store.  There were little shopping carts, a produce stand, a bin with dried peas in it that you could scoop onto a scale, a little room behind them here where you could put your groceries back and the kids could then restock the shelves, and the checkout stands where they could pass the groceries in front of a little laser light that would beep.  They didn't want to leave.  This picture was of both of them at the checkout stand, but Caleb's favorite thing ended up being the bulk bin with the scales and Christopher found his true calling in life as a stock boy putting the groceries back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3hj_WeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5rVOdW_WLyc/s1600-h/P3170016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368951500790242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3hj_WeI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5rVOdW_WLyc/s320/P3170016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing they had outside by the picnic area was this window stand where they could spray water on the different windows and then use little squeegies to clean the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3ShDI7I/AAAAAAAAAuA/nfsmXSiQpSw/s1600-h/P3170012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368947461923762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3ShDI7I/AAAAAAAAAuA/nfsmXSiQpSw/s320/P3170012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a bike lane where they had different types of tricycles for the kids to ride through a pretend car wash and around plastic cones and curbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3Cl34RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vXCZy4vT2Og/s1600-h/P3170007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368943187190034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM3Cl34RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vXCZy4vT2Og/s320/P3170007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8829462857907992933?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8829462857907992933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8829462857907992933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8829462857907992933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8829462857907992933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-march-pictures-phoenix-childrens.html' title='More March pictures - Phoenix Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlM4NfaSTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/mLOIoD27298/s72-c/P3170038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2464317243379791120</id><published>2009-04-05T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:26:23.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March - The zoo and my garden</title><content type='html'>Christopher and Caleb at the zoo.  In the course of about 10 minutes, while we stopped for a snack, they both managed to fall down and skin something.  Luckily, Caleb had brought his "first aid kit" with colorful bandages in it, and they had to stop and pose for an "owie picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpplUq-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NyI6mLxW-Zg/s1600-h/P3060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364315089185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpplUq-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NyI6mLxW-Zg/s320/P3060003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to see over the wall at the prairie dog enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpQRaMPI/AAAAAAAAAto/nmLGmOWrKfI/s1600-h/P3060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364308294775026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpQRaMPI/AAAAAAAAAto/nmLGmOWrKfI/s320/P3060001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somewhere along our path they had each picked up a stick and it was quite the process for them to figure out what to do with their sticks while we were trying to get them to pose for a picture by the frog.  They kept trying to put them down the backs of their shirts.  Didn't look comfy to me, but it's hard to convince the boys of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpFf8DGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/T_e_FEdIogg/s1600-h/P3060013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364305402924130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpFf8DGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/T_e_FEdIogg/s320/P3060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highlight of the month:  MY GARDEN!  Matt built the garden box for me - their is mortar between them there bricks, that thing is sturdy and not going anywhere - and I headed to the nursery for some plants.  The lovely bin in the background is my compost barrel.  From front to back we have red swiss chard, green bell peppers, cilantro, green onion, anaheim peppers and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIo9teoII/AAAAAAAAAtY/ndnoU6TZi4c/s1600-h/P3020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364303312232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIo9teoII/AAAAAAAAAtY/ndnoU6TZi4c/s320/P3020020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a view from the other side.  Tomato plant in the foreground.  Still small, but it gets better as time goes on.  I'll post those pictures too at another time.  I'm just excited that I got it in!  Basically a salsa garden, with the exception of the swiss chard, which is just yummy when you saute it in some olive oil with some minced garlic.  Mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIoq_-7MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nAI8ZXj_ZLw/s1600-h/P3020021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364298289573058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIoq_-7MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nAI8ZXj_ZLw/s320/P3020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2464317243379791120?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2464317243379791120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2464317243379791120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2464317243379791120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2464317243379791120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-zoo-and-my-garden.html' title='March - The zoo and my garden'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SdlIpplUq-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NyI6mLxW-Zg/s72-c/P3060003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5245595054693125589</id><published>2009-04-05T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:07:51.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February - Slow picture month</title><content type='html'>This well-shaded picture is from one of the days that preschool was at our house.  I took the picture because I thought it was so funny and cute that when the four boys are playing baseball, they have worked out their own system:  one hits, one fields the balls, and the other two sit on the grass like a couple of old men and watch.  They pulled the chairs out and set the whole thing up by themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1qoyvvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/OrJroKcIJbI/s1600-h/P2180019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354625925955314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1qoyvvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/OrJroKcIJbI/s320/P2180019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I inherited an amaryllis plant from Matt's mom after Christmas.  It had been sent to her as a gift but it was a planter with the bulbs in it that you had to water and  maintain to start the flowers growing - and that is really not  her thing.  She doesn't have living plants in her house.  I managed to get them to grow and the flowers were so beautiful that I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1dt9x9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/TuYYVruGioE/s1600-h/P2070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354622457989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1dt9x9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/TuYYVruGioE/s320/P2070015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1FYt2pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/DSu-c6-GaFA/s1600-h/P2070013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354615926413970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1FYt2pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/DSu-c6-GaFA/s320/P2070013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5245595054693125589?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5245595054693125589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5245595054693125589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5245595054693125589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5245595054693125589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/04/february-slow-picture-month.html' title='February - Slow picture month'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Sdk_1qoyvvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/OrJroKcIJbI/s72-c/P2180019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7206835632414179649</id><published>2009-01-31T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:05:26.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January  - as far as it is uploaded correctly</title><content type='html'>I still have a few January pictures on my camera, but here is what is already on the computer so far and therefore easier to upload at this time of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo a little over a week ago with Christopher's friend Mia, her little sister Kendall and her mom Alyson.  Mia's mom has a really sweet camera and took some great pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6Tza7QhI/AAAAAAAAAss/Xcfez2JB-TA/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297704648566325778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6Tza7QhI/AAAAAAAAAss/Xcfez2JB-TA/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cute are those smiles?  I mean, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TnGsB7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/q3QmNzOiPjY/s1600-h/DSC_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297704645260216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TnGsB7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/q3QmNzOiPjY/s320/DSC_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first time I've ever been there when both of the cheetahs were up and walking around.  It was pretty cool to see.  When we went around a half hour later on the zoo tram, they were both lying down again and you could only see one of them.  I'm so glad she got this picture the first time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TmMCJrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dtULa2WNBMs/s1600-h/DSC_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297704645014202034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TmMCJrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dtULa2WNBMs/s320/DSC_0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sheik and Cookie.  Beautiful and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TtZuvjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kEw0f4sgvgA/s1600-h/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297704646950698546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TtZuvjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kEw0f4sgvgA/s320/DSC_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tiger - I don't remember his name - all the way down at the bottom of the enclosure.  I can see him better in this picture than I could with my own eyes when we walked by.  Told you it was a good camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TXOw0rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZCBeFjp0KBM/s1600-h/010709+Funky+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297704640999117490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6TXOw0rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZCBeFjp0KBM/s320/010709+Funky+Up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture from my phone, which is the closest photography option I had available when Christopher got out of the bath and grabbed his comb and created his self-titled "funky up" hairdo.  This is created by combing all the hair on one's head straight up.  Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7206835632414179649?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7206835632414179649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7206835632414179649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7206835632414179649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7206835632414179649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-as-far-as-it-is-uploaded.html' title='January  - as far as it is uploaded correctly'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SYU6Tza7QhI/AAAAAAAAAss/Xcfez2JB-TA/s72-c/DSC_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6671297163421943992</id><published>2008-12-26T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:32:59.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SVVbfv6pdjI/AAAAAAAAAok/pRxwripCW_M/s1600-h/Truitt20081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230338785670706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SVVbfv6pdjI/AAAAAAAAAok/pRxwripCW_M/s400/Truitt20081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6671297163421943992?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6671297163421943992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6671297163421943992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6671297163421943992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6671297163421943992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-2008.html' title='Merry Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SVVbfv6pdjI/AAAAAAAAAok/pRxwripCW_M/s72-c/Truitt20081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5617294610245725720</id><published>2008-12-16T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:19:08.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Pictures</title><content type='html'>We finally did our time at the mall to get our Santa pictures.  Christopher was so excited he could hardly stand it.  I got the picture of Christopher with Santa and they were chatting for a little bit and then Erin &amp;amp; Hannah arrived, so we tossed Hannah in for a quick pic before our turn was over.  I think these shots turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SUiZGzQ4gpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FUCCBEYQde4/s1600-h/PC150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280638905211191954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SUiZGzQ4gpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FUCCBEYQde4/s400/PC150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SUiZGjV99OI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gx1EGfTkHhk/s1600-h/PC150001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280638900937553122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SUiZGjV99OI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gx1EGfTkHhk/s400/PC150001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5617294610245725720?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5617294610245725720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5617294610245725720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5617294610245725720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5617294610245725720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-pictures.html' title='Santa Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SUiZGzQ4gpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FUCCBEYQde4/s72-c/PC150002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6820013443815391671</id><published>2008-12-12T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:11:38.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5467314e7a63784d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Sedona" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5467314e7a63784d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=msn&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6820013443815391671?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6820013443815391671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6820013443815391671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6820013443815391671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6820013443815391671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4125612039197170152</id><published>2008-12-12T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:46:57.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher is 4!</title><content type='html'>We can hardly believe that it's been four years since our sweet boy arrived.  So here's the "then and now":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SULbGkzO3rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SUYLxgknf1I/s1600-h/Computer+Transfer+Pictures+522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279022619235901106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SULbGkzO3rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SUYLxgknf1I/s320/Computer+Transfer+Pictures+522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December 4, 2004 - Christopher James Truitt makes his grand debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SULbGX5FupI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mkBhEJcgoTY/s1600-h/PC040039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279022615770806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SULbGX5FupI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mkBhEJcgoTY/s320/PC040039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December 4, 2008 - No longer a baby, but still pretty cute...the one on the right...no, your right...not the gigantic mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4125612039197170152?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4125612039197170152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4125612039197170152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4125612039197170152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4125612039197170152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/12/christopher-is-4.html' title='Christopher is 4!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SULbGkzO3rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SUYLxgknf1I/s72-c/Computer+Transfer+Pictures+522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9088967463610487162</id><published>2008-11-22T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:19:10.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Halloween idea</title><content type='html'>Just had to share this really cute idea that my super clever and creative friend Melanie did with her family for Halloween this year.  They are the five little piggies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SSj1nlpST1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/_KVMR363TjA/s1600-h/piggies1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271733424306147154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SSj1nlpST1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/_KVMR363TjA/s320/piggies1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9088967463610487162?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9088967463610487162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9088967463610487162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9088967463610487162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9088967463610487162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-halloween-idea.html' title='Cute Halloween idea'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SSj1nlpST1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/_KVMR363TjA/s72-c/piggies1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6395093307938898716</id><published>2008-11-14T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:35:51.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>We were visited this Halloween by a skeleton pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BZXpMCmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HA6sSTH3VaU/s1600-h/PA310046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579780681009762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BZXpMCmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HA6sSTH3VaU/s320/PA310046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Aaargghhhh! I'm SCARY!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYjsOZVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ofCDBnrsmHA/s1600-h/PA310047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579766735103314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYjsOZVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ofCDBnrsmHA/s320/PA310047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently even skeleton pirates can sometimes be quite charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYZN758I/AAAAAAAAAg8/X3uEYO2WkA8/s1600-h/PA310048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579763923707842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYZN758I/AAAAAAAAAg8/X3uEYO2WkA8/s320/PA310048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're willing to take dads out trick or treating and show them the ropes. 'Which ropes?' you ask. Well, with a skeleton pirate you can never be sure, so you must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYAXGHlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VjhOuUvpyOU/s1600-h/PA310049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579757251239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BYAXGHlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VjhOuUvpyOU/s320/PA310049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...this skeleton pirate seems to have been putting on a good act at the start, but the scary thing didn't hold up too long. Here he is sharing some grins with Abby Cadabby from Sesame Street (a.k.a. Hannah Hathcock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BX9vJkDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SsxL1alR6oU/s1600-h/110108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268579756546822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BX9vJkDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SsxL1alR6oU/s320/110108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoa! The skeleton pirate costume disappeared later that night to reveal our little Christopher again, only to be replaced by something really freaky going on with his eye. We'll have to get someone to take a look at that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you all had a wonderful Halloween and can forgive the fact that these pictures are two weeks late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6395093307938898716?