<?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-1047408022807571668</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:42:00.647-08:00</updated><category term='family vacations'/><category term='laurie'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Avery'/><category term='papa'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='Zachary and Ellie'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='family vacation'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Zachary'/><category term='family outing'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>anderson tattletales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8725635730711057394</id><published>2011-09-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:39:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and family</title><content type='html'>We are going to make our blog private.  I know there are a few friends and family that still read our blog.  I will send out an email with the blogger "invite." If you don't think I have your email please leave me a comment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8725635730711057394?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8725635730711057394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8725635730711057394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8725635730711057394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8725635730711057394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/09/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and family'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3673180052709858404</id><published>2011-08-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:49:38.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy first day of school, &amp;nbsp;kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zachary and Ellie are in 7th grade this year.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; grade in &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; school.&amp;nbsp; Does it ever get any quirkier than your 7th grade year?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Middle schoolers seem to be on a planet all their own.&amp;nbsp; But, I must admit Ellie seems to be handling her "odd ball" phase pretty darn well.&amp;nbsp; I cringe when I&amp;nbsp;think back to my middle school "look".&amp;nbsp; I know I didn't look as good as Ellie.&amp;nbsp; &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/-C3aKBmVXXV0/TlXHvldTRnI/AAAAAAAADnM/nfqx9tempwg//first.day.school.2011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="562" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3aKBmVXXV0/TlXHvldTRnI/AAAAAAAADnM/nfqx9tempwg//first.day.school.2011+019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zachary has always loved style but this year he has kicked it up a notch.&amp;nbsp; He is Mr. Cool.&amp;nbsp; He has mastered the Justin head/hair shake.&amp;nbsp; And, he can whip it.&amp;nbsp; Mostly when a cute girl is around.&amp;nbsp; Remember....middle schooler.&amp;nbsp; I secretly laugh my head off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHosB8JsTko/TlXIAKN3DFI/AAAAAAAADnY/D1GvMLPxQew//first.day.school.2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHosB8JsTko/TlXIAKN3DFI/AAAAAAAADnY/D1GvMLPxQew//first.day.school.2011+021.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is in 2nd grade this year and&amp;nbsp;going to a new elementary school.&amp;nbsp; For those&amp;nbsp;of you keeping score, this is Avery's 4th&amp;nbsp; elementary school in just 2 years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am banking on the fact that these changes are building up her character.&amp;nbsp; She was most excited about 3 things:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lockers!!!, her teacher, &amp;nbsp;and riding her bike to school.&amp;nbsp; A first for her.&amp;nbsp; She feels pretty old now...and now so do I.&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/-IHgVuCkeDDA/TlXH1csQBSI/AAAAAAAADnU/sNnwxA8bSUA//first.day.school.2011+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="578" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHgVuCkeDDA/TlXH1csQBSI/AAAAAAAADnU/sNnwxA8bSUA//first.day.school.2011+032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks pretty cute, inspite of the quick "first day outfit" change at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and just for the record &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; have only moved her twice.&amp;nbsp; A boundary change enrolled her to a new building for 1/2 of her first grade year.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3673180052709858404?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3673180052709858404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3673180052709858404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3673180052709858404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3673180052709858404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3591847474974678991</id><published>2011-08-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:14:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All their bags are packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Backpacks, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upOoWwl_PmQ/TlRr6IqKujI/AAAAAAAADnI/U9kDUFw7WOU/mid.aug.2011+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upOoWwl_PmQ/TlRr6IqKujI/AAAAAAAADnI/U9kDUFw7WOU//mid.aug.2011+075.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;There is excitement in the air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids went to bed early tonight.&amp;nbsp; Outfits&amp;nbsp;laid out and hair do's planned.&amp;nbsp; Prayers and blessings given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;6:30 am will surely come bright and early.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3591847474974678991?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3591847474974678991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3591847474974678991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3591847474974678991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3591847474974678991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-their-bags-are-packed.html' title='All their bags are packed'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6922167586403510159</id><published>2011-08-22T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:33:01.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Summer camps</title><content type='html'>Since I'm in denial about school starting this week, let's recap the classes and camps that the children were involved this summer.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, I was really impresssed with each and every activity that we were apart of this&amp;nbsp;summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sioux Falls has some really great camps to offer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery took advantage of the camps&amp;nbsp;more than anyone else this year.&amp;nbsp; She was a busy bee, but not crazy busy, you know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loved the balance of our summer&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;play, relaxation, camps/classes, vacations, and family time.&amp;nbsp; It's been a good one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just for my reference next year when I will surely forget the contacts, here is the specific info on each camp.