<?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-2870578006754662464</id><updated>2011-10-01T15:08:22.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty In Pink</title><subtitle type='html'>Pink is our favorite color</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-4651514513914126819</id><published>2011-10-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:54:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Alli and Madison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    We are glad you are having fun with Grandma and Grandpa, but we miss you.  It is boring with only two kids at home.  Mom never talks in a british accent, she doesn't sing to us in the swing, and she never fights with us over the bathtub toys.  Please come back.  We love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                      Taya and Carson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658642055007582626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYU4tAPMMac/ToeI99_QOaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NsPEaCNiMw8/s400/IMG_2836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17o43jd3mQU/ToeI9hQTRhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yrEl4DBmlDc/s1600/IMG_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658642047294457362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17o43jd3mQU/ToeI9hQTRhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yrEl4DBmlDc/s400/IMG_2834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDF5f7zy6A/ToeI9eBqKTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EnVqJH9djnU/s1600/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658642046427736370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDF5f7zy6A/ToeI9eBqKTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EnVqJH9djnU/s400/IMG_2825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2870578006754662464-4651514513914126819?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4651514513914126819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-alli-and-madison-we-are-glad-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/4651514513914126819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/4651514513914126819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-alli-and-madison-we-are-glad-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYU4tAPMMac/ToeI99_QOaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NsPEaCNiMw8/s72-c/IMG_2836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-8687075997588593351</id><published>2009-04-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:23:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm up to date. For those of you who are confused by this statement you have to go back a few posts to "the beginning of our blog." The girls are loving spring and being able to run outside. Alli has progressed so much on her swim team that she reminds me of Jolie when she swims. Jolie always had the most beautiful stroke. She is such a help with Taya and gets really excited when I ask her to feed the baby a bottle or get a pacifier. She recently memorized a really long scripture for primary and has been doing well with her reading. She is also learning to draw and is getting pretty good at that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321041980039875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgjfR83ylI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qfTujFxpavs/s400/Loni%27s+girls+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison has such a great imagination. Sometimes I stand outside the playroom door and listen to her play dollhouse. It's really cute. She loves to push all the furniture out of the way in the living room and dance for hours. Taya likes to sit in her bouncer and watch Madison. Natie bought Madison some shirts from JMU, and from a business trip to Madison, Wisconsin, so now Madison also likes to spot the letter "M" places and ask if it says her name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321041994647720322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgjgIXp0YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/13v5kLsgXJE/s400/Loni%27s+girls+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taya smiles all the time. She is so content. At her four month check up the doctor said we have to feed her more often. She said some babies are so good natured that they don't cry when they are hungry, but you have to feed them anyway. Taya is giggling and loves to suck on her hands. She will hold a toy, but doesn't really know what to do with it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321041996890419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgjgQuWsGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PlgyQAmW6xc/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished smocking Hailey's blessing dress (which is beautiful), and now I'm working on some dresses for the girls for the summer. My new sewing machine is fabulous, and my projects are turning out well, just a little slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321041987195185122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/Sdgjfsm1J-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/dsjKlt_zWZY/s400/Loni%27s+girls+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are looking forward to several Easter Egg Hunts next weekend. Till then... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321041977465592994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgjfIXHXKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PqDZ_XhmTyU/s400/Loni%27s+girls+080.jpg" border="0" /&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/2870578006754662464-8687075997588593351?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/8687075997588593351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/8687075997588593351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/8687075997588593351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-time.html' title='Real Time'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgjfR83ylI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qfTujFxpavs/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-6028384034136603802</id><published>2009-04-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:40:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of March was spent playing with friends. We seemed to have different kids at our house three or four days a week. It was tons of fun for my girls, and for most of the friends. One day we had a little boy over though, and he wanted to know why we didn't have any pirates. I guess he was not too pleased with the barbies and pet shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Natalie came for spring break and brought her kids. Alli became fast friends with her daughter Alex right away, and they played so nicely together the whole time. They were inseparable. We did take them to Longwood Gardens, but for the most part we just talked and let the kids play. It was a great three days. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321031019062773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgZhRISRzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/581TlLX00HI/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321031012114287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgZg3PozJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uj0qX7FKRJ8/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321031015862160994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgZhFNMzmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IlJjOfEnlWI/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321031023366206162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgZhhKTctI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TrMbz4uj_9U/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+042.jpg" border="0" /&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/2870578006754662464-6028384034136603802?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/6028384034136603802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/6028384034136603802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/6028384034136603802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgZhRISRzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/581TlLX00HI/s72-c/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-5796905386317884486</id><published>2009-04-04T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:33:26.