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6395093307938898716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6395093307938898716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6395093307938898716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6395093307938898716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR3BZXpMCmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HA6sSTH3VaU/s72-c/PA310046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-911480371103691773</id><published>2008-11-14T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:14:29.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain Shopping!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have never had a really huge love of shopping.  I don't enjoy poring over the ads and I don't love the actual going out and doing the shopping.  But at the risk of sounding like a huge commercial...I signed up for CouponSense a few months ago and was so proud of my savings on a couple of recent shopping trips that I literally lined everything up on the counter and took pictures so I could share my joy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR2-aH7an3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Iohe4TkQiTI/s1600-h/PB100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268576495107481458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR2-aH7an3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Iohe4TkQiTI/s320/PB100009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shopping trip was to Fry's and between the sales and coupons I got 50 items including milk, oatmeal, potatoes, cookie mix, carrots, sour cream, soap, Zatarain's rice mixes, tortillas, bagels, Powerade, and water for $&lt;strong&gt;14.40!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR2-ZjOtC_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/qWuXCfRraD0/s1600-h/PA230035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268576485256268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR2-ZjOtC_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/qWuXCfRraD0/s320/PA230035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This trip cost me $24.92, which doesn't sound as impressive as the other trip, but I got a few more bigger items like cereal, more water, Puffs tissue, orange juice, yogurt, canned tomatoes, soup, cat treats, bagels again, and herb tea (multiples of everything).  On both trips I saved about $79.00.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a slightly bigger fan of shopping than I used to be.  Coupons and sale watching are definitely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-911480371103691773?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/911480371103691773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=911480371103691773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/911480371103691773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/911480371103691773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/11/bargain-shopping.html' title='Bargain Shopping!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SR2-aH7an3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Iohe4TkQiTI/s72-c/PB100009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7239899407190669698</id><published>2008-10-12T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:12:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those moments</title><content type='html'>I simply had to share this because it was one of those little experiences that reminds and teaches you of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving to church this afternoon and Christopher suddenly asked me why someone we know doesn't go to church.  I was trying in my own bumbling way to explain to him that not everyone goes to church.  He asked why some people don't go to church &lt;em&gt;with us&lt;/em&gt;.  I answered that some people do not know about the gospel and do not know what it is that we believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His simple response was:  "We believe in Jesus Christ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to be there, but maybe some of you have had those teaching moments from your own children as well.  He pretty much summed it up for me and reminded me that in spite of all the other things we think about and worry about and are trying to accomplish each day, that is one basic truth that can answer everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7239899407190669698?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7239899407190669698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7239899407190669698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7239899407190669698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7239899407190669698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-one-of-those-moments.html' title='Just one of those moments'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5697832751524698637</id><published>2008-10-07T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:37:47.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christopher had preschool at Kate's house this Monday and she included this in her email to the other moms about what happened that day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Christopher, "I don't know what I'm going to be for Halloween yet"&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, "You could be a mosquito"&lt;br /&gt;Christopher, "Maybe when I get a little older I can be a mosquito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh! I love the way their minds work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5697832751524698637?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5697832751524698637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5697832751524698637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5697832751524698637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5697832751524698637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/10/christopher-had-preschool-at-kates.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4211145758149324891</id><published>2008-09-26T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:39:09.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm posting twice in one week.  Check the window - was that a pig flying by?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VW03-LgI/AAAAAAAAAec/joB2C6wZnz8/s1600-h/P9230003a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250446591222754818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VW03-LgI/AAAAAAAAAec/joB2C6wZnz8/s320/P9230003a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to me on Tuesday!  The always flattering blowing out the candles picture.  Thanks to Erin for the cute, yummy little cake and thanks to Hannah &amp;amp; Christopher for helping me blow out the candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VXBbMWqI/AAAAAAAAAek/BB72zqN6g98/s1600-h/P9260010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250446594591709858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VXBbMWqI/AAAAAAAAAek/BB72zqN6g98/s320/P9260010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt brought me some beautiful flowers.  The bananas, onion and tomatoes were already part of the decor.  Yes, I know I need to clean off my counter....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VXI-wdFI/AAAAAAAAAes/CXb8JstzvH8/s1600-h/P9250006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250446596619924562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VXI-wdFI/AAAAAAAAAes/CXb8JstzvH8/s320/P9250006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher and William.  This picture was completely candid and I honestly was standing right next to my camera when they did this, so I snapped a quick pic.  We take care of William on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Christopher gets to be a big brother.  He's pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4211145758149324891?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4211145758149324891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4211145758149324891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4211145758149324891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4211145758149324891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-im-posting-twice-in-one-week-check.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m posting twice in one week.  Check the window - was that a pig flying by?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SN1VW03-LgI/AAAAAAAAAec/joB2C6wZnz8/s72-c/P9230003a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4257384294704513176</id><published>2008-09-24T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:34:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Field Trip</title><content type='html'>"Joy School" has started again for Christopher. This is our second year of doing a home-based preschool and this year we're with three other moms and now have four boys in our group. Last week Dalon's mom Kate planned a fun field trip for the boys to Papa John's pizza. Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswM7PWM0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/9lAIFoIO62U/s1600-h/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249842789249069890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswM7PWM0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/9lAIFoIO62U/s320/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher making his own personal pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNZ39ERI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9PzdFVdWPHI/s1600-h/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249842797472452882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNZ39ERI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9PzdFVdWPHI/s320/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the pizzas go into the oven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNSNComI/AAAAAAAAAds/vZ_ZMuI8Jn8/s1600-h/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249842795413414498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNSNComI/AAAAAAAAAds/vZ_ZMuI8Jn8/s320/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting patiently for the pizzas to be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNnY-hDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Du_qRan8vMQ/s1600-h/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249842801100620850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswNnY-hDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Du_qRan8vMQ/s320/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think in this one they were actually waiting to get started.  From the back of the picture to the front are Dalon, Christopher, Caleb and Andrew.  Caleb did school with us last year, but Andrew and Dalon are new.  It's a completely different dynamic than last year, but the boys are starting to be really good friends and have fun playing together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswN2_fS8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/KfJo4Lqj_Z0/s1600-h/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249842805288684482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswN2_fS8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/KfJo4Lqj_Z0/s320/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying the fruits of their labors back at Miss Kate's house.  The boys were so excited about making their own pizzas and Christopher now asks me if we're going to go make more pizza every time we drive by a Papa John's or see a delivery truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4257384294704513176?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4257384294704513176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4257384294704513176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4257384294704513176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4257384294704513176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-field-trip.html' title='School Field Trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNswM7PWM0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/9lAIFoIO62U/s72-c/Joy+School+at+Papa+John%27s+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-1615740386091408563</id><published>2008-09-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:36:02.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September...so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrR2HbtjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/c2tY4LUqW9c/s1600-h/P8190013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811520215266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrR2HbtjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/c2tY4LUqW9c/s320/P8190013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "And I know what you're thinking.  But my clothes aren't on backwards, my head is!"  ("Meet the Robinsons," anyone?)  When he first got dressed, just the shirt was on backward.  Then he went in to go potty and came out and the pants were on backwards too.  When I pointed this out to him he replied "Mom!  It's okay!  I can do it however I want to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrD1t2cSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BOskzxmAhzs/s1600-h/P8190011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEPIhGSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hvFgIYMdRoQ/s1600-h/P8220017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811286412532002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEPIhGSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hvFgIYMdRoQ/s320/P8220017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Don't take my picture!  I'm just going to ride Daddy's motorcycle.  It's no big deal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEUlsqWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8JY4M9Pt0m4/s1600-h/P8230024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811287877101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEUlsqWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8JY4M9Pt0m4/s320/P8230024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Angie and Christopher at Angie's baptism.  Congratulations, Angie!  We're proud of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEjY5ThI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rpFzDNXRmBg/s1600-h/P8290031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811291849936402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrEjY5ThI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rpFzDNXRmBg/s320/P8290031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the storms we had earlier this month woke Christopher up during the night, so he crawled into our bed around 4 a.m. and proceeded to sleep in longer than he has in years.  He looks pretty comfy, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-1615740386091408563?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1615740386091408563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=1615740386091408563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1615740386091408563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1615740386091408563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/09/septemberso-far.html' title='September...so far'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SNBrR2HbtjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/c2tY4LUqW9c/s72-c/P8190013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3920182471852834792</id><published>2008-09-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:17:15.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dangers of being domestic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SMmHLP97sWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HWRblVNfw84/s1600-h/P9110003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244871868384260450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SMmHLP97sWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HWRblVNfw84/s400/P9110003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I did not decide to get some weird purple triangle tattoo outlined in red as some sign of solidarity with - is there a group that has a symbol like this?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried ironing last night.  Yes.  That is the shape of the top tip of my iron.  Exactly.  Ow.  The funny thing is that I really couldn't precisely describe how I ironed my own hand.  I was on the third shirt, I think the shirt started slipping off the board, the iron was in my right hand...somehow the two met and I sort of melted my own skin.  Christopher keeps wanting to touch it.  I keep trying to explain that touching an "owie" makes the owie feel worse and not better.  So then he wants to know how long it will be before it feels better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3920182471852834792?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3920182471852834792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3920182471852834792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3920182471852834792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3920182471852834792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/09/dangers-of-being-domestic.html' title='The dangers of being domestic....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SMmHLP97sWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HWRblVNfw84/s72-c/P9110003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9031108296646513149</id><published>2008-08-28T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:54:28.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange rumblings in the night....</title><content type='html'>We are having the craziest storm here tonight.  We had huge winds, blowing rain, and then from inside the house we started noticing a lot of light flashes outside and neverending thunder sounds.  Which is what it was.  There is nearly constant lightning in the sky, but horizontally, up in the clouds, not from sky to ground.  And the thunder isn't stopping.  Hasn't for a good 20 minutes at least.  I'm waiting for the 10:00 news to see what the weather man has to say, because I'm sure this will be the lead story.  Any weather around here usually is, but this is truly unusual.  I've never seen anything like it before.  I tried to get a little bit of video, and if I ever figure out YouTube, I'll try to post it, but it probably won't do justice to what we've been seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9031108296646513149?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9031108296646513149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9031108296646513149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9031108296646513149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9031108296646513149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/08/strange-rumblings-in-night.html' title='Strange rumblings in the night....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6331772088002115659</id><published>2008-08-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:45:00.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Saturday night</title><content type='html'>No pictures for this one, but Matt got to go to the Diamondbacks vs. Florida Marlins game last Saturday night. Misty May-Treanor, half of the Olympic beach volleyball gold medal winning team, was there. Her husband is a catcher for the Florida Marlins. Matt said they put the camera on her at one point so that you could see her up on the fancy new screen at the ball park and she held up her gold medal for everyone to see, and the crowd went crazy! He said it was a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6331772088002115659?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6331772088002115659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6331772088002115659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6331772088002115659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6331772088002115659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/08/matts-friday-night.html' title='Matt&apos;s Saturday night'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7789326675854659834</id><published>2008-08-12T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:13:59.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more Utah pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2CoXxYdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/27G5uq1UZsQ/s1600-h/P8050018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233664398294344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2CoXxYdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/27G5uq1UZsQ/s320/P8050018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the closeup of Collin.  