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harrisburg art council puts on quite a show with their camps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Avery was involved in art, drama and music camp.&amp;nbsp; They are affordable and run by&amp;nbsp;school teachers.&amp;nbsp; The kids have a blast with all the creative projects, &amp;nbsp;games and activites they provide the kids.&amp;nbsp;Plus, Avery really learned some new skills.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Harrisburg art council offers the sign ups through the elementary at the end of the year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The classes fill up very quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama camp.&amp;nbsp; This camp was the biggest stetch for&amp;nbsp;Avery.&amp;nbsp; But she learned a lot.&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/-yhrgqhDGIro/TlHDd2oU_YI/AAAAAAAADmo/aQOFGsw8P2w//dramacamp+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhrgqhDGIro/TlHDd2oU_YI/AAAAAAAADmo/aQOFGsw8P2w//dramacamp+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next up.&amp;nbsp; Music camp.&amp;nbsp; I especially loved this camp because Avery had the chance to learn about so many different instruments that she probably would not of otherwise had the&amp;nbsp;chance to explore.&amp;nbsp; Each day was a different theme, song and instrument.&amp;nbsp; She loved the teacher and the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSN3KubSXyk/TlHEziKCGLI/AAAAAAAADms/4pFgzLDb-0U//july.2011+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="602" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSN3KubSXyk/TlHEziKCGLI/AAAAAAAADms/4pFgzLDb-0U//july.2011+027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For 3 days a week Zach went to summer school.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time he has enjoyed his summer school experience.&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Smith makes all the diference in the world....and we are so thankful to her.&amp;nbsp; Not only did Zach enjoy school once he was there, he asked about it when he wasn't in class.&amp;nbsp; He looked forward to his class time.&amp;nbsp; Mrs Smith is truely a special teacher and we thank our lucky stars for her and Zach's recent change of heart towards school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith kept Zach after school to&amp;nbsp;work individually&amp;nbsp;on his computer skills.&amp;nbsp; He learned to make a power point presentation.&amp;nbsp; He was very proud of this accomplishment...just ask him about it, he will gladly share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOxxpHd6mQ/TlHHlL6F79I/AAAAAAAADmw/WEjwlbEfRWc//z.summerschool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOxxpHd6mQ/TlHHlL6F79I/AAAAAAAADmw/WEjwlbEfRWc//z.summerschool.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Art camp was, well, just perfect in the eyes of one 7 year old. And, just for the record I was a little bit jealous of her time cutting, pasting, and painting. Oh, crafts so many crafts. Simply put, she loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKMtcvFvdYk/TlMnqdZgnAI/AAAAAAAADnA/T5oB2PruVZI//end.of.july.2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="510" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKMtcvFvdYk/TlMnqdZgnAI/AAAAAAAADnA/T5oB2PruVZI//end.of.july.2011+005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie went out on a limb this year and attended 2 basketball camps. I was so proud of her as in the past she felt to discouraged to attend a basketball camp. Or persue a team sport. I can't overlook how the net on our driveway and the hours of time she put into her jump shot helped her gain some confidence. Never the less it was hard for her to do and she did it willingly. Go Elle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first camp was through the school district.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;enjoyed her time there&amp;nbsp;and really learned some new moves and drills.&amp;nbsp; The camp was 2 hours a day for 4 days.&amp;nbsp; It was held at the high school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvjXQi7T23g/TlHIOzaNT1I/AAAAAAAADm0/A4zdzW8hlT0//jun.jul2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="526" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvjXQi7T23g/TlHIOzaNT1I/AAAAAAAADm0/A4zdzW8hlT0//jun.jul2011+006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; With her new found confidence&amp;nbsp;she enrolled in TIBBS camp.&amp;nbsp; This camp is known for being hard core!&amp;nbsp; Only serious players should apply.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hard practices, drills and skills are taught there.&amp;nbsp; They will refine your form and push your endurance.&amp;nbsp; The reputation is TIBBS is&amp;nbsp;TOUGH.&amp;nbsp; You come home exhasusted each day from camp. And, yes what they say is true.&amp;nbsp; She was exhausted, it was hard and unfortunatley it also shook her confidence.&amp;nbsp; She didn't like this camp.&amp;nbsp; So I am not sure about next year.&amp;nbsp; It seems if she's still interested&amp;nbsp;in basketball at the time ..then this camp is a must.&amp;nbsp; It's really that beneficial.&amp;nbsp; However, if she doesn't feel the passion she will probably skip it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We shall see what a year brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAVyOXT-9M/TlMjWaSWzYI/AAAAAAAADm8/TGq1UDbOFNU//April.to.June.2011+448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="522" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAVyOXT-9M/TlMjWaSWzYI/AAAAAAAADm8/TGq1UDbOFNU//April.to.June.2011+448.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Elle practicing at all hours of the night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(no picture of TiBBS camp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Both girls took swimming lessons.&amp;nbsp; And because of an error on my part they ended up being in the same class.&amp;nbsp; Which was the best mistake I've ever made.&amp;nbsp; They loved being together in class.&amp;nbsp; These lessons were hands down the best swimming lessons I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; Awesome.&amp;nbsp; The classes&amp;nbsp;were red cross certified so the instructors were tough on technique.&amp;nbsp; But, they played fun games while swimming relays and&amp;nbsp;practicing&amp;nbsp;strokes.&amp;nbsp; Both girls loved their lessons and hardly noticed the&amp;nbsp;45 min go by.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ellie passed level 3, while Avery will retake level 3&amp;nbsp;next year.&amp;nbsp; No worries Avery...she was the youngest child in the class and held her own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She just needs to work on her dive and she will move on in no time.&amp;nbsp; Good job girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqlcHd_m53E/TlMqB4VpGlI/AAAAAAAADnE/JhwVFng4xmw//end.of.july.2011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="530" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqlcHd_m53E/TlMqB4VpGlI/AAAAAAAADnE/JhwVFng4xmw//end.of.july.2011+019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿(do you wish Ellie was standing up straight in this picture.&amp;nbsp; Or is that just a mom thing?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6922167586403510159?