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Croutons in a Teacup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In February of this year I started to put away the Christmas decorations (most of you understand this as you received your Christmas card from me in March). When I went to put the advent calendar in it's box I discovered that each of it's doors had been filled with treasures. There were blocks, handmade ornaments, kinex pieces, drawings on little papers, flannel board pieces, some jewelry... As I put each of these things away I almost began to cry. As much as I hate having a mess all the time, and complain that all I ever do with my time is clean, I will really miss not having little children. There is something so special about coming across three croutons in a fisher-price teacup, or the No More Tangles spray in a baby doll diaper bag, or a cup of daffodils on a little chair in the sun. It reminds me how precious little children are with their simple, creative, unpolluted minds. I love their curiosity and excitement for life. I love that they follow me around wanting to help me and play with me and learn to be like me. I love how they love to tell me everything even when most of it is made up. There is nothing like a child. I'm so lucky to have three. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321013959076306434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgKAPujXgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O2bv56C4xp8/s400/Loni%27s+girls+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-5796905386317884486?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5796905386317884486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-croutons-in-teacup.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5796905386317884486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5796905386317884486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-croutons-in-teacup.html' title='Three Croutons in a Teacup'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgKAPujXgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O2bv56C4xp8/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-913269020530362776</id><published>2009-04-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:10:58.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison the Narcissist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007278470644658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD7YiCw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aUmKjKqAPzY/s400/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would offer some insights into Madison's personality. Madison looks at herself in the mirror for extended periods of time on a daily basis. She is obsessed with her appearance. The other day we were running out the door and I told her to put the shoes on that were closest to the door. She looked at me as if I were crazy and said, "Do these shoes match to my outfit? I don't think so!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled her out of the tub the other day and dryed her hair with a towel. Before I had a chance to brush it she started to cry and sobbed, "I look awful." Oh, the drama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She likes to change her clothes often, and I only allow one outfit per day, so one day she told me she had wet her pants. I told her to go into the bathroom and I would be in in a minute to help her. When I got there she had already changed but her previous clothes were dry. I then realized that she told me she had wet herself just so she could change her clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What three year old cares this much? Is it because I think she is cute and I tell her that all the time? She just had parent observation day at her dance class, and she spent the whole time smiling right at people and tilting her head and making cute faces. One of the other mothers came up to me afterwards and said she had never seen a child so aware of her audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only there was a way to harness this self-esteem and give it back to her when she is twelve and has braces, is taller than all the boys, and is figuring out how to do her own hair... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is a very sweet girl and I love her dearly, this is just one of her crazy quirks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007283571449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD7riK30I/AAAAAAAAAHk/3y62R0mF6g4/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007287185283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD74_xmBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uqgz3Imr4II/s400/IMG_9804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007278301025442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD7X5mlKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EqcJtA2X3Y4/s400/Loni%27s+girls+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321007272190874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD7BI1FTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f0MzH_8Fank/s400/Loni%27s+girls+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-913269020530362776?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/913269020530362776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/madison-narcissist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/913269020530362776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/913269020530362776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/madison-narcissist.html' title='Madison the Narcissist'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdgD7YiCw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aUmKjKqAPzY/s72-c/Potter+Maynerich+Girls+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-2937552780930925384</id><published>2009-04-04T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:00:45.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Snow of Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to snow here when I was little. I remember having snow days and sledding. Yet in the three winters that we've lived here there has been almost nothing. On President's day this year we had our first real snow (enough to actually build a snowman). The girls were so excited that they spent two whole days outside in the snow. They took out the cookie cutters to play with. I thought it was an interesting choice, but I'm not three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320974622988555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmOlYZ1YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wp30oav76v0/s400/Loni%27s+girls+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320974624536349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmOrJbTJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oC98b9j4kyE/s400/Loni%27s+girls+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320974619591160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmOYuZs8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4fdlw0sULGI/s400/Loni%27s+girls+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320974609205447346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmNyCQSrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/emeW_B6-BOI/s400/Loni%27s+girls+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320974632321199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmPIJerFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZWxLQ51Ki68/s400/Loni%27s+girls+142.jpg" border="0" /&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/2870578006754662464-2937552780930925384?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2937552780930925384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-snow-of-winter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/2937552780930925384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/2937552780930925384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-snow-of-winter.html' title='The First Snow of Winter'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfmOlYZ1YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wp30oav76v0/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-5279812390576844357</id><published>2009-04-04T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:43:07.