Real baby men wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2C-vtGLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Piydi3ckcpY/s1600-h/P8080029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233664404300306610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2C-vtGLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Piydi3ckcpY/s320/P8080029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the resting point of our Snowbird walk, Christopher took over the camera:  Here is me with Jimmy, from a lower point of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2DCwKiGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ewiH1cT81c4/s1600-h/P8080030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233664405375977570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2DCwKiGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ewiH1cT81c4/s320/P8080030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's an almost centered, just slightly skewed picture of Jimmy and Daisy, taken by Toph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2DsJuVTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j6FZp2AYN_w/s1600-h/P8080032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233664416489035058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2DsJuVTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/j6FZp2AYN_w/s320/P8080032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quite nice picture of the scenery around us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2EOraS0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KkpukCWZPpI/s1600-h/P8080035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233664425757133634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2EOraS0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/KkpukCWZPpI/s320/P8080035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally he handed the camera back to mom and posed for one last shot before heading back down the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7789326675854659834?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7789326675854659834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7789326675854659834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7789326675854659834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7789326675854659834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-more-utah-pictures.html' title='A few more Utah pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKG2CoXxYdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/27G5uq1UZsQ/s72-c/P8050018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6406040504529612661</id><published>2008-08-12T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:08:57.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah trip</title><content type='html'>We went to Utah the first week of August to be at the blessing of my brother's new baby.  It was a really good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGzsa2ICsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kuU-FKiM7sk/s1600-h/P8030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661817683184322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGzsa2ICsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kuU-FKiM7sk/s320/P8030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed with my parents in Taylorsville.  They have a canal that runs behind their house.  Christopher liked to go out every morning to feed the ducks.  Here he is with my dad.  You can see how the duck feeding went:  one piece for the ducks, one piece for Christopher, one piece for the ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGzshrpBdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bnLjghXBc8Y/s1600-h/P8030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661819518256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGzshrpBdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bnLjghXBc8Y/s320/P8030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher had a very good time getting reacquainted with Grandma Hail.  We live so close to Matt's parents that when we got to Utah Christopher was saying: "I have two Grandmas?  And two Grandpas?  Cool!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztNG5e1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OWxgHwWo08Q/s1600-h/P8050014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661831175306066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztNG5e1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OWxgHwWo08Q/s320/P8050014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The star of the trip, little Collin Matthew Hail.  We got a closer picture of just the baby, but this really captured how sweet Christopher was with him.  He wanted to help with everything - holding him, feeding him, making him laugh.  It was fun to watch.  At one point he said "Baby Collin is my cousin?  Another cousin?  I'm going to have to come visit him again more!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztbfoLRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WAZT1pxpn2k/s1600-h/P8080026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661835037125906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztbfoLRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WAZT1pxpn2k/s320/P8080026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday we drove up to Snowbird with Jimmy &amp;amp; Daisy to meet up with my parents (my dad was up there for a conference for a few days).  It was very pretty and we had a really good walk up to this lookout point.  Christopher climbed up on this bench and proceeded to give directions: "Mom.  Take my picture right here.  Just like this.  Wait, let me look out at the trees.  Okay, now!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztv8-hII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AvCWTsmHUAM/s1600-h/P8080037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661840528934018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGztv8-hII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AvCWTsmHUAM/s320/P8080037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher with Uncle Jimmy.  Toph got tired about halfway back down the trail, so he got to ride on some shoulders and take a little break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6406040504529612661?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6406040504529612661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6406040504529612661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6406040504529612661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6406040504529612661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/08/utah-trip.html' title='Utah trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SKGzsa2ICsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kuU-FKiM7sk/s72-c/P8030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4755408790500391761</id><published>2008-07-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:06:47.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa8B_TefzI/AAAAAAAAAao/BcuImkTZfMo/s1600-h/P7150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226071159969054514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa8B_TefzI/AAAAAAAAAao/BcuImkTZfMo/s320/P7150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promise I did not stage this shot, but I simply had to take the picture.  I went in to put something away in Christopher's room last week and there was Pooter.  Completely crashed out with his back feet tucked under the sheet, his head on the pillow.  He figures he's a member of the family, so why can't he use the other child's bed when it's available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4755408790500391761?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4755408790500391761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4755408790500391761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4755408790500391761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4755408790500391761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/07/pure-relaxation.html' title='Pure relaxation'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa8B_TefzI/AAAAAAAAAao/BcuImkTZfMo/s72-c/P7150002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4218301552486151235</id><published>2008-07-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:04:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagstaff weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Flagstaff with Matt's parents and our friends Jason &amp;amp; Erin.  We went to the Highland Festival on Saturday (pictures will be posted soon) and then after the boys went home on Sunday, the girls stayed for an extra day to play a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6vyqQPwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ltI5VlfUoS8/s1600-h/P7210023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226069747825655554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6vyqQPwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ltI5VlfUoS8/s320/P7210023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Monday morning we went to the Deer Farm.  Christopher was more interested and excited about it than he has ever been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6wMCgcgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rOIEFxQi79I/s1600-h/P7150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6wZv7r9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x8UC5AwF5WI/s1600-h/P7210010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226069758318456786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6wZv7r9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x8UC5AwF5WI/s320/P7210010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Petting the pygmy goats.  They were pretty passive this time around, so maybe that made it easier for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6w_eyoDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/D_JNUbAmmj0/s1600-h/P7210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226069768447107122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6w_eyoDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/D_JNUbAmmj0/s320/P7210017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside the deer farm is an old tractor.  We tried getting pictures of Christopher and Hannah together on the seat, but that didn't work out too well.  They were fighting over who got to drive.  So they parted ways and Christopher decided to "fix" the tractor while Hannah snuck back up into the driver's seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6xMOPIVI/AAAAAAAAAag/QH1PuvaqHH8/s1600-h/P7210012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226069771867332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6xMOPIVI/AAAAAAAAAag/QH1PuvaqHH8/s320/P7210012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erin, Hannah and Christopher.  Same goat as before, I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4218301552486151235?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4218301552486151235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4218301552486151235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4218301552486151235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4218301552486151235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/07/flagstaff-weekend.html' title='Flagstaff weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SIa6vyqQPwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ltI5VlfUoS8/s72-c/P7210023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7047695957848488701</id><published>2008-07-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:00:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer activities</title><content type='html'>No earth-shattering events, but just some recent happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBjpukkoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kzz3imhyRgw/s1600-h/P6270003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784742455972482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBjpukkoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kzz3imhyRgw/s400/P6270003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher loves building towers now out of quatro blocks that are taller than he is.  Then the fun part - knocking them down!  Which is impossible to capture on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBk7u2AOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8n0iN7LW598/s1600-h/P6270011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784764468822242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBk7u2AOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8n0iN7LW598/s400/P6270011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimming with his buddies Decker (middle) and Caleb (right side of photo).  They're all such good swimmers now that they can get to that step by themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBnaEOTwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HnCPZdcK36I/s1600-h/P7090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784806971297538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBnaEOTwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HnCPZdcK36I/s400/P7090001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing "Happy Birthday!" to Daddy.  All day long he was asking when we got to celebrate Dad's birthday and he truly loved singing to him, helping him blow out the candle on the birthday brownie, helping him eat the brownie, and helping to open the birthday cards too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBoUJPOKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ITyIPlkAidE/s1600-h/P7100008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784822561585314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBoUJPOKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ITyIPlkAidE/s400/P7100008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday when it started raining, it was still sunny.  A strange combination, but really pretty.  It partially accounts for the completely washed out lighting on this picture since I was on the darker front porch.  Anyway, as soon as Christopher saw the rain he ran to get his umbrella and his "rain boots" (the snow boots Grandpa Hail got for him when we were in Utah for Christmas last year).  Christopher has been watching the late afternoon/evening cloud buildup typical for this time of year and hoping for rain for &lt;em&gt;days.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7047695957848488701?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7047695957848488701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7047695957848488701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7047695957848488701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7047695957848488701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-activities.html' title='Summer activities'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHeBjpukkoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kzz3imhyRgw/s72-c/P6270003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2976333661061502075</id><published>2008-07-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:19:03.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away...</title><content type='html'>Wow.  We just got about three inches of rain in about two hours.  Our lawn is a pond, the streets in front of and behind our house are streams, the drainage wash behind the house is literally flowing like a river (you can even hear it flowing), and Matt is out draining the pool because it was almost full up to the top.  That's a lot of rain.  We also had some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; close lightning strikes.  It's welcome rain, but it sure was a lot at one time.  I'm actually curious to watch the news tonight and see what the technical rainfall amount was.  Only in Arizona does the weather become the top story of the night when it rains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2976333661061502075?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2976333661061502075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2976333661061502075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2976333661061502075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2976333661061502075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2880095618912636056</id><published>2008-07-09T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:21:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Matt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHTJATu1YAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EAG_BR6Q2hQ/s1600-h/CA+trip+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221018875163140098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHTJATu1YAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EAG_BR6Q2hQ/s400/CA+trip+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 35th Birthday to Matt!!!  He's a wonderful husband, father and friend and we are so blessed to have him in our lives.  If you'd like to call him and wish him a "Happy Birthday," please feel free to call or email me and I will quite gladly pass along his cell phone number for all to use, all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2880095618912636056?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2880095618912636056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2880095618912636056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2880095618912636056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2880095618912636056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-matt.html' title='Happy Birthday, Matt!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SHTJATu1YAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EAG_BR6Q2hQ/s72-c/CA+trip+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5580132783462390405</id><published>2008-06-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:54:15.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscaping'/><title type='text'>Almost done...</title><content type='html'>Our back yard is almost finished, but I just couldn't wait any longer to post the "before and after" pictures.  There is one tiny part left to do, and that's to put some pavers down in a couple of areas around the pool - places for chairs and maybe a patio table - but the other side of the yard is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the yard looked like before, maybe a couple of years ago.  The previous owners decided to "landscape" by throwing down bermuda grass seed - ALL OVER THE YARD.  For any of you familiar with bermuda grass, it's very difficult to get rid of.  We starved it, weed sprayed it, and hacked it out of the ground for a little over a year.  This picture is from February 2006.  Christopher was helping Matt beat on the dead grass a little bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe77Ew-MJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/81x2X0yFUGc/s1600-h/P2100018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217345316897829010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe77Ew-MJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/81x2X0yFUGc/s320/P2100018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fast forward a year to March 2007.  The pool is done, the border for the grass got done, and then we laid sod and threw a few boulders down in the dirt around the lawn.  This was just after the sod went down.  These next few are composite pictures since we can't get a shot of the whole yard in one picture.  The top view is to the east side of the pool, the bottom left view is west of  the house, south of the pool, and the bottom right view is the east side of the house, south of the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mTv1GiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3jS8RhFNYtM/s1600-h/Yard+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217344960142318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mTv1GiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3jS8RhFNYtM/s320/Yard+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward one more year to March of 2008.  The plants are in!  Trees, flowers, shrubs, except for the east side of the house, which really won't change much.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mh9LNDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_K74DDRpk84/s1600-h/Yard+picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217344963956388914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mh9LNDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_K74DDRpk84/s320/Yard+picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tah dah!!!  Just a few short months later, the gravel is in and everything looks much more finished.  That big dirt patch just off the pool deck is where the pavers will go so that we can someday get a patio table and chairs.  The actual patio is just too small to put anything on and still be able to walk on it.  The pictures don't convey the actual changes very well, but it has been quite the process and a lot of work by Matt.  If you want to see the real thing, come see us some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mwR-zMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AShyDVrBJfI/s1600-h/Yard+picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217344967801752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe7mwR-zMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AShyDVrBJfI/s320/Yard+picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/32417322-5580132783462390405?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5580132783462390405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5580132783462390405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5580132783462390405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5580132783462390405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-done.html' title='Almost done...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SGe77Ew-MJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/81x2X0yFUGc/s72-c/P2100018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-97198979587934331</id><published>2008-06-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:17:27.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas trip</title><content type='html'>At the end of May we went to Texas to visit Melisa and Joshua and Amelia.  We had a good time and we're grateful for their hospitality!  They're also good tour guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7n3UdRJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SUay9AaFN9U/s1600-h/TX+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785856081020050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7n3UdRJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SUay9AaFN9U/s320/TX+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to a snake farm.  We actually got to touch the albino reticulated python (I think that's what these are) and I got to hold a ball python too.  Too bad we had to fly home or we could have bought one for $40!