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6922167586403510159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6922167586403510159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6922167586403510159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6922167586403510159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/since-im-in-denial-about-school.html' title='Summer camps'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8144703634205390669</id><published>2011-08-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:27:07.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Girls at play</title><content type='html'>Riding double, taking turns, speeding up, slowing down, laughing all the way.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3u4GjcWv4c/TiEVBNyy_7I/AAAAAAAADkY/8MMV7zX8IjI//jun.jul2011+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="526" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3u4GjcWv4c/TiEVBNyy_7I/AAAAAAAADkY/8MMV7zX8IjI//jun.jul2011+087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick.... check phone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Possibility of &lt;em&gt;very important&lt;/em&gt; message needing urgent feedback.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Back to play.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I truly love 12 year girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpsKHU41RGA/TiEVWwcQyjI/AAAAAAAADkc/BJ1ltB6G9Xk//jun.jul2011+091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpsKHU41RGA/TiEVWwcQyjI/AAAAAAAADkc/BJ1ltB6G9Xk//jun.jul2011+091.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8144703634205390669?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8144703634205390669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8144703634205390669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8144703634205390669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8144703634205390669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-at-play.html' title='Girls at play'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-293628950126923685</id><published>2011-08-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:50:36.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy, Okoboji</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lake Okoboji was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; We loved every minute of our trip to this quaint little lake town.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, what a spectacluar way to spend the 4th of July weekend.&amp;nbsp; We have heard of Okoboji for many years&amp;nbsp; we just never ventured over until now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Boy, am I glad we did.&amp;nbsp; It seemed the perfect spot to spend&amp;nbsp;the holiday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We set out to just...&amp;nbsp;play.&amp;nbsp; We were craving some time outside in sunshine.&amp;nbsp; In nature with&amp;nbsp;trees, land, water.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We rented a jetski and Jeff took turns with the kids all day.&amp;nbsp; And, they rode hard.&amp;nbsp; Catching air, crashing&amp;nbsp;waves, wiping out, and&amp;nbsp;speeding away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knew that my kids were thrill seekers....but, I had no idea how crazy they would be on the water.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I mean, do they have any of my "more cautious and protective" genes.&amp;nbsp; When I saw the huge blisters forming on Jeff's palms, I cringed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jeff was&amp;nbsp;riding double and hanging on for "dear life" to his children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As they bounced high off the seat with each crashing wave.&amp;nbsp; He held tight with all his might.&amp;nbsp; I would of been a nervous wreck...good thing I was back at the beach, clueless to the terrors on the lake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The lake was very pretty!&amp;nbsp; It was big, blue and clean water.&amp;nbsp; And, it was just the perfect recreation weekend we were looking for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;welcome to the boardwalk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANyCwMtZqcQ/TkBZYxZOigI/AAAAAAAADlw/_kOfqZCC1N0//jun.jul2011+198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANyCwMtZqcQ/TkBZYxZOigI/AAAAAAAADlw/_kOfqZCC1N0//jun.jul2011+198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We loved eating out, trying new restaurants and sitting on the decks overlooking the water.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R34xKXZYBIA/TkBdKAo04UI/AAAAAAAADl8/pxC5tvrdGEQ//jun.jul2011+287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R34xKXZYBIA/TkBdKAo04UI/AAAAAAAADl8/pxC5tvrdGEQ//jun.jul2011+287.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but of course, the highlight was riding the wave runners.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRNdLsqgYCE/TkBahnm665I/AAAAAAAADl4/6-BSUtAzczo//jun.jul2011+266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRNdLsqgYCE/TkBahnm665I/AAAAAAAADl4/6-BSUtAzczo//jun.jul2011+266.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my little dare devils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVxnQAAhYjA/TkBZjV3-6KI/AAAAAAAADl0/nMsyVl6MfMY//jun.jul2011+257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVxnQAAhYjA/TkBZjV3-6KI/AAAAAAAADl0/nMsyVl6MfMY//jun.jul2011+257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; just plain 'ol swimming in the lake was fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqqIxSVapDs/TkIKcWBbB7I/AAAAAAAADmI/b4caetXoh1k//e.a.lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqqIxSVapDs/TkIKcWBbB7I/AAAAAAAADmI/b4caetXoh1k//e.a.lake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids caught wind of the local and very "touristy" mini golf course.&amp;nbsp; We played.&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&amp;nbsp; Zachary and Avery scored a hole in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G152kGagzDE/TkIMBSyvMzI/AAAAAAAADmM/mLNM1zHItik//jun.jul2011+306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G152kGagzDE/TkIMBSyvMzI/AAAAAAAADmM/mLNM1zHItik//jun.jul2011+306.JPG" width="640" /&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/-nLDNMS2Tr1I/TkIM8vrq24I/AAAAAAAADmQ/uCz94sZv8R0//jun.jul2011+303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLDNMS2Tr1I/TkIM8vrq24I/AAAAAAAADmQ/uCz94sZv8R0//jun.jul2011+303.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿I loved the town of Okoboji.&amp;nbsp; It had the perfect combination of a small town feel and an eccletic assortment&amp;nbsp; fun shops and restaurants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DTK6LTmg0I/TkIFuHMqBgI/AAAAAAAADmE/Shh6-8GJyNk/s1600/okobgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DTK6LTmg0I/TkIFuHMqBgI/AAAAAAAADmE/Shh6-8GJyNk//okobgi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-293628950126923685?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/293628950126923685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=293628950126923685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/293628950126923685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/293628950126923685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-boy-okabojoi.html' title='Oh boy, Okoboji'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3578980570364517631</id><published>2011-08-01T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:42:34.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New Address</title><content type='html'>We are finally feeling settled after&amp;nbsp;months of being in&amp;nbsp;a short term rental twin home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And moving during the whilwind of summer vacation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With busy&amp;nbsp;children and crazy days.