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Month</title><content type='html'>For Christmas the girls got a big book of fairy things to make and do from my mom. I spent January gathering materials and putting together a big box of supplies so that February could be fairy month. We made all kinds of cute crafts, and we spent hours ignoring the chores and spending time together. Here are some pictures of some caterpillars the girls made.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970234354330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfiPIcd6uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EaopCyZlAak/s400/Loni%27s+girls+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970240517268402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfiPfZ047I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4KNAAo9fZaY/s400/Loni%27s+girls+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-5279812390576844357?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5279812390576844357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairy-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5279812390576844357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5279812390576844357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairy-month.html' title='Fairy Month'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfiPIcd6uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EaopCyZlAak/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-2635184807703938086</id><published>2009-04-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:17:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; February 5th-7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove with Grandma to visit Natie and Kenzie for the weekend. We got to see their new house and visit the best children's museum I've ever seen. If I was Kenzie I would buy a membership and take my kids there everyday. You would never have to buy any toys and your house would stay clean. Alli and Madison had so much fun with Natie and Kenzie. Here are some pictures from the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961396414329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaMsjXsYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2N-h4DACDS8/s400/IMG_9873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961392033781570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaMcO910I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kO4MnGGlk6c/s400/IMG_9887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961387479660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaMLRLduI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DDFI_DOTcwA/s400/IMG_9898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961383980476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaL-O6KXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8r9AM1x0zU8/s400/IMG_9937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320963421630364242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfcClEf-lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cAK8BE8akF4/s400/IMG_9827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320963423709424850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfcCs0L7NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NOu7NUUVh7A/s400/IMG_9855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320963407657964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfcBxBOE6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/sWeWpXaVnMo/s400/IMG_9833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320963419750056674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfcCeEMwuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OfKb4lG5MLk/s400/IMG_9849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961400798246386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaM84k9fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RDJDLiSGdKE/s400/IMG_9861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-2635184807703938086?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2635184807703938086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/richmond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/2635184807703938086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/2635184807703938086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/richmond.html' title='Richmond'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfaMsjXsYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2N-h4DACDS8/s72-c/IMG_9873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-5322920807780409645</id><published>2009-04-04T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:32:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Quickly We Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been too long since I've had a baby. I forgot how much I love them. So here is my top ten list of things I love about babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT BABIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-When you pick them up their legs are still scrunched up by their tummy and their bum sticks out. How adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-They have literal rolls on their wrists and on their thighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-I can put headband bows on them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-They love you and smile when you walk by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-They are so small that you can do anything while holding them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-It's like having your own doll to dress up several times a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-They give these open mouth slobbery kisses anywhere on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-They think their own hands and feet are the best toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-They let you hold them and cuddle them for as long as you need, and that makes everything bad in your own life feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-No matter how immobile your baby is, if you are both on the same bed they will wiggle and scoot until they are pressed up against you. How do they know you are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I love you, Taya! I'm so glad you came to be my baby! You may never know how badly I wanted you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955663962319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfU_BgTqVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BTBYYh8c93Q/s400/Loni%27s+girls+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955682970627058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfVAIUPa_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LiBqKEFqi6c/s400/Loni%27s+girls+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955680085984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfU_9kfRCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wlR4XISefXo/s400/Loni%27s+girls+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956729167822786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfV9BtFv8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j8S-mOp-8Q8/s400/Loni%27s+girls+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955672561002594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfU_hiZKGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7QbUqskEiAw/s400/Loni%27s+girls+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956743292040770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfV92UkNkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gjWzdnaKTgo/s400/Loni%27s+girls+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956741968690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfV9xZDfBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o3552zDD_VQ/s400/Loni%27s+girls+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956749882451090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfV-O315JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oRuTjx-maII/s400/Loni%27s+girls+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956756323373058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfV-m3ekAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TUgMHSW43uE/s400/Loni%27s+girls+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955669891708482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfU_Xl-9kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eZjg8bUVzSs/s400/Loni%27s+girls+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-5322920807780409645?