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7olPwmeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SKArdfeDSok/s1600-h/TX+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785868409346530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7olPwmeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SKArdfeDSok/s320/TX+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to San Antonio and toured the riverwalk and took the boat ride.  That's us in the back of the boat.  It was hot.  And humid.  Poor Christopher was just dripping sweat by the end of the ride and even passed up ice cream in favor of cold bottled water.  Matt and his dad also explored The Alamo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7pahnjPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NmLguzabTQE/s1600-h/TX+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785882711330034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7pahnjPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NmLguzabTQE/s320/TX+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to go up to the lake house owned by Joshua's boss and the boys got the Sea Doo up and running.  Matt went out first with his mom and Christopher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7qIaU95I/AAAAAAAAAV0/c7RzhuBztDo/s1600-h/TX+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785895028782994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7qIaU95I/AAAAAAAAAV0/c7RzhuBztDo/s320/TX+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Matt &amp;amp; his dad flew back to AZ to go back to work, Grandma and I took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese one morning while Melisa got some shopping done.  They were both quite excited when Chuck E. came out to visit.  Christopher had to show him his new cars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7rKqQZxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-Ms3dXeXWU4/s1600-h/TX+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785912812332818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7rKqQZxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-Ms3dXeXWU4/s320/TX+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A crib box makes for great play time.  Amelia was quite content, in bunny ears and pajamas, to color in one of the boxes, while Christopher and Grandma had a fun time driving the other one on all sorts of errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-97198979587934331?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/97198979587934331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=97198979587934331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/97198979587934331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/97198979587934331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/06/texas-trip.html' title='Texas trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP7n3UdRJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SUay9AaFN9U/s72-c/TX+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5570064941098655530</id><published>2008-06-14T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:06:34.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st year of "preschool" - Done!</title><content type='html'>We did a home-based preschool this past year with two other moms and we rotated which house the boys went to each week (2 days a week).  We could hardly believe when it was done, but in May we ended the year.  And we absolutely had to have a "graduation" party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP52aexZtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GubZjHCzZ6o/s1600-h/P5100029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211783907014436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP52aexZtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GubZjHCzZ6o/s320/P5100029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With cute hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP53IK0HfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KeKsl3b-Y7U/s1600-h/P5100036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211783919278759410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP53IK0HfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KeKsl3b-Y7U/s320/P5100036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP530uiHOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9hN2POyizKk/s1600-h/P5100038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211783931239734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP530uiHOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9hN2POyizKk/s320/P5100038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pictures with the moms who taught these sweet boys at Joy School.  Miss Karen and Decker are to my right in the blue shirts and Miss Nylene and Caleb are on the other side.  It was a fun year for the boys and we're doing it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5570064941098655530?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5570064941098655530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5570064941098655530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5570064941098655530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5570064941098655530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-year-of-preschool-done.html' title='1st year of &quot;preschool&quot; - Done!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SFP52aexZtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GubZjHCzZ6o/s72-c/P5100029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8946385723691459570</id><published>2008-05-11T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:06:40.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more picture from April - I just had to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcnWamfwvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A4SeZnUvTI8/s1600-h/P4300026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199167560873919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcnWamfwvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A4SeZnUvTI8/s400/P4300026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher was getting ready for a bath.  Matt went outside to do something in the yard.  Christopher got distracted from the idea of the bath and had to go see what Dad was doing.  Mom grabbed the camera.  And here is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8946385723691459570?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8946385723691459570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8946385723691459570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8946385723691459570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8946385723691459570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-picture-from-april-i-just-had.html' title='One more picture from April - I just had to'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcnWamfwvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A4SeZnUvTI8/s72-c/P4300026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3879143533857638244</id><published>2008-05-11T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:55:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old MacDonald had a farm...</title><content type='html'>We've had a few extra critters around here lately. Yard work, spring time - the types of things that bring all sorts of new life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCciv6mfwqI/AAAAAAAAATs/cwXL2-W8IDc/s1600-h/P4050004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162501402444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCciv6mfwqI/AAAAAAAAATs/cwXL2-W8IDc/s320/P4050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher has really gotten into putting on Matt's straw hat and going outside to check on the plants and see if any animals are visiting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcixKmfwrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/B_De8kgiFCc/s1600-h/P4070009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162522877280946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcixKmfwrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/B_De8kgiFCc/s320/P4070009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too long after we put plants in the back yard, one of our rosemary bushes became a sanctuary for three baby rabbits. Right here you can see at least two of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcixamfwsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZFFfVc4VB88/s1600-h/P4070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162527172248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcixamfwsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZFFfVc4VB88/s320/P4070011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a better shot of one. They were just hanging out under there for a few days. They didn't run away or even move when we got close, but they were probably too young to know any better. So yeah, there were three. Then the next day there were two...and the next day one...we told Christopher that the mommy had just been coming back to take them home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcix6mfwtI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NszsZPnI47I/s1600-h/P4180024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162535762182866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCcix6mfwtI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NszsZPnI47I/s320/P4180024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then a pair of birds decided to build a nest on top of our front porch light. Four eggs, and all four babies hatched and lived. You can just see the tops of their fuzzy little heads here. I couldn't really get any pictures of them as they got older because of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCciyKmfwuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kRp3zQXYnVA/s1600-h/P4180025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162540057150178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCciyKmfwuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kRp3zQXYnVA/s320/P4180025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - the momma bird. Standing sentinel over her little brood. The parents both starting getting pretty agressive with people who came up on the front porch once the babies had hatched. They wouldn't actually touch anyone, but they would be really loud and fly pretty close. The babies have now grown up and flown away. So we cleared the nest. Then two days ago, another nest was built. And the cycle begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3879143533857638244?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3879143533857638244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3879143533857638244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3879143533857638244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3879143533857638244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-macdonald-had-farm.html' title='Old MacDonald had a farm...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCciv6mfwqI/AAAAAAAAATs/cwXL2-W8IDc/s72-c/P4050004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-1130289040040446550</id><published>2008-05-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:05:09.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More March fun - Jimmy &amp; Daisy visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG2sTfXkI/AAAAAAAAASk/v62nomC9tUU/s1600-h/P3090008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372612893695554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG2sTfXkI/AAAAAAAAASk/v62nomC9tUU/s320/P3090008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jimmy and Daisy graced us with their presence in March, and we were very glad to have them!  Christopher was just &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to filing a formal petition to be adopted by them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG3MTfXlI/AAAAAAAAASs/FR7SHOchC4o/s1600-h/P3080006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372621483630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG3MTfXlI/AAAAAAAAASs/FR7SHOchC4o/s320/P3080006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a picnic at Fountain Hills while they were here, and had to do some silly poses while the fountain was going off.  This is Jimmy, "not feeling so well" after we ate lunch...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG3cTfXmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WqO1LQQFROI/s1600-h/P3080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372625778597474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG3cTfXmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WqO1LQQFROI/s320/P3080007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Christopher, "blowing off some steam"..... he struck that pose all on his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG38TfXnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DhkzsYJmYsI/s1600-h/P3080003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372634368532082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG38TfXnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DhkzsYJmYsI/s320/P3080003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is a little dark, but there is nothing better than some quiet time with Uncle Jimmy, listening to the iPod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG4cTfXoI/AAAAAAAAATE/DB52qb3tUvg/s1600-h/Em%27s+first+camera+phone+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372642958466690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG4cTfXoI/AAAAAAAAATE/DB52qb3tUvg/s320/Em%27s+first+camera+phone+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was the first picture I took with my camera phone.  Completely unrelated to Jimmy &amp;amp; Daisy's visit.  But still undeniably cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-1130289040040446550?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/1130289040040446550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=1130289040040446550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1130289040040446550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/1130289040040446550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-march-fun-jimmy-daisy-visit.html' title='More March fun - Jimmy &amp; Daisy visit'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SCDG2sTfXkI/AAAAAAAAASk/v62nomC9tUU/s72-c/P3090008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6314137676076171025</id><published>2008-05-04T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:37:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time for an update....1st quarter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4ArsTfXaI/AAAAAAAAARU/ndAFNdAXsLE/s1600-h/P1040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591770659413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4ArsTfXaI/AAAAAAAAARU/ndAFNdAXsLE/s320/P1040002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher started sleeping in a "big boy" bed on January 4th!  We took the guard rail off about a week later and he's fallen out a few times, but in spite of our wanting to keep him &lt;em&gt;contained&lt;/em&gt; in the crib, he was ready for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AscTfXbI/AAAAAAAAARc/G0U2ui8Uhmo/s1600-h/P1140001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591783544315314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AscTfXbI/AAAAAAAAARc/G0U2ui8Uhmo/s320/P1140001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ummm...how to explain this one?  Well, Pooter is a big cat with lots of long fur.  He tends to pull out clumps of fur and either scatter them like kittens on the carpet around the house, or swallow them.  The swallowing part results in nasty furballs which he tries to chuck up on our bed around 3 a.m.  So I started shaving his fur.  Then the clippers stopped working.  It was a couple of days before we got the new clippers, so we had to snap this shot of poor Pooter with his reverse mohawk in the meantime.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AssTfXcI/AAAAAAAAARk/nJwPXkdJnWI/s1600-h/P2100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591787839282626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AssTfXcI/AAAAAAAAARk/nJwPXkdJnWI/s320/P2100001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Nell gifted us with a very large amount of grapefruit at the beginning of the year, and Christopher got quite good at helping Matt juice them in the mornings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4As8TfXdI/AAAAAAAAARs/K1Z7v1LyCX0/s1600-h/P2180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591792134249938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4As8TfXdI/AAAAAAAAARs/K1Z7v1LyCX0/s320/P2180001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bandanas are just cool.  He didn't this one off for at least an hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AtMTfXeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DFpiPwj4GNI/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591796429217250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4AtMTfXeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DFpiPwj4GNI/s320/IMG00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter came early, but we actually managed to get a picture with the Easter bunny at the mall this year.  This is Christopher with his friend Joseph.  I actually took this picture on my new camera phone and somehow managed to upload it to my computer!  Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6314137676076171025?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6314137676076171025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6314137676076171025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6314137676076171025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6314137676076171025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-about-time-for-update1st-quarter.html' title='It&apos;s about time for an update....1st quarter 2008'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/SB4ArsTfXaI/AAAAAAAAARU/ndAFNdAXsLE/s72-c/P1040002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2605178494970081210</id><published>2008-02-19T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:27:35.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics - Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5hcEJ_hI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9A-zpN7iBMM/s1600-h/PC220015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168928981458222610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5hcEJ_hI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9A-zpN7iBMM/s320/PC220015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christoher and Ellie looking at the Christmas I Spy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5iMEJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aqT50LjlUY8/s1600-h/PC250017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168928994343124514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5iMEJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aqT50LjlUY8/s320/PC250017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personal home theater.  Waiting for the rest of the family to wake up Christmas morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5i8EJ_jI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JfQrw-nhg-A/s1600-h/PC250031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929007228026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5i8EJ_jI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JfQrw-nhg-A/s320/PC250031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ummm...thank you Uncle Jimmy for helping Christopher get started on his modeling career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5jMEJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hUoipcqKFXA/s1600-h/PC250033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929011522993730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5jMEJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hUoipcqKFXA/s320/PC250033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More "macho" shot with Daddy and Nerf guns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5jsEJ_lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Tizyf87arus/s1600-h/PC250036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929020112928338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5jsEJ_lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Tizyf87arus/s320/PC250036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, back to the cars.  This picture is a little dark, but he loved simply lining up his cars and bringing the Mac truck to come visit them and show them the new place to park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2605178494970081210?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2605178494970081210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2605178494970081210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2605178494970081210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2605178494970081210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/02/christmas-pics-inside.html' title='Christmas pics - Inside'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u5hcEJ_hI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9A-zpN7iBMM/s72-c/PC220015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9126948924839570752</id><published>2008-02-19T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:20:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Utah - Outside</title><content type='html'>We went to Utah for Christmas to see Emily's family.  Here are some pics of the outdoor fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3gMEJ_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WJaJLhhpNrY/s1600-h/Christopher+in+the+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168926760960130498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3gMEJ_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WJaJLhhpNrY/s320/Christopher+in+the+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, he looks pretty cute all dressed up for sledding.  This was Christopher's second time in snow but first time sledding.  He had multiple layers of everything going on here.  It was COLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3gsEJ_dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qthdR0vnoHc/s1600-h/Christmas+sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168926769550065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3gsEJ_dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qthdR0vnoHc/s320/Christmas+sledding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The obligatory family shot.  