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are here in our&amp;nbsp;humble abode in the Heather Ridge neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Since we don't know what the future has in store&amp;nbsp;for us&amp;nbsp;in Sioux Falls, &amp;nbsp;this house is only temporary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But for now, &amp;nbsp;we are here and this is HOME.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids&amp;nbsp;are making fast friends that we&amp;nbsp;can't &amp;nbsp;imagine life without.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We now have&amp;nbsp;flowers planted and&amp;nbsp;pictures hung.&amp;nbsp; We may only be in&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; home 1 year but we are making the year count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 709 Sterling Oak Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZXGgS5wgI4/TioiVcri-rI/AAAAAAAADlY/7AEE42jmPIA//newhome.2011+053+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZXGgS5wgI4/TioiVcri-rI/AAAAAAAADlY/7AEE42jmPIA//newhome.2011+053+copy.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the view from our&amp;nbsp; front door on Sterling Oak Circle.&amp;nbsp; This is why we love this house, &lt;em&gt;this neighborhood.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do have to remind myself when the house is chaotic&amp;nbsp;with 7 neighborhood children running&amp;nbsp;in different directions and&amp;nbsp;I've felt like I have fed an army...we&amp;nbsp;would rather have the kids playing at our home than scattered about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncqy-Aog-IM/TiolbfiBYCI/AAAAAAAADlc/9gEy_iKSsTg//jun.jul2011+186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncqy-Aog-IM/TiolbfiBYCI/AAAAAAAADlc/9gEy_iKSsTg/jun.jul2011+186.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3578980570364517631?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3578980570364517631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3578980570364517631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3578980570364517631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3578980570364517631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-address.html' title='New Address'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncqy-Aog-IM/TiolbfiBYCI/AAAAAAAADlc/9gEy_iKSsTg/s72-c/jun.jul2011+186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6440049445705809386</id><published>2011-07-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:17:54.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A bang up celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year was a different kind of 4th of July celebration for us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The norm has been&amp;nbsp;food, fun, friends, and frolic for the 4th.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; Not this year.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;"Anderson, &amp;nbsp;party of 5".&amp;nbsp; It's a good thing I am so darn happy with this group.&amp;nbsp;We have a blast together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In true Anderson fashion we stretched out the holiday.&amp;nbsp; We celebrated on Sunday with the big fireworks overhead at Lake Okobogi.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And then did it again at home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sunday night at the Lake a few hours before the fireworks started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1aXyJTHvHI/Tidvq6kssPI/AAAAAAAADkw/Y8I3-qI0hYU/s1600/jun.jul2011+320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1aXyJTHvHI/Tidvq6kssPI/AAAAAAAADkw/Y8I3-qI0hYU/s640/jun.jul2011+320.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching the fireworks overhead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These girls...I love to see how happy they make each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNckMusx3A/TidwqmbyyMI/AAAAAAAADk4/xDTJGPCmg10//jun.jul2011+326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNckMusx3A/TidwqmbyyMI/AAAAAAAADk4/xDTJGPCmg10//jun.jul2011+326.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fIg2G4lXf0A/TidwS08_cZI/AAAAAAAADk0/ub1QEZhUEZw//jun.jul2011+339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fIg2G4lXf0A/TidwS08_cZI/AAAAAAAADk0/ub1QEZhUEZw//jun.jul2011+339.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did he grow up overnight, or is it my imagination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-in8_Wsp3LF8/TidwtjNJYDI/AAAAAAAADk8/ltOxAcLTcgk//jun.jul2011+328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-in8_Wsp3LF8/TidwtjNJYDI/AAAAAAAADk8/ltOxAcLTcgk//jun.jul2011+328.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1tG8g6hezA/Tid89caNlPI/AAAAAAAADlA/JijxvnuUwu8//jun.jul2011+336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1tG8g6hezA/Tid89caNlPI/AAAAAAAADlA/JijxvnuUwu8//jun.jul2011+336.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The celebration on Sterling Oak begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKJthgmq0PE/Tii_6ybj19I/AAAAAAAADlE/eNERtO7pJ8Q//jun.jul2011+358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKJthgmq0PE/Tii_6ybj19I/AAAAAAAADlE/eNERtO7pJ8Q//jun.jul2011+358.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a few thoughts on this photo,&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Is that my 7 year daughter lighting fireworks?&amp;nbsp; Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Is that same child wearing her pajamas outside on a holiday?&amp;nbsp; Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Do you see the large red metal rod sticking out of the fire hydrant?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp;placed there to signal&amp;nbsp;the location of&amp;nbsp;a hydrant&amp;nbsp;when covered by snow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These metal rods line&amp;nbsp;our city streets.&amp;nbsp;Don't be jealous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your city doesn't get enough snow to warrant such a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favorite "street" kind of fire cracker.&amp;nbsp; I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bt4-TfY8WU/TijivVIXt_I/AAAAAAAADlQ/NZJ03H3gN5I//jun.jul2011+360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bt4-TfY8WU/TijivVIXt_I/AAAAAAAADlQ/NZJ03H3gN5I//jun.jul2011+360.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, sparklers...I love 'em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvDGLnOjWMA/TijiwoMKDkI/AAAAAAAADlU/SJChFpVCM24//sparkle+copy.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6440049445705809386?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6440049445705809386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6440049445705809386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6440049445705809386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6440049445705809386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/bang-up-celebration.html' title='A bang up celebration'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-j1aXyJTHvHI/Tidvq6kssPI/AAAAAAAADkw/Y8I3-qI0hYU/s72-c/jun.jul2011+320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4033495193860534097</id><published>2011-07-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:34:28.