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5322920807780409645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-quickly-we-forget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5322920807780409645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5322920807780409645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-quickly-we-forget.html' title='How Quickly We Forget'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfU_BgTqVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BTBYYh8c93Q/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-61433862000883691</id><published>2009-04-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:03:47.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 31, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we have kids it seems that our birthdays are all about them. When I was in high school I babysat for a couple who said that they didn't have much of a night life after they had kids. I remember thinking, "what did you expect?" And so it is with birthdays. For Jesse's birthday I planned to go to "Kid Day" at Longwood Gardens. It was lots of fun because our kids were entertained. The zoo brought a couple of small animals over, there was a craft table, and there was a concert with a child oriented repertoire. After our time there Alli did her best impression of a "fall into the Gap ad."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320941564468598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIKUzDGFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZB82GiCtEgw/s400/Loni%27s+girls+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320941570167232882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIKqBtWXI/AAAAAAAAADU/lhvnYi0damg/s400/Loni%27s+girls+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320941574879799106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIK7lRZ0I/AAAAAAAAADk/NqJOuV3hT6s/s400/Loni%27s+girls+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320941578355017170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfILIh1BdI/AAAAAAAAADs/EH6eWPDPBtU/s400/Loni%27s+girls+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320941575482259906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIK906OcI/AAAAAAAAADc/Iwbxyik5utg/s400/Loni%27s+girls+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320942158775518626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIs6w3BaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P4XKFJIENFA/s400/Loni%27s+girls+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we put our kids in bed that night my parents came over for dinner and a movie.  Dinner was delicious, but the movie nearly made us throw it all up.  It was "Fireproof,"  one of the most low budget films I've ever seen.  The acting was worse than an elementary school play.  If any of you saw the mormon version of beauty and the beast, this rivaled that movie.  My mom was planning to buy it as a gift for Jesse, but was unable to find it at the store.  We are glad her $20 can be put to better use.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesse made the mistake of asking my dad where he was when he turned 28.  My dad's answer put him to shame.  Apparently my dad was one of those over-achievers.  Maybe when we turn 60 we'll be where my parents were when they were 30.  Here's hoping...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-61433862000883691?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/61433862000883691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesses-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/61433862000883691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/61433862000883691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesses-birthday.html' title='Jesse&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfIKUzDGFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZB82GiCtEgw/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-5307624294431070327</id><published>2009-04-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:31:18.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of our Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blogging thing would be so much easier if I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access at my house, or a computer... Nonetheless, even if it is sporadic, I've decided it is a great way to keep a family history. So I'm going to backtrack a little and do some posting covering January and February. I'm doing this now because I'm having a rare quiet moment at my mom's house (thus in the presence of a computer, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;), Alli and Madison have gone with my mom to the grocery store (ever seen a grandma who asks to take small children on errands with her?), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; is her usual self (perfectly agreeable). So here begins our family story 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 1st 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of my favorite pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt;. On New Year's Eve we decided that Alli and Madison didn't really care about what was going on, so we put them to bed as usual. Jesse and I got takeout and ate it in bed watching a movie with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; hanging out between us. We started taking her picture because we are a little obsessed with our children, and this is what we got.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865709621382706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdeDK_eKDjI/AAAAAAAAACs/DXR1y7hBeWI/s400/Loni%27s+girls+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is such an angel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;January 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today we spent the day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Moonbounce&lt;/span&gt;, so Alli and Madison could release their limitless energy. I just sat and held &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; while they climbed and slid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;maneuvered&lt;/span&gt; the play structures. It was a good day followed by a crazy night. In the middle of the night I woke up to a horrible smell. I went out into the kitchen and found that our boiler had erupted and there was black ash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. We figured the poison was not good for our kids, so we quickly packed them up and took them to my parent's house to sleep. Our landlord came and had the boiler fixed, but still our whole house was covered in ash. Every toy, article of clothing, dish, piece of furniture, etc... had to be scrubbed. It even got inside our fridge, and inside our cabinets. Can anybody say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HVAC&lt;/span&gt;? After spending at least 50 hours cleaning and scrubbing I called the landlord and told him this was ridiculous. He knocked $200 off the rent. Can anybody say cheapskate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The worst part about this was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; had not been focusing on objects or following anything with her eyes. We were unsure whether or not she could see. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; and Jesse tested for carbon monoxide poisoning, and found that they both had been affected by the boiler which had been leaking for some time before the explosion. I was just sick to think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Taya's&lt;/span&gt; home had been the cause of her problems. If she was born with a problem, then fine, but I did not want it to be a product of her environment. We took her to a pediatric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;opthamologist&lt;/span&gt; who said that theoretically carbon monoxide poisoning would affect vision first, however, her optic nerves looked good, and he thought she was just developmentally delayed. That afternoon she focused on us for the first time. Our pediatrician was also considering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of autism, even though it would be way to early to diagnose. So we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Taya&lt;/span&gt; to a neurologist who checked her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; and said she was fine. Now (3 months later) she is absolutely perfect, and was apparently just not interested in following the general trend in baby development. The boiler problem was a mess that took most of January to clean up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320935184102391938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfCW8FNAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/iopQgnvKI_I/s400/Loni%27s+girls+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320935752949042178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdfC4DM0DAI/AAAAAAAAADE/sCXGHdTt584/s400/Loni%27s+girls+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-5307624294431070327?