Actually one of the few of us all together.  Christopher's attention is still on the sleds.  He wants to keep going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3hsEJ_eI/AAAAAAAAAP4/g19CrqhUwaQ/s1600-h/PC220009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168926786729934306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3hsEJ_eI/AAAAAAAAAP4/g19CrqhUwaQ/s320/PC220009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher had a really good time running around in the fresh snow with his cousing Ellie, and being chased by the "snow monster" who was so cold that he wouldn't take his hands out of his coat pockets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3h8EJ_fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xvy1ccOdQeM/s1600-h/PC220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168926791024901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3h8EJ_fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xvy1ccOdQeM/s320/PC220008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time we turned around Christopher was trying to eat the snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3i8EJ_gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a0lMaU6Inpg/s1600-h/PC220003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168926808204770818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3i8EJ_gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a0lMaU6Inpg/s320/PC220003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or he was falling down in it.  And then trying to eat it on his hands and knees.  It's sad how those Arizona boys can get around a little too much snow.  It's so foreign to them, they just lose their senses.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9126948924839570752?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9126948924839570752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9126948924839570752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9126948924839570752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9126948924839570752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/02/christmas-in-utah-outside.html' title='Christmas in Utah - Outside'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R7u3gMEJ_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WJaJLhhpNrY/s72-c/Christopher+in+the+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8006336036724959143</id><published>2008-01-12T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:54:08.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Christmas update - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I'm pacing myself (extremely) at updating our blog with Christmas pics this year.  We basically celebrated Christmas 3 times.  The first time was on the 17th with Matt's family.  Christopher's favorite gift  was a garbage truck.  It lifts a garbage can and dumps it into the back, has a driver, makes the backing up beep noise - Christopher couldn't have been happier with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYR_CoOjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0pD45zPoFMA/s1600-h/PC150053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154818683249900082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYR_CoOjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0pD45zPoFMA/s320/PC150053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a little get together with our friends Jason &amp;amp; Erin on the 19th.  They gave him a Disney movie version of the Scene It game.  He was thrilled just identifying all the characters on the outside of the box.  He was also potty training and was currently running around with no pants on, so Daddy provided a little bit of prop placement to get the G-rating for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYSfCoOkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/St2j5aRZgoQ/s1600-h/PC190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154818691839834690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYSfCoOkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/St2j5aRZgoQ/s320/PC190005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYSvCoOlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TBEXJ9lqzJg/s1600-h/PC150057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8006336036724959143?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8006336036724959143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8006336036724959143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8006336036724959143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8006336036724959143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-christmas-update-part-1.html' title='Late Christmas update - Part 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R4mYR_CoOjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0pD45zPoFMA/s72-c/PC150053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4891923684612759206</id><published>2007-12-16T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:30:24.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VgofCoOfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tKf4Hyr78Y4/s1600-h/Christmas+Card+2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144624397984217586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VgofCoOfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tKf4Hyr78Y4/s400/Christmas+Card+2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4891923684612759206?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4891923684612759206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4891923684612759206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4891923684612759206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4891923684612759206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-christmas-card.html' title='Our Christmas Card'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VgofCoOfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tKf4Hyr78Y4/s72-c/Christmas+Card+2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3098773481923204922</id><published>2007-12-16T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:42:19.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First we practiced at home with Pooter and Christoper wearing the Santa hat.  It went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGhvCoOcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pJoPntdiBUA/s1600-h/PC110017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144595694717778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGhvCoOcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pJoPntdiBUA/s400/PC110017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we went to the mall the next day and Christopher worked on his funny smile for his picture with Santa, but it was still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGiPCoOdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2TI4CcM1OdA/s1600-h/PC130019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144595703307712978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGiPCoOdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2TI4CcM1OdA/s400/PC130019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then he got to ride one of the reindeer that are visiting the carousel.  Quite exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGifCoOeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Edl8pvZu18U/s1600-h/PC130020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144595707602680290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGifCoOeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Edl8pvZu18U/s400/PC130020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3098773481923204922?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3098773481923204922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3098773481923204922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3098773481923204922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3098773481923204922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-picture.html' title='Santa picture'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2VGhvCoOcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pJoPntdiBUA/s72-c/PC110017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3878646467065260243</id><published>2007-12-15T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:53:11.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi everyone!  Our little boy is now three years old!  It's hard for us to believe.  Here are just a couple of pictures from his birthday at home.  We had a family birthday party at Matt's parents' house earlier, but we didn't have our own camera there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuT_CoOZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IKo69pJsD6c/s1600-h/PC040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144428332727155090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuT_CoOZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IKo69pJsD6c/s400/PC040004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not quite sure what he's doing with his hand on this one, but he was pretty excited about the "TV game" (his name for video games) for the Wii that his daddy got for him (you decide for yourself which "him" the game was really for). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuUPCoOaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pnOx_v4v22A/s1600-h/PC040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144428337022122402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuUPCoOaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pnOx_v4v22A/s400/PC040006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This one is fuzzy - don't know why.  Three candles on a brownie.  And he blew them all out himself while wearing Daddy's baseball hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuUfCoObI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-mrmcLSmTPM/s1600-h/PC050005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3878646467065260243?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3878646467065260243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3878646467065260243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3878646467065260243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3878646467065260243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-boy.html' title='The birthday boy!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/R2SuT_CoOZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IKo69pJsD6c/s72-c/PC040004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4414254280324485381</id><published>2007-11-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:41:02.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pictures</title><content type='html'>Christopher was much more interested in Halloween this year than he was last year.  He enjoyed trick or treating more, but he got tired of it pretty quickly and just wanted to go back to the house and help Daddy to pass out candy.  No pictures of that part, it was too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_emN6O3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SE4dIAMDYkI/s1600-h/Joy+School+Halloween+Party+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127910551858068338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_emN6O3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SE4dIAMDYkI/s400/Joy+School+Halloween+Party+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week he and his friends from Joy School had a little Halloween party where they did a parade for the moms and then sang some songs they'd been learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_f2N6O4I/AAAAAAAAANY/fQ58oyr_kaI/s1600-h/PA270032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127910573332904834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_f2N6O4I/AAAAAAAAANY/fQ58oyr_kaI/s400/PA270032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really, really enjoyed helping Daddy gut the pumpkin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_gmN6O5I/AAAAAAAAANg/4cleT3NIs60/s1600-h/PA310002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127910586217806738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_gmN6O5I/AAAAAAAAANg/4cleT3NIs60/s400/PA310002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our neighbors had a skeleton costume from a few years ago that she let me borrow after she saw Christopher's costume at the Trunk or Treat at church on Saturday.  So we both got to dress up as skeletons last night.  We went to a neighborhood party by Grandma's house before coming back to our house, and that is where we got our faces painted.  Christopher was not wanting to pose for pictures at this point.  He wanted to head out for the candy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_hWN6O6I/AAAAAAAAANo/T6kjwEzWIG0/s1600-h/PA310005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127910599102708642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_hWN6O6I/AAAAAAAAANo/T6kjwEzWIG0/s400/PA310005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy got him to give us a good smile after we got home and before he headed to the bathtub. He had a really good time being "scary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4414254280324485381?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4414254280324485381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4414254280324485381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4414254280324485381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4414254280324485381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Ryn_emN6O3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SE4dIAMDYkI/s72-c/Joy+School+Halloween+Party+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4955607088502938650</id><published>2007-10-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:35:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time but...</title><content type='html'>We have actually been doing things. I just haven't posted them on the blog lately. But even when I do, who's really looking at them? Sigh. Send us some comments, people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFvmN6OyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gTLgYl9QsYc/s1600-h/P9080001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126580434846235426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFvmN6OyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gTLgYl9QsYc/s400/P9080001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher found some heart stickers and proceeded to experiment with body art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFwGN6OzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uwY0oA0nGVg/s1600-h/P9020005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126580443436170034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFwGN6OzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uwY0oA0nGVg/s400/P9020005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Flagstaff last month Christopher helped me get every bit of frosting off the candles from my birthday cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFxWN6O0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m_oeh8jpUDw/s1600-h/P9030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126580464911006530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFxWN6O0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m_oeh8jpUDw/s400/P9030006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one absolutely had to be posted.  "Christopher lets Uncle Arch hold him."  It was a "read" letter day.  Get it?  ;)  This is serious progress in Christopher and Arch's relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFxmN6O1I/AAAAAAAAANA/SaVPzVKVahw/s1600-h/P9230005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126580469205973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFxmN6O1I/AAAAAAAAANA/SaVPzVKVahw/s400/P9230005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at home on my actual birthday, Christopher helped Matt put the candles in the cake and then he sang "Happy Birthday" very sweetly and helped me blow out the candles.  Matt wore his SPAM shirt for the special day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFx2N6O2I/AAAAAAAAANI/r4aA9Mg750Q/s1600-h/P9230022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126580473500941154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFx2N6O2I/AAAAAAAAANI/r4aA9Mg750Q/s400/P9230022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Christopher helped us eat the cake.  And here began the great debate:  use a fork or use his hands?  It was a tough choice, but the hands won out.  And then the bathtub removed all evidence of the crime committed against the poor piece of cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4955607088502938650?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4955607088502938650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4955607088502938650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4955607088502938650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4955607088502938650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-long-time-but.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time but...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RyVFvmN6OyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gTLgYl9QsYc/s72-c/P9080001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6852160980427587842</id><published>2007-08-06T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:11:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a cowboy...baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RreOQ5aR7iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KFFbqS4sahk/s1600-h/P8020018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095697924333104674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RreOQ5aR7iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KFFbqS4sahk/s400/P8020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher got to go horseback riding in Flagstaff this past weekend.  The horse was named Ahab, and the guide put his own hat on Christopher for the ride.  Christopher had a really good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6852160980427587842?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6852160980427587842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6852160980427587842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6852160980427587842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6852160980427587842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-be-cowboybaby.html' title='I want to be a cowboy...baby!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RreOQ5aR7iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KFFbqS4sahk/s72-c/P8020018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7360058019558853789</id><published>2007-07-26T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:36:35.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Matt</title><content type='html'>Matt's 34th birthday was July 9th.  We got together with his parents and his sister's family to celebrate the day.  Christopher helped his cousin Angie put the candles on Daddy's birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhS5aR7eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9WEGWGoQEYM/s1600-h/P7090004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091637462251466210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhS5aR7eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9WEGWGoQEYM/s320/P7090004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhTZaR7fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/o66FRPL3A7E/s1600-h/P7090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he helped him blow the candles out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhTpaR7gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lqbmM_95ZcQ/s1600-h/P7090011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091637475136368130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhTpaR7gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lqbmM_95ZcQ/s320/P7090011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since he is getting on in years, Matt also needed help unwrapping his presents.  Christopher was so excited that kept singing Happy Birthday to Matt and also telling everyone that it was his birthday too.  Matt got a super soaker water gun from the nephews for use in the pool.  It's getting well-used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhUJaR7hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IWKbIjKyiMU/s1600-h/P7090022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091637483726302738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhUJaR7hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IWKbIjKyiMU/s320/P7090022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7360058019558853789?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7360058019558853789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7360058019558853789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7360058019558853789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7360058019558853789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-matt.html' title='Happy Birthday to Matt'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkhS5aR7eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9WEGWGoQEYM/s72-c/P7090004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7466647925773080506</id><published>2007-07-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:31:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Christopher is starting to be more interested in trying to dress himself - part of the 2 1/2 year old "I can do it myself" phase, which is loads of fun (sometimes).  He actually did get that shoe on completely by himself.  And he was very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkgBZaR7cI/AAAAAAAAALw/RzDcye23YY8/s1600-h/P7180010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091636062092127682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkgBZaR7cI/AAAAAAAAALw/RzDcye23YY8/s320/P7180010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally getting some rain.  