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Back to Omaha</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, Jeff had business in Omaha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He asked us if we wanted to join him on the road...of course!&amp;nbsp; Most of our friends were out of town or&amp;nbsp;volunteering as YW camp leaders so we were on our own.&amp;nbsp; Jeff had a conference the first&amp;nbsp;morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids and I&amp;nbsp;swam, &amp;nbsp;this seems to be our rountine.&amp;nbsp; He also had a late afternoon reception he wanted to&amp;nbsp;attend.&amp;nbsp;It &amp;nbsp;would be quick and was downtown at the new stadium.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, we made&amp;nbsp;big plans to go to a College World Series game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The new stadium is sa-weet.&amp;nbsp; So sweet infact, that all of Omaha and&amp;nbsp; much of the rest of the country&amp;nbsp;was in town to see&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; While Jeff was at his reception I tried to score some tickets.&amp;nbsp; Arhg...Sold out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not a chance.&amp;nbsp; Not even a scalper on the corner.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping Jeff was connected to some tickets while at his meeting,&amp;nbsp;and he was hoping &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;had found some.&amp;nbsp; No luck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, we were&amp;nbsp;already down town on site&amp;nbsp;so we stayed to play.&amp;nbsp; Several city blocks around the stadium were converted into a games alley and food booths.&amp;nbsp; It was clearly designed to capture all the tourists dollars.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whew, we hardly recognized our old city.&amp;nbsp; We walked around, ate&amp;nbsp;stadium style food and surely left with that all american baseball experience.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Next year...we hope to actually get in&amp;nbsp;and SEE the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wi852ekAvk/TiEEuL1sPoI/AAAAAAAADkQ/P4VgWUCeKmU//jun.jul2011+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wi852ekAvk/TiEEuL1sPoI/AAAAAAAADkQ/P4VgWUCeKmU//jun.jul2011+122.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4033495193860534097?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4033495193860534097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4033495193860534097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4033495193860534097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4033495193860534097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-omaha.html' title='Back to Omaha'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1082613249816339092</id><published>2011-07-16T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:48:48.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Brilliant idea</title><content type='html'>We've been doing a lot of traveling&amp;nbsp;by car&amp;nbsp;lately.&amp;nbsp; South Dakota is still new to us and so are the little towns and destination spots around this part of the country.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we get the chance we love to take&amp;nbsp;weekend trips&amp;nbsp;and explore. &amp;nbsp;Or just leave Sioux Falls for a bigger city.&amp;nbsp; The kids are really good in the car.&amp;nbsp; Infact when the twins were&amp;nbsp;toddlers, &amp;nbsp;I remember the car was one of the&amp;nbsp;"easiest" ( I use that term loosly as they&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;rarely described as easy) places for&amp;nbsp;us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But we do still&amp;nbsp;load up a&amp;nbsp;big fat entertaining "car bag" for our trips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's typically filled with&amp;nbsp; paper, crayons,&amp;nbsp;school workbooks (Avery's thing)&amp;nbsp;ipad, ipod, books and magazines.&amp;nbsp; And now... pipe cleaners.&amp;nbsp; One quick stop at Target and we have hours of entertainment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipe cleaners&amp;nbsp;let their creative minds run loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery made scuba gear complete with a mask and snorkle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't think to take a picture of the finished product.&amp;nbsp; I should have.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naX3U-d95u0/TiDwfz1A5zI/AAAAAAAADkM/FmXXgtzB7Kw/s1600/jun.jul2011+117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naX3U-d95u0/TiDwfz1A5zI/AAAAAAAADkM/FmXXgtzB7Kw//jun.jul2011+117.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh dear, looks like Avie could use a mani....Gigi,&amp;nbsp;my girls need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zachary made a weird long pointy thing. He named it the "booger picker 3000" Of course he did.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgG01jXlOR0/TiDwZb-XTlI/AAAAAAAADkI/8HGEV2DD5cA//jun.jul2011+119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgG01jXlOR0/TiDwZb-XTlI/AAAAAAAADkI/8HGEV2DD5cA//jun.jul2011+119.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Ellie wasn't with us on this trip, she was at girls camp.&amp;nbsp; We sure missed her though.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to mention: we have bought the more expensive, trendy "toy" version of pipe cleaners called "bendaroos". Don't waste the money. Good ol fashion pipe cleaners will do wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1082613249816339092?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1082613249816339092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1082613249816339092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1082613249816339092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1082613249816339092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/brilliant-idea.html' title='Brilliant idea'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4543325545154261289</id><published>2011-07-10T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:19:51.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>"Andrew's Loose tooth"</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The first week home from&amp;nbsp;vacation&amp;nbsp;Avery was enrolled in a drama camp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The camp met for 1 hour&amp;nbsp;each day and ended up with a Friday evening performance of "Andrews Loose Tooth".&amp;nbsp; During the camp the students practiced their parts using loud voices and expression. They also learned&amp;nbsp; stage placement and the use of props.&amp;nbsp; Avery was assigned&amp;nbsp;her part of the "dentist" before the camp began.&amp;nbsp; They wanted the kids to come prepared with their parts memorized&amp;nbsp;BEFORE camp actually started.&amp;nbsp; Avery was excited to be the dentist UNTIL she got to&amp;nbsp;camp and quickly learned that they wanted her to act like a CRAZY&amp;nbsp;dentist.&amp;nbsp; Avery was not happy about being crazy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;She does cute and happy really well&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Crazy was another story!&amp;nbsp; I thought it was a great opportunity for Avery to stretch herself to do something out of her comfort zone!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As much as she didn't like it...she endured to the end.&amp;nbsp; She acted crazy and silly.&amp;nbsp; She did&amp;nbsp;it and she&amp;nbsp;did great!&amp;nbsp; We were really proud of her hard work.