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5307624294431070327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/beginning-of-our-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5307624294431070327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5307624294431070327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/beginning-of-our-blog.html' title='The Beginning of our Blog'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SdeDK_eKDjI/AAAAAAAAACs/DXR1y7hBeWI/s72-c/Loni%27s+girls+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-5446026147628652869</id><published>2009-03-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:21:12.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers are strange kinds of humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Alli's birthday dinner last Monday, the rest of the week was spent preparing for her party with her friends last Friday. My friend has an embroidery machine, and I thought it would be a great idea to embroider purses for all the little girls attending. So I spent five hours on Wednesday cutting out the fabric and embroidering names on it. Side note: Taya was not removed from her car seat this whole time, and never even cried. She is seriously the world's best baby, and contrary to the way she looks, the girl never eats. Then I spent another three hours on Thursday trying to get my sewing machine to work to sew them together, and another three hours on Friday watching my mom sew them together on her machine. Through this all I thought to myself: mothers are insane! Why would anyone spend this much time making silk dress up purses for five year olds? And yet I was happy to do it, and I'm sure I will continue to do crazy things for my girls because I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309089664742942882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/Sa2s69uzaKI/AAAAAAAAACE/aUk6r72OC68/s400/IMG_9774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309089656215494050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/Sa2s6d9s3aI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RirZpPpeEhk/s400/IMG_9777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309089655585134162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/Sa2s6bnaVlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qrj1DetrNNQ/s400/IMG_9780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was a blast. Everyone came dressed up (of course). We decorated jewlery boxes that I had painted previously. We had parfaits. We danced to the Tinkerbell soundtrack. We tried to play musical chairs, but there were too many tears, so we refrained from removing the chairs, and the girls each just sat down when the music stopped. It worked much better when nobody was "out". And of course the girls loved the silk purses with their names on them. I haven't put the pictures on the computer yet, so they'll come later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend embroidered Alli a little apron that said, "Happily Ever Alli". It is so perfect for her. After the party she asked if we could make a countdown chart for next year's birthday. I said NO. It's time to wind down from the birthday scene.&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/2870578006754662464-5446026147628652869?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5446026147628652869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-are-strange-kinds-of-humans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5446026147628652869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/5446026147628652869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-are-strange-kinds-of-humans.html' title='Mothers are strange kinds of humans'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/Sa2s69uzaKI/AAAAAAAAACE/aUk6r72OC68/s72-c/IMG_9774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870578006754662464.post-6552533495460541630</id><published>2009-02-28T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:42:58.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Alli Turns Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday, February 23rd was Alli's fifth birthday. I have never seen anyone so excited about a birthday before. On February 1st we had to make a countdown calendar on which she could mark the days off one by one until the 23rd. She made plans for her birthday at the beginning of the month, and then she would go over them with me everyday. On Sunday her primary teacher asked her what she was going to do for her birthday, and she launched into a five minute long exciting list of everything she was going to do. So here are the photos of Monday's celebration.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a children's book titled "Fancy Nancy" which is a favorite at our house. You should read it, and then Alli's fancy party will make more sense. Anyway, we all dressed up and went to dinner at Friendly's. We wore boas and hats and held our pinkies up and called each other "darling". Alli said when we walked in everyone thought we were movie stars. I only wish Aunt Kristi had been here to do the girl's hair. Alli loved every minute of it. She is a very fancy girl at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010862796117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXwbTglrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iZXOFGTcp4g/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday I was four. Today I am five. Next year I'll be twenty." -Alli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010868629603346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXwxCUhBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Sn8dRi5BfQU/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma really is fancy Nancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010867507048034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXws2rrmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LrrIHmhX_mU/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even baby Taya got dressed up for the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010866476017410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXwpA3ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Na95a7998fo/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I have the fanciest little family ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010862351621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXwZpiHxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VBlo2gHakyM/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our fancy dinner party we came back to Grandma's house for presents and chocolate cake. It took Alli about fifty blows to get her five candles out. We were really glad we did not purchase trick candles. Our baby is five. Wasn't she just born yesterday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870578006754662464-6552533495460541630?l=loniandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/6552533495460541630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/02/fancy-alli-turns-five.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/6552533495460541630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870578006754662464/posts/default/6552533495460541630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loniandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/02/fancy-alli-turns-five.html' title='Fancy Alli Turns Five'/><author><name>Loni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709324600631899336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OCfc1f4ecE/SanXwbTglrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iZXOFGTcp4g/s72-c/IMG_0307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