This was the first we had received in months.  Christopher and I got out our umbrella, shook the dust off, and walked to the mailbox.  The picture is kind of dark, but he had taken over possession of the umbrella (once again, "I can do it myself!") and so I was sheltering on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkgCJaR7dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vVJ_m6E17pM/s1600-h/P7240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091636074977029586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkgCJaR7dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vVJ_m6E17pM/s320/P7240017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7466647925773080506?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7466647925773080506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7466647925773080506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7466647925773080506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7466647925773080506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RqkgBZaR7cI/AAAAAAAAALw/RzDcye23YY8/s72-c/P7180010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-9012435201024520058</id><published>2007-07-15T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:04:32.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June - part 3</title><content type='html'>Yep, you should scroll down to part 1 if you're just starting. I didn't turn my brain back on before posting these pictures and I should have done it backwards!&lt;br /&gt;Post trek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Hannah in the new backyard grass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf4WmVN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/eBrG3kjjYGw/s1600-h/P6110010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087624888300419010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf4WmVN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/eBrG3kjjYGw/s320/P6110010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on "big boy" underwear for the first time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf4mmVN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/_EAwM5aSLzk/s1600-h/P6220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087624892595386322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf4mmVN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/_EAwM5aSLzk/s320/P6220008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he looks like he's posing, he was actually telling me to cut the tag out of the back.  Underwear models are so sensitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf42mVN-I/AAAAAAAAALo/uxpam1RqvvM/s1600-h/P6220009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087624896890353634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf42mVN-I/AAAAAAAAALo/uxpam1RqvvM/s320/P6220009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-9012435201024520058?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/9012435201024520058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=9012435201024520058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9012435201024520058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/9012435201024520058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-part-3.html' title='June - part 3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprf4WmVN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/eBrG3kjjYGw/s72-c/P6110010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-473457389557809449</id><published>2007-07-15T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:56:40.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June - part 2</title><content type='html'>Christopher also went to the lake and dug under rocks with a stick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprdp2mVN3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ds7zRdLpkm8/s1600-h/P6090078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087622440169060210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprdp2mVN3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ds7zRdLpkm8/s320/P6090078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looked for ladybugs in the grass with Grandma.  He had a great time while we were trekking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RprdqGmVN4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2gPVal8alqQ/s1600-h/P6090081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087622444464027522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RprdqGmVN4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2gPVal8alqQ/s320/P6090081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RprdqmmVN5I/AAAAAAAAALA/XdNRr0-6t7Y/s1600-h/P6110009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did we for the most part - except for when Emily's foot very nearly got run over by a handcart wheel.  Luckily the wheel didn't roll all the way over or we're pretty sure something would have broken.  As it was, it merely got really squished.  Could have been worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprdq2mVN6I/AAAAAAAAALI/EbOU8gC5SgA/s1600-h/P6090020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087622457348929442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprdq2mVN6I/AAAAAAAAALI/EbOU8gC5SgA/s320/P6090020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RprdrGmVN7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GVeCOeEWqGY/s1600-h/P6220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-473457389557809449?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/473457389557809449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=473457389557809449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/473457389557809449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/473457389557809449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-part-2.html' title='June - part 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprdp2mVN3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ds7zRdLpkm8/s72-c/P6090078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3768726841683930850</id><published>2007-07-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:50:22.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>A little over a month ago, Matt &amp; Emily went on a pioneer trek with youth from church.  You can't see us, but here are some of the kdis from our group pulling the handcart.  This was an easy stretch of the trek, flat with no rocks.  It wasn't all like that.  We'll have more pictures of that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb2GmVNyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y3Y_r0FFrrg/s1600-h/trek022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087620451599202082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb2GmVNyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y3Y_r0FFrrg/s320/trek022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone Christopher went up to Flagstaff with Grandma &amp; Grandpa Truitt and experienced the joy of being the center of the universe when Dara and the cousins arrived.  He got to:  Watch movies with Aaron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb3GmVNzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7RaYjtPHDuw/s1600-h/P6060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087620468779071282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb3GmVNzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7RaYjtPHDuw/s320/P6060001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...see deer and goats and peacocks at the deer farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb3WmVN0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/x6D2iIn475Y/s1600-h/P6070033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087620473074038594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb3WmVN0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/x6D2iIn475Y/s320/P6070033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...go horseback riding for the first time...Grandma says he was a natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb4GmVN1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Pl9rrpCgwMA/s1600-h/P6070052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087620485958940498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb4GmVN1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Pl9rrpCgwMA/s320/P6070052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and go bowling for the first time...I think a contraption like that would help my score significantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb4mmVN2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/O7kIM-NIFKI/s1600-h/P6080054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087620494548875106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb4mmVN2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/O7kIM-NIFKI/s320/P6080054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3768726841683930850?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3768726841683930850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3768726841683930850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3768726841683930850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3768726841683930850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/07/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/Rprb2GmVNyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y3Y_r0FFrrg/s72-c/trek022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6887838420525768315</id><published>2007-06-30T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:14:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress of a Yard</title><content type='html'>Yard prepped: raked, rolled, ready for curbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEnORVcfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QKsHKl6dLng/s1600-h/P5220002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082106145147286002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEnORVcfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QKsHKl6dLng/s320/P5220002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEneRVcgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qM5XcsMZAdQ/s1600-h/P5240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082106149442253314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEneRVcgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qM5XcsMZAdQ/s320/P5240006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sod laid. Still looking a little bit like patchwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEnuRVchI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y7Fsm8BSg1o/s1600-h/P5260014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082106153737220626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEnuRVchI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y7Fsm8BSg1o/s320/P5260014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks later. The lawn's first haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEn-RVciI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rW1buHB6k7E/s1600-h/P6150001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082106158032187938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEn-RVciI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rW1buHB6k7E/s320/P6150001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of perspective on the layout of the yard now. And Matt jumped right into the pool after mowing the lawn. It's pretty hot here now. I think our temps for the week will average 111. Because of that, it looks like we'll be waiting until October to put in the plants and rock around the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEoeRVcjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2j8xLMuJ0OM/s1600-h/P6140015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082106166622122546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEoeRVcjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2j8xLMuJ0OM/s320/P6140015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6887838420525768315?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6887838420525768315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6887838420525768315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6887838420525768315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6887838420525768315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/06/progress-of-yard.html' title='Progress of a Yard'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RodEnORVcfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QKsHKl6dLng/s72-c/P5220002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2499692331500163137</id><published>2007-05-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:56:26.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmLjRK0tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eQG8KuEuKLk/s1600-h/P5190013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068139673051386578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmLjRK0tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eQG8KuEuKLk/s320/P5190013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving the fire engine.  He was very interested in the firefighters who were standing off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmNTRK0uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3fQMFw_dBrg/s1600-h/P5190016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068139703116157666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmNTRK0uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3fQMFw_dBrg/s320/P5190016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clown asked him what balloon shape he wanted, Christopher immediately said he wanted an elephant.  Then she asked the color and without hesitation he said "Blue!"  And there's Grandma Nell.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmODRK0vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P-cN8n83BFg/s1600-h/P5190018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068139716001059570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmODRK0vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P-cN8n83BFg/s320/P5190018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line with Grandpa to get on the train.  He was being tickled, but still was maintaining the "you can't make me smile" line of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmOzRK0wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/auG-GVcg7iE/s1600-h/P5190020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068139728885961474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmOzRK0wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/auG-GVcg7iE/s320/P5190020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha!  Grandpa won the prize!  Maybe Christopher just didn't want to smile at the camera, but Grandpa still managed to get him to laugh for the profile shot on Grandma's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmPzRK0xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nANmnS-Vw3M/s1600-h/P5190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068139746065830674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmPzRK0xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nANmnS-Vw3M/s320/P5190021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working on the "waif" look.  How do you think it's coming along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2499692331500163137?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2499692331500163137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2499692331500163137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2499692331500163137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2499692331500163137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving-fire-engine.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWmLjRK0tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eQG8KuEuKLk/s72-c/P5190013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4331902362391645592</id><published>2007-05-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:47:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWlKjRK0sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Iv1z6kxVv2E/s1600-h/P5190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068138556359889602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWlKjRK0sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Iv1z6kxVv2E/s320/P5190004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWk_zRK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yxmDy_52p9I/s1600-h/P5190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we went to Flagstaff with Grandma &amp; Grandpa Truitt &amp;amp; Grandma Nell to see Thomas the Tank Engine.  Here is a slight glimpse of Thomas.  Christopher did enjoy seeing that.  We couldn't really get much closer since people were waiting to board the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj8jRK0mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfE0lbQL2xk/s1600-h/P5190001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137216330093154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj8jRK0mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YfE0lbQL2xk/s320/P5190001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher was slightly overwhelmed. We couldn't get a single smiling picture, but he wasn't crying! Here is the hay maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj9DRK0nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lM0LzFMApUU/s1600-h/P5190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj-DRK0oI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VqxxyHeSPrY/s1600-h/P5190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137242099896962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj-DRK0oI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VqxxyHeSPrY/s320/P5190007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a temporary "tattoo" of Thomas on his hand, which Grandpa helped him display for the camera. Still no smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj-jRK0pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ot9AqzJZPhI/s1600-h/P5190011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137250689831570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj-jRK0pI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ot9AqzJZPhI/s320/P5190011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an ambulance that he got to climb around in. You must look stoic when on an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj_zRK0qI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zfWhirV1_K0/s1600-h/P5190012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137272164668066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWj_zRK0qI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zfWhirV1_K0/s320/P5190012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also liked climbing up onto the fire engine. Really. He did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4331902362391645592?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4331902362391645592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4331902362391645592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4331902362391645592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4331902362391645592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-to-thomas.html' title='Trip to Thomas'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWlKjRK0sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Iv1z6kxVv2E/s72-c/P5190004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-2978586238502528798</id><published>2007-05-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:37:36.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWieDRK0kI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LXgr7MUpAMU/s1600-h/P5040003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068135592832455234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWieDRK0kI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LXgr7MUpAMU/s320/P5040003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't these two good-looking guys look cool?  Christopher was helping Daddy back his truck out on his way to work and just had to have sunglasses on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWiejRK0lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9ar-8XRshR8/s1600-h/P5090011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068135601422389842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWiejRK0lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9ar-8XRshR8/s320/P5090011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is getting pretty good at the act of sharing.  These are toy Easter eggs.  The cat wanted them on his back and Christopher obliged.  Then Christopher actually asked me to take a picture of it.  He was so proud of himself.  The cat is currently working on his application for sainthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-2978586238502528798?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/2978586238502528798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=2978586238502528798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2978586238502528798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/2978586238502528798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-these-two-good-looking-guys-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RlWieDRK0kI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LXgr7MUpAMU/s72-c/P5040003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-5460811093276800323</id><published>2007-04-03T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:32:40.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some cute stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGmo_cvpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E4QvTKySQDY/s1600-h/P3240052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049316499376619154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGmo_cvpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E4QvTKySQDY/s320/P3240052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher got a "fire engine hat" a couple of weeks ago.  He was trying to convince me that it looked so cute on him that he should get to wear it to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGnI_cvqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XqHzTshya_c/s1600-h/P3260053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049316507966553762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGnI_cvqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XqHzTshya_c/s320/P3260053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a 2-year old has got to earn his keep somehow!  