&amp;nbsp; Truly, it was a hard play for her to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful for Avery's "I can do " attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nervous Avery right after finding out she needed to act "crazy and silly".&amp;nbsp; She wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1UtITOnWVY/ThHXYuPjLyI/AAAAAAAADjo/9CnvY2QmGxY//April.to.June.2011+431+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1UtITOnWVY/ThHXYuPjLyI/AAAAAAAADjo/9CnvY2QmGxY//April.to.June.2011+431+copy.jpg" width="614" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bravo Avery!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her 2 besties,&amp;nbsp;Brooklyn and Bryn came to watch the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDBOmdDM_E/ThHXv26LETI/AAAAAAAADjs/URs76lR9-I4/s1600/April.to.June.2011+479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="516" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDBOmdDM_E/ThHXv26LETI/AAAAAAAADjs/URs76lR9-I4/s640/April.to.June.2011+479.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, of course no performace is complete without the celebratory ice cream stop.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kulxsb6fsB4/ThHX1k6GaJI/AAAAAAAADjw/PrBzQ97tr0E//April.to.June.2011+491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kulxsb6fsB4/ThHX1k6GaJI/AAAAAAAADjw/PrBzQ97tr0E//April.to.June.2011+491.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 of Avery's biggest fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSA3xeaJ6ds/ThHX89a75oI/AAAAAAAADj0/rQIK67GtJn0//Ellie.jeff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSA3xeaJ6ds/ThHX89a75oI/AAAAAAAADj0/rQIK67GtJn0//Ellie.jeff.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4543325545154261289?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4543325545154261289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4543325545154261289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4543325545154261289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4543325545154261289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/andrews-loose-tooth.html' title='&quot;Andrew&apos;s Loose tooth&quot;'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-HiDBOmdDM_E/ThHXv26LETI/AAAAAAAADjs/URs76lR9-I4/s72-c/April.to.June.2011+479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8227540477969949206</id><published>2011-07-06T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:12:44.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are big Disney&amp;nbsp;fans in our home.&amp;nbsp; It started clear back when the twins were 3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They fell in love with the Disney characters (there was nothing cuter than Ellie's love of Minnie Mouse)&amp;nbsp;and we fell in love with happy giggles that Disney brought to our children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We spent many years&amp;nbsp;vacationing at the Disney Parks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, then life got busy.&amp;nbsp; And, we chose other vacation spots.&amp;nbsp; This year we realized that Avery doesn't remember much of our Disney days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Avery spent 3&amp;nbsp;trips sitting in a stroller, so we can't think&amp;nbsp;she really got much out of her&amp;nbsp;experience there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was time we show her the magic of Disney.&amp;nbsp; After our original disney date was bumped due to the cancelled flight we rescheduled to the tail end of our vacation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was hot and crowded. And, happy nevertheless!&amp;nbsp; While Avery doesn't share the same passion&amp;nbsp;for Minnie Mouse that&amp;nbsp;Ellie did, she quickly became a fan in her own right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was in awe of&amp;nbsp; "It's a Small World"&amp;nbsp; Immediatly following the ride, she&amp;nbsp;proclaimed it to be her favorite&amp;nbsp;of all time...just like her mama.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So you see, we are STILL&amp;nbsp;Disney fans.&amp;nbsp; I guess we always will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a few pics from&amp;nbsp;the day.&amp;nbsp; If you've seen one Disney picture, you've seen 'em all.&amp;nbsp; But, here goes anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iAnSh_AXrY/TgfOBZFRjuI/AAAAAAAADgE/GzT1q05YK9o//April.to.June.2011+414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iAnSh_AXrY/TgfOBZFRjuI/AAAAAAAADgE/GzT1q05YK9o//April.to.June.2011+414.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did I mention we were hot and&amp;nbsp;sweaty?&amp;nbsp; I don't think we will ever have one of those famous&amp;nbsp;family Micky shots where everyone looks good.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Here we are in all our glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUkq0za3dGs/TgfW3YeyCII/AAAAAAAADgM/hPbQXNBLwxU//April.to.June.2011+363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUkq0za3dGs/TgfW3YeyCII/AAAAAAAADgM/hPbQXNBLwxU//April.to.June.2011+363.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsaeB0id5do/ThJICwUBasI/AAAAAAAADj4/Rdev5pTU728//April.to.June.2011+419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsaeB0id5do/ThJICwUBasI/AAAAAAAADj4/Rdev5pTU728//April.to.June.2011+419.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a couple of "possers"&amp;nbsp; Two girls who love the camera, and a son who can't stand it and will stay 10 feet away from any camera.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mRAjN9fps/TgfO4XEZBiI/AAAAAAAADgI/ME_sIFveNB0//April.to.June.2011+375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mRAjN9fps/TgfO4XEZBiI/AAAAAAAADgI/ME_sIFveNB0//April.to.June.2011+375.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLvZkEUfDs0/TgfZMvs2i1I/AAAAAAAADgY/9cD1KWw_pOc//April.to.June.2011+423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLvZkEUfDs0/TgfZMvs2i1I/AAAAAAAADgY/9cD1KWw_pOc//April.to.June.2011+423.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3uc-S1HkhE/TgfZqA97pRI/AAAAAAAADgc/P6YcPfm7hnI//April.to.June.2011+425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3uc-S1HkhE/TgfZqA97pRI/AAAAAAAADgc/P6YcPfm7hnI//April.to.June.2011+425.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my all time favorite moments caputured.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No mater how big or small, this is the way&amp;nbsp;we leave Disney, with Zach being carried out.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;remember several&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;phots that I have in this same scenario different years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have&amp;nbsp;different shots of both&amp;nbsp;grandpas, two differnt trips being carried out of the park piggy back style.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This precious boy gets so tired, tries so hard to keep up that at 10:30 he is plum tuckered out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Take one look at his sweet tired face and your heart will melt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8227540477969949206?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8227540477969949206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8227540477969949206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8227540477969949206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8227540477969949206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-908160443489643957</id><published>2011-07-05T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:07:14.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Amusement Park Weekend</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Can I tell you how much we loved Universal Studios, Island of Adventure?&amp;nbsp; Yep,&amp;nbsp;we thought it was AWESOME!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids loved it so much because&amp;nbsp;the rides were&amp;nbsp;"thrill" type rides&amp;nbsp; Big roller coasters!&amp;nbsp; And, I loved it because&amp;nbsp;the park was so well&amp;nbsp;done.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it truly rivals Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; It's creative,&amp;nbsp;well maintained and takes you away to a fantasy place.&amp;nbsp; I get why the twins love roller coasters.&amp;nbsp; They are 12.&amp;nbsp; It's all about speed and thrill.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, being daring and senseless.&amp;nbsp; They are middle schoolers for petes sake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But what about Avery...my 7 year old, soon to be in 2nd grader,&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;really shouldn't be allowed to&amp;nbsp;LOVE roller coasters as much as she does.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She's tall enough for all the height restrictions and would most often seek out the "front&amp;nbsp;car".&amp;nbsp;So you see, I stand on the sidelines watching my lil family race through the air at record speeds, screaming and laughing with arms in the air.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's all about the roller coaster for this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hulk rollercoaster was our first ride of the day. Followed up with Dr. Doom drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwEq9VvanCA/ThD4T_xXWpI/AAAAAAAADjY/NnokkBsefSo//roller.coaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwEq9VvanCA/ThD4T_xXWpI/AAAAAAAADjY/NnokkBsefSo//roller.coaster.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRG3BSj2WG0/ThD4l3MszJI/AAAAAAAADjk/mYY8FjxIDhg//April.to.June.2011+231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRG3BSj2WG0/ThD4l3MszJI/AAAAAAAADjk/mYY8FjxIDhg//April.to.June.2011+231.JPG" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, the park is filled with lots of water rides and little splash park sprayers all around. It was hot, but this was a fun cool down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnNCZ6yRl1Y/ThD4WQ1uqnI/AAAAAAAADjc/8DSM44Fed88//water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnNCZ6yRl1Y/ThD4WQ1uqnI/AAAAAAAADjc/8DSM44Fed88//water.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCGTLr3IGyE/ThD3gM4iSTI/AAAAAAAADjI/wu7pmOWIeHE//April.to.June.2011+247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCGTLr3IGyE/ThD3gM4iSTI/AAAAAAAADjI/wu7pmOWIeHE//April.to.June.2011+247.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8z94q7hYYHk/ThD3qXaiHGI/AAAAAAAADjM/jhlK3Ern1DU//April.to.June.2011+261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8z94q7hYYHk/ThD3qXaiHGI/AAAAAAAADjM/jhlK3Ern1DU//April.to.June.2011+261.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk5td2Yjh6o/ThD3Hb2Z8yI/AAAAAAAADjA/XXwE6js7ln0//April.to.June.2011+222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk5td2Yjh6o/ThD3Hb2Z8yI/AAAAAAAADjA/XXwE6js7ln0//April.to.June.2011+222.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suess landing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So cute, this land was all about Dr. Suess.&amp;nbsp; Silly fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9znUDOrDNjE/ThD3OIrFCXI/AAAAAAAADjE/LgrR-WxnstA//April.to.June.2011+277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9znUDOrDNjE/ThD3OIrFCXI/AAAAAAAADjE/LgrR-WxnstA//April.to.June.2011+277.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxy_PLL_w-Q/ThDvNIM3MGI/AAAAAAAADi8/GIp2f7-zcqA//April.to.June.2011+241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxy_PLL_w-Q/ThDvNIM3MGI/AAAAAAAADi8/GIp2f7-zcqA//April.to.June.2011+241.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zachy with Betty Boop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Marvel landing. Comic-ville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rweDiMhU7Dg/ThD4b2s9L7I/AAAAAAAADjg/4j4ZDvRH8TE//April.to.June.2011+266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rweDiMhU7Dg/ThD4b2s9L7I/AAAAAAAADjg/4j4ZDvRH8TE//April.to.June.2011+266.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The wizardly world of Harry Potter.&amp;nbsp; This town was spectacular!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpJNCNDI1Uw/ThD4BuLboUI/AAAAAAAADjQ/cRJ50V4aBhE//April.to.June.2011+271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpJNCNDI1Uw/ThD4BuLboUI/AAAAAAAADjQ/cRJ50V4aBhE//April.to.June.2011+271.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGmq11LdvwU/ThD4KNAxh_I/AAAAAAAADjU/VcHvXhuZ7W0//April.to.June.2011+268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGmq11LdvwU/ThD4KNAxh_I/AAAAAAAADjU/VcHvXhuZ7W0//April.to.June.2011+268.JPG" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We loved it.&amp;nbsp; All of it.&amp;nbsp; Thanks grandma and grandpa for coming with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-908160443489643957?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/908160443489643957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=908160443489643957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/908160443489643957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/908160443489643957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/amusement-park-weekend.html' title='Amusement Park Weekend'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3671940673824454825</id><published>2011-07-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:39:20.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>saying goodbye to the cruise</title><content type='html'>We disembarked the ship on Thur. We were sad to&amp;nbsp;leave but eager to spend the remaining days of our vacation at the area theme parks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGvnW8eCBk/TgqFQ87oKRI/AAAAAAAADgg/WBg_HNxncM8//April.to.June.2011+201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGvnW8eCBk/TgqFQ87oKRI/AAAAAAAADgg/WBg_HNxncM8//April.to.June.2011+201.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Avery picked up a little pal.&amp;nbsp; "Build a bear" a la cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's parents were in town visiting Debbi and kids. We were lucky to coordinate with them and meet up in our Orlando hotel.&amp;nbsp; But before we did, we spent the morning in Coco Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0tnCSuazfs/TgqF8eHIelI/AAAAAAAADgk/j9wLBBjMiGg//April.to.June.2011+208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0tnCSuazfs/TgqF8eHIelI/AAAAAAAADgk/j9wLBBjMiGg//April.to.June.2011+208.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We spent just enough time in this beach town to dip our toes in the ocean and&amp;nbsp;enjoy breakfast at a&amp;nbsp;darling little cafe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really you can't keep my kids away from swimming and slides!&amp;nbsp; Even here at the hotel in Orlando with grandma and grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hFk1rB8TTs/TgqKBm4oJrI/AAAAAAAADgo/kuT7fAIusTQ//April.to.June.2011+212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hFk1rB8TTs/TgqKBm4oJrI/AAAAAAAADgo/kuT7fAIusTQ//April.to.June.2011+212.