Actually, he seriously wanted to vacuum.  I had pulled it out and he managed to turn it on and start working.  Good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGno_cvrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BAFdABvJA28/s1600-h/P3300059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049316516556488370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGno_cvrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BAFdABvJA28/s320/P3300059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was simply a cute smile.  He was showing his Big Bird and Cookie Monster dolls to the cat (the tip of whose tail is visible right at the bottom center of the picture - it's grey, hard to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGoI_cvsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5gua8vZ7fBA/s1600-h/P3311814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049316525146422978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGoI_cvsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5gua8vZ7fBA/s320/P3311814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Renaissance Festival with our little friend Hannah.  As we walked in we passed a chocolate shop offering free popsicle sticks dipped in melted chocolate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGoo_cvtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UlyDuo3P-AA/s1600-h/P3311816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049316533736357586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGoo_cvtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UlyDuo3P-AA/s320/P3311816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher just had to stop and visit "Mother Goose" at the festival.  He walked right up to the bench, sat down and let the goose sit on his lap.  He was giving it hugs and the whole scene was so cute that people behind us were taking pictures of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-5460811093276800323?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/5460811093276800323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=5460811093276800323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5460811093276800323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/5460811093276800323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-some-cute-stuff.html' title='Just some cute stuff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLGmo_cvpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E4QvTKySQDY/s72-c/P3240052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-4137019477322929901</id><published>2007-04-03T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:16:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDnY_cvkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KVqbbbrH1AY/s1600-h/P3130011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049313213726637634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDnY_cvkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KVqbbbrH1AY/s320/P3130011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daddy gets home, it's time to head to the bed for play time!  First, Christopher needs to warm up by flexing his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDno_cvlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8pQdwtCo0GM/s1600-h/P3130006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049313218021604946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDno_cvlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8pQdwtCo0GM/s320/P3130006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little bit of upside down time to stretch those legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDoI_cvmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WxfQIFhCfEY/s1600-h/P3130015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049313226611539554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDoI_cvmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WxfQIFhCfEY/s320/P3130015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's Daddy's turn for a workout by doing a few "boy lifts" and some mind-to-mind connecting with his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDoo_cvnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/n28uQWgrUpE/s1600-h/P3130020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049313235201474162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDoo_cvnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/n28uQWgrUpE/s320/P3130020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hand Christopher over to his mama for some tickle time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDpI_cvoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Bsa5VE9rss4/s1600-h/P3140023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049313243791408770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDpI_cvoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Bsa5VE9rss4/s320/P3140023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Christopher decides that Pooter was left out of all the fun and needs to play with the newspaper ads - just for a change of pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-4137019477322929901?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/4137019477322929901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=4137019477322929901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4137019477322929901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/4137019477322929901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/04/typical-day.html' title='A Typical Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RhLDnY_cvkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KVqbbbrH1AY/s72-c/P3130011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-3355540646896308087</id><published>2007-03-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:34:53.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RfXVWDjjUeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/01rpxt0oHlI/s1600-h/P2250005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041169932799398370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RfXVWDjjUeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/01rpxt0oHlI/s320/P2250005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing quite as relaxing as "reading" the Sunday comics after church while waiting for your lunch to be prepared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-3355540646896308087?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/3355540646896308087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=3355540646896308087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3355540646896308087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/3355540646896308087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/03/taking-it-easy.html' title='Taking it easy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RfXVWDjjUeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/01rpxt0oHlI/s72-c/P2250005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8896667453866334021</id><published>2007-02-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:36:04.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the go</title><content type='html'>These are not the "smiliest" pictures of Christopher we've ever been able to get, but he's at the stage where he doesn't like to hold still for long - or follow directions like "smile!"   But they capture the essence of what we've been up to in the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQykbPoFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fEzj3C78xWU/s1600-h/P1230004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030679982218649682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQykbPoFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fEzj3C78xWU/s320/P1230004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher loves to bring a couple of stuffed animals with him when we go for walks.  He likes to make sure they are safely buckled in on the other seat of the wagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQy0bPoGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CQnHSgC_LV8/s1600-h/P2090005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030679986513616994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQy0bPoGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CQnHSgC_LV8/s320/P2090005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to help Dad get ready to leave for work.  Christopher does the "quality control checks" and makes sure that the engine revs just right and that the horn button still works on Dad's motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQzUbPoHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CYAe6dsvlgc/s1600-h/P2090008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030679995103551602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQzUbPoHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CYAe6dsvlgc/s320/P2090008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we met up with Mema and cousin Austin at the zoo.  We couldn't get any pictures of him in front of any of the animals, but he &amp; Austin had a great time climbing up on things.  This is a bench just inside the entrance of the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQz0bPoII/AAAAAAAAAEg/JlKZcVJrH0o/s1600-h/P2090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030680003693486210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQz0bPoII/AAAAAAAAAEg/JlKZcVJrH0o/s320/P2090010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge stone frog by the jungle part of the zoo.  Christopher didn't really feel like looking at the camera, but Austin was still trying to get him to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQ0EbPoJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tUQKw7gT5F8/s1600-h/P2090012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030680007988453522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQ0EbPoJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tUQKw7gT5F8/s320/P2090012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher loved the playground section of the zoo.  This is a slide that is shaped like a huge saguaro.  He enjoys slides and had to go down this one several times before he was satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8896667453866334021?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8896667453866334021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8896667453866334021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8896667453866334021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8896667453866334021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-go.html' title='On the go'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RdCQykbPoFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fEzj3C78xWU/s72-c/P1230004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8156416237816126382</id><published>2007-01-19T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:33:57.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher's year so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4YXMb7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/j-9cy_r88lY/s1600-h/P1090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021857050689006594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4YXMb7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/j-9cy_r88lY/s320/P1090001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher got a new friend, whom we very creatively named "Monkey."  This picture was taken the day Monkey came home and Christopher wanted Daddy to see him right away, so we were emailing pictures to Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4Y3Mb7BI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoURn0NDDOk/s1600-h/P1120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021857059278941202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4Y3Mb7BI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoURn0NDDOk/s320/P1120005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing his budding skills as a photographer.  He likes to hold the camera, facing whichever way is most comfortable at the moment, and says "Smile! Click!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4ZHMb7CI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5ZzsElpbyfE/s1600-h/P1140007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021857063573908514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4ZHMb7CI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5ZzsElpbyfE/s320/P1140007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to read before nap time.  I told Christopher to go get on the bed and get ready to read while I finished something else and when I walked in he had gathered all of the stuffed animal friends that are in the "reading room" up onto the bed with him.  They were all quite interested in reading.  They make comments, point at pictures, the whole nine yards.  Christopher's toys are very interactive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8156416237816126382?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8156416237816126382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8156416237816126382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8156416237816126382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8156416237816126382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/christophers-year-so-far.html' title='Christopher&apos;s year so far'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RbE4YXMb7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/j-9cy_r88lY/s72-c/P1090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-7766214196932651284</id><published>2007-01-05T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:13:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the Truitts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6TyvyWBSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yu6qHI7y5Zg/s1600-h/PC280076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016609534967678242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6TyvyWBSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yu6qHI7y5Zg/s320/PC280076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are so not in chronological order, but the important thing is that I'm finally getting them posted!  This Christmas we got to meet Christopher's newest cousin, Amelia for the first time.  Here she is with her dad, Joshua.  Her mom is Matt's younger sister, Melisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6Ty_yWBTI/AAAAAAAAADA/f4lOrwdcbn4/s1600-h/PC280081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016609539262645554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6Ty_yWBTI/AAAAAAAAADA/f4lOrwdcbn4/s320/PC280081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher had a great time playing with the other cousins on the Truitt side, Dara's kids: Adam, Angie, Austin, Aaron and Arch (left to right).  He didn't participate in the snowman building, though, because he was busy napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SVPyWBNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TGI9ZDNspMI/s1600-h/PC230002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016607928649909458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SVPyWBNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TGI9ZDNspMI/s320/PC230002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher was fascinated by all of the fun ornaments on Grandma Shirley's tree.  This was the Saturday before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SWvyWBOI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zij8y5OmeAI/s1600-h/PC250021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016607954419713250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SWvyWBOI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zij8y5OmeAI/s320/PC250021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning at our house:  Christopher was a little more into unwrapping presents than he was last year, but after about 2 gifts he just wanted to play and couldn't be interested in unwrapping any more gifts.  He got several fun trucks this year and that is perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SW_yWBPI/AAAAAAAAACg/E45PQLnIPHg/s1600-h/PC250060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016607958714680562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SW_yWBPI/AAAAAAAAACg/E45PQLnIPHg/s320/PC250060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a really cool wagon with seat backs, cupholders, all the bells and whistles. We're going to use it on our next zoo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SXPyWBQI/AAAAAAAAACo/0U65IPlltQg/s1600-h/PC220014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016607963009647874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SXPyWBQI/AAAAAAAAACo/0U65IPlltQg/s320/PC220014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher decorated gingerbread men for the first time this year. This involved his mama squeezing on some icing, Christopher putting on the candy, and then Christopher removing and eating the candy. It's a good process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SXvyWBRI/AAAAAAAAACw/3a0azqzH3Iw/s1600-h/PC280070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016607971599582482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6SXvyWBRI/AAAAAAAAACw/3a0azqzH3Iw/s320/PC280070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Flagstaff the Wednesday after Christmas and got snow that same night. Two minutes after being out in the snow for the first time, Christopher declared "I love snow!" And then Mema showed him how to eat it - right when he thought things couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;We had it all this Christmas: sun, snow, and lots of family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-7766214196932651284?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/7766214196932651284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=7766214196932651284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7766214196932651284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/7766214196932651284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-with-truitts.html' title='Christmas with the Truitts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZ6TyvyWBSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yu6qHI7y5Zg/s72-c/PC280076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-6376759513376285860</id><published>2006-12-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:31:04.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving amendment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGiXNDCSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/z_ez1nP842E/s1600-h/PB230036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966379763157618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGiXNDCSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/z_ez1nP842E/s200/PB230036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family picture is missing two people: Jimmy - he was taking the picture, and Jimmy's daughter, Ellie. She was already back at her mom's house for the day. Here is a picture of Ellie with Christopher.  It's a little dark, but you can still see the gap where her front teeth used to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-6376759513376285860?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/6376759513376285860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=6376759513376285860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6376759513376285860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/6376759513376285860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanksgiving-amendment.html' title='Thanksgiving amendment'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGiXNDCSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/z_ez1nP842E/s72-c/PB230036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-8414587998344963150</id><published>2006-12-26T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:27:00.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving - Only a month late!</title><content type='html'>My goal is to have Christmas pictures up around the New Year - okay, maybe Valentine's Day, but I'm trying to be optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Utah for Thanksgiving to see Emily's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf5tDCSiI/AAAAAAAAABI/4qH8V2d4x9Q/s1600-h/PB230035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012963673933761058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf5tDCSiI/AAAAAAAAABI/4qH8V2d4x9Q/s200/PB230035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher shared some of the music from Daddy's iPod with his uncle Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf6NDCSjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_K-qaaftI_E/s1600-h/PB230037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012963682523695666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf6NDCSjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_K-qaaftI_E/s200/PB230037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold weather was a new thing for him, so he had to get all decked out in his  long pants, sweatshirt, jacket, hat and closed-toe shoes.  We don't use those things much in Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf6tDCSkI/AAAAAAAAABY/MZ-L7j4Ke_w/s1600-h/PB230042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012963691113630274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf6tDCSkI/AAAAAAAAABY/MZ-L7j4Ke_w/s200/PB230042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole family, use your magnifying glass:  From the left, Jennifer and Ben, Scott &amp; Kathleen, Stephanie, Sergio, Jimmy's wife Daisy, Emily, Christopher in front of part of Synthia's face, and Matt with Emma and Dana sitting in the chairs in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf69DCSlI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOhO9TGhaUA/s1600-h/PB230043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012963695408597586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf69DCSlI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOhO9TGhaUA/s200/PB230043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher with his cousin Dana.  Aren't those precious smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf7NDCSmI/AAAAAAAAABo/VybNHW_wiws/s1600-h/PB240052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012963699703564898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf7NDCSmI/AAAAAAAAABo/VybNHW_wiws/s200/PB240052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see our friends Todd &amp; Beth at the end of the week.  It had been a long week for Christopher, so he and his Bear took a nice 3-hour nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-8414587998344963150?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/8414587998344963150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=8414587998344963150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8414587998344963150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/8414587998344963150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanksgiving-only-month-late.html' title='Thanksgiving - Only a month late!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RZGf5tDCSiI/AAAAAAAAABI/4qH8V2d4x9Q/s72-c/PB230035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-41867824672496802</id><published>2006-12-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:31:48.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd birthday'/><title type='text'>Christopher's 2nd birthday party</title><content type='html'>Our baby suddenly (or so it seems to us) is not a baby anymore, but a walking, talking, funny, happy little boy! We had his second birthday party just a little over a week ago. He got a little overwhelmed and spent the last part of the evening playing cars with Mema in the back room, but here are some shots of his more social moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l8yWy-hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ujN3QhkVmqQ/s1600-h/PC020012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007692668154870290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l8yWy-hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ujN3QhkVmqQ/s200/PC020012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized by the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9CWy-iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZmcYWa1D2Gw/s1600-h/PC020018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007692672449837602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9CWy-iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZmcYWa1D2Gw/s200/PC020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frosting was his favorite part.  He took a couple of bites of the cupcake and then decided to concentrate on the good stuff.  At one point he just leaned over and started licking the frosting off the top of the cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9SWy-jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flSUDCKGi0Q/s1600-h/PC020026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007692676744804914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9SWy-jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flSUDCKGi0Q/s200/PC020026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo is a new obsession.  He likes to watch the "Elmo's World" part of Sesame Street in the morning.  This toy has buttons and snaps and zippers and all that good stuff for him to learn to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9iWy-kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yDXP85MEMOg/s1600-h/PC020027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007692681039772226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l9iWy-kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yDXP85MEMOg/s200/PC020027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other favorites of the evening was this huge dump truck.  He promptly dubbed it "Big Truck" and plays with it constantly.  We had to explain to him that Big Truck doesn't get to go to bed with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l-CWy-lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1EvVwYOgkQs/s1600-h/PC030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007692689629706834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l-CWy-lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1EvVwYOgkQs/s200/PC030002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this smile!  Our friend Jenny made some really yummy #2-shaped sugar cookies for Christopher's birthday.  They had frosting and different colors of sprinkles and M&amp;Ms on top.  Christopher especially liked the "candy."  He also enjoyed naming the colors.  He's getting pretty good at that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-41867824672496802?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/41867824672496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=41867824672496802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/41867824672496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/41867824672496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/12/christophers-2nd-birthday-party.html' title='Christopher&apos;s 2nd birthday party'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/RX7l8yWy-hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ujN3QhkVmqQ/s72-c/PC020012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116252178872929931</id><published>2006-11-02T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:43:08.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA310005a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/PA310005a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Pumpkin - and his daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA310003a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/PA310003a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher loved holding the candy bucket.  He would walk up to people and say "Candy, please!"  but he wanted them to hand it to him so he could put it in the bucket himself.  Then when he felt like he had enough, he started handing the candy back to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PB010001.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/PB010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be running!  The sheer descents are going here.  There is a bench right underneath them, so when it's really hot you'll be able to get in and sit with the water flowing over you.  We're looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116252178872929931?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116252178872929931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116252178872929931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116252178872929931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116252178872929931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-pumpkin-and-his-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116241774402978062</id><published>2006-11-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:49:04.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!  Sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA310006.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/PA310006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply do not understand the blogger thing and how it works.  I finally got one picture to upload, but now I can't get any others.  I'll keep trying, but in the meantime here is the filled pool.  The little posts to the right will be where the diving board is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116241774402978062?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116241774402978062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116241774402978062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116241774402978062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116241774402978062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-sort-of.html' title='FINALLY!!!!  Sort of.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116241487024595406</id><published>2006-11-01T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:01:10.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At long (?) last</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to post pictures for several days now and haven't been able to get the pictures up for some reason.  But the pool is finally done!  I will spare you the pictures of it plastered but not filled.  If you want those, submit your request and we will consider it.  I would love to show you the pictures of the pool filled and the sheer descents running, but I've tried three times just today and can't get the pictures to upload.  So I'll have to leave you in suspense.  I also want to post pictures of Christopher on Halloween.  No luck.  Stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116241487024595406?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116241487024595406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116241487024595406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116241487024595406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116241487024595406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-long-last.html' title='At long (?) last'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116158337191767730</id><published>2006-10-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:02:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there.....</title><content type='html'>Last week Christopher and Grandma Nell (and mama, the photographer) went to the Botanical Gardens and spent some time with the monarch butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA100005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/PA100005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made pool progress.  Decking is done. It's hard to see in the bright sunlight, but it's a very neutral, hard to describe color called "fawn." Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA130004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/PA130004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the fence. Another hard to describe neutral color but it had a name instead of a number. It's darker than the deck, but somewhere in between on the colors of the house. It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA160014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/PA160014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA100005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next will be the interior and then we fill 'er up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116158337191767730?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116158337191767730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116158337191767730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116158337191767730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116158337191767730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/10/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116044069015881630</id><published>2006-10-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:38:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tile is done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA090002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/PA090002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step:  decking coating on Wednesday.  Stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116044069015881630?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116044069015881630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116044069015881630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116044069015881630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116044069015881630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/10/tile-is-done.html' title='Tile is done!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-116027351560588559</id><published>2006-10-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:11:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven for the boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA030009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/PA030009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher got sheared this week by a really scary lady at Great Clips.  I told her I wanted it shorter, but she didn't hear the part about using the scissors on top.  She took the clippers right over his head.  Luckily Grandma Truitt is on vacation for three weeks and it'll have a chance to grow back a little before she gets home!  She likes it a little longer than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/PA070002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/PA070002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a big pile of dirt to keep the boys occupied for awhile in the evening. Matt ended up with an eyeful of dirt when Christopher pulled his arm back for a big throw, but after a lot of rinsing we think he'll keep his sight in that eye. ;) Christopher later discovered how to slide down the backslope on his belly, just like the slide at the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-116027351560588559?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/116027351560588559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=116027351560588559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116027351560588559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/116027351560588559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/10/heaven-for-boys.html' title='Heaven for the boys!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115939277763688750</id><published>2006-09-27T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:32:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decking is done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9270004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9270004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from where the diving board will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9270003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9270003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the opposite end, the play pool (shallow) side.  The next step is for us to pick the tile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115939277763688750?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115939277763688750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115939277763688750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115939277763688750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115939277763688750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/decking-is-done.html' title='Decking is done!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115921884484285553</id><published>2006-09-25T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:14:04.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are constantly amazed by construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9250016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9250016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9250015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9250015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had no idea that they were going to come out today to frame out the decking. It's a little disconcerting to wake up to the sound of voices and hammering in your backyard. But it brings us one step closer. With 100 degree temperatures forecast for all this week, we're wondering if we might get some use out of this pool this year after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115921884484285553?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115921884484285553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115921884484285553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115921884484285553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115921884484285553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-are-constantly-amazed-by.html' title='We are constantly amazed by construction'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115896306469268198</id><published>2006-09-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:11:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the other babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9220002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9220002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat who still thinks he's the only child.  He still loves sleeping in bowls &amp; sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9190005b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/200/P9190005b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son who loves the cat like a brother.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher got some sunglasses this week and he's modeling them here while standing in a box and asking Grandma for "more" singing. He likes having her sing "Pop Goes the Weasel" and he sits down in the box on the "Pop!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115896306469268198?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115896306469268198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115896306469268198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115896306469268198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115896306469268198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-of-other-babies.html' title='Pictures of the other babies'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115868653748396709</id><published>2006-09-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:54:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next phase completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9220008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9220008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9190008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9190008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me what can be done with rebar! The steel went in Monday and Tuesday. We thought we would have to wait for a couple of weeks for the shotcrete to be done, but they came today. Now it actually looks more like a pool! We have to spray it down a few times a day for five days to slow the curing process and help prevent large cracks from forming. Then the next phase goes in at the end of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115868653748396709?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115868653748396709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115868653748396709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115868653748396709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115868653748396709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/next-phase-completed.html' title='Next phase completed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115818378377486457</id><published>2006-09-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:43:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pool has been excavated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9130013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9130013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9130015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9130015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished dig! The left picture is from the diving end and the one on the right is the play pool end.  All of the white layer that you see along the sides of the dirt is the hard clay. It's like natural concrete. They had to use a nasty-looking pick attachment to break through it. But it's done, and the plumbers will be here tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115818378377486457?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115818378377486457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115818378377486457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115818378377486457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115818378377486457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/pool-has-been-excavated.html' title='The pool has been excavated!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115808076577195105</id><published>2006-09-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:06:05.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9040008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9040008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/1600/P9050001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6872/3543/320/P9050001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying again. The last picture didn't post.&lt;br /&gt;And I've added one showing how he likes to watch TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115808076577195105?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115808076577195105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115808076577195105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115808076577195105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115808076577195105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/trying-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32417322.post-115808052801147878</id><published>2006-09-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:02:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things they learn on their own....</title><content type='html'>We swear we didn't teach him this - well, I suppose I can only vouch for myself, but I've never known Matt to be a nose picker.  The problem is that if you laugh, which is hard not to do, it only encourages him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32417322-115808052801147878?l=truitttime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/feeds/115808052801147878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32417322&amp;postID=115808052801147878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115808052801147878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32417322/posts/default/115808052801147878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truitttime.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-they-learn-on-their-own.html' title='The things they learn on their own....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693078676865422880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA6PPh1TTqo/S0ZjNkRDWsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B3i6xWn87mc/S220/0743073-R1-025-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