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3671940673824454825?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3671940673824454825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3671940673824454825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3671940673824454825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3671940673824454825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/saying-goodbye-to-cruise.html' title='saying goodbye to the cruise'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2598359378987032145</id><published>2011-07-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:33:28.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>The Bahamas</title><content type='html'>We spent several days in the Bahama Islands.&amp;nbsp; Our first port&amp;nbsp;was Freeport Island. Not our favorite island and&amp;nbsp;definatly less than desirable.&amp;nbsp; Infact, it's very industrial,&amp;nbsp;NOT friendly and an overall tacky island.&amp;nbsp; With that being said..."show us a beach and we will show you a good time".&amp;nbsp; After an expensive cab ride, we played in the small town, and enjoyed our day at the&amp;nbsp;beach.&amp;nbsp; At the beach itself was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvhEFZURH5M/ThB8lDKZ2XI/AAAAAAAADiM/agSw_uZfRsk//jeff.camera.bahamas+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvhEFZURH5M/ThB8lDKZ2XI/AAAAAAAADiM/agSw_uZfRsk//jeff.camera.bahamas+076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gST5Ay_2-LU/ThB8uamp9-I/AAAAAAAADiU/zJX9YPTMHYk/jeff.camera.bahamas+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="616" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gST5Ay_2-LU/ThB8uamp9-I/AAAAAAAADiU/zJX9YPTMHYk//jeff.camera.bahamas+077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOpB6Xq10BY/ThB8x66_s5I/AAAAAAAADiY/QRueG2L9TVI/s1600/jeff.camera.bahamas+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="502" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOpB6Xq10BY/ThB8x66_s5I/AAAAAAAADiY/QRueG2L9TVI/s640/jeff.camera.bahamas+096.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spy a tourist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmsmxihrnC8/ThB836F8PpI/AAAAAAAADic/Ph7In405NOE//jeff.camera.bahamas+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="566" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmsmxihrnC8/ThB836F8PpI/AAAAAAAADic/Ph7In405NOE//jeff.camera.bahamas+097.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the island of Nassau was much nicer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, it was one of those days where everything just "works out" for the best.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp; orginally planned on the dolphin excursion at Atlantis.&amp;nbsp; But, after talking to well informed lady we decided to take the ferry over to&amp;nbsp;a small island nearby.&amp;nbsp; We caught the ferry just in the nick of time.&amp;nbsp; Wow, the dolphin experience was&amp;nbsp;incredible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am so glad we did it.&amp;nbsp; Avery loved it so much she suggested&amp;nbsp;changing her dream career&amp;nbsp;from veternarian to dolphin trainer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To save money, I didn't do the excursion...being that I just did&amp;nbsp; the dolphins last year in&amp;nbsp;Punta Mita, I was fine with it.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, that meant I really couldn't snap any photos either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I snuck a few while watching on the dock.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wish&amp;nbsp; I had more.&amp;nbsp; The remanider of the day we played at the beach.&amp;nbsp; I personally loved the&amp;nbsp;hammocks stretched between 2 palm trees lining the beach.&amp;nbsp; But, the kids loved the water park inflatiables in the bay.&amp;nbsp; We were so happy with the little island, Blue Lagoon that we stumbled upon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a pleasant surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qP87UKYE38/ThB9CehWunI/AAAAAAAADik/kNyaSCl8t5A//jeff.camera.bahamas+113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qP87UKYE38/ThB9CehWunI/AAAAAAAADik/kNyaSCl8t5A//jeff.camera.bahamas+113.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjYLpWAh-bE/ThB89_emK_I/AAAAAAAADig/xwCwTpbbFEU//jeff.camera.bahamas+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjYLpWAh-bE/ThB89_emK_I/AAAAAAAADig/xwCwTpbbFEU//jeff.camera.bahamas+122.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tP2C_mdnLaY/ThB-IGiOKSI/AAAAAAAADio/_87TxOrboKo//jeff.camera.bahamas+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tP2C_mdnLaY/ThB-IGiOKSI/AAAAAAAADio/_87TxOrboKo//jeff.camera.bahamas+109.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_45ZuExkXgk/ThB-LRpEqVI/AAAAAAAADis/Tho9P9yX4U8//jeff.camera.bahamas+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="602" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_45ZuExkXgk/ThB-LRpEqVI/AAAAAAAADis/Tho9P9yX4U8//jeff.camera.bahamas+110.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkPE-Al2BSs/ThB_a1Bw7oI/AAAAAAAADi4/PBhKlp6WS44//jeff.camera.bahamas+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkPE-Al2BSs/ThB_a1Bw7oI/AAAAAAAADi4/PBhKlp6WS44//jeff.camera.bahamas+111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeU-mZwfN0Y/ThB-RN9wdqI/AAAAAAAADi0/JQR-50bX2Ng//jeff.camera.bahamas+133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="582" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeU-mZwfN0Y/ThB-RN9wdqI/AAAAAAAADi0/JQR-50bX2Ng//jeff.camera.bahamas+133.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love combing the beach for seashells.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In this case, a huge piece of coral.&amp;nbsp; Time to run and catch the ferry back to Nassau...and then cruise back to Orlando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2598359378987032145?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2598359378987032145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2598359378987032145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2598359378987032145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2598359378987032145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/07/bahamas.html' title='The Bahamas'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-GOpB6Xq10BY/ThB8x66_s5I/AAAAAAAADiY/QRueG2L9TVI/s72-c/jeff.camera.bahamas+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-629759073145160703</id><published>2011-06-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:29:59.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>What a vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What can I say about a vacation that lifts you right out of the post winter blues and into&amp;nbsp;the warm ocean breeze and bright sunshine.&amp;nbsp; Except it was &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and exactly what our family&amp;nbsp;needed!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was the middle of May and just one day before school let out for the year.&amp;nbsp; It also marked the end of our time in the temporary twin home which we were desparate to see end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;come to love these&amp;nbsp;4 little words that come out of Jeff's mouth..."let's&amp;nbsp;take a&amp;nbsp;vacation".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We arranged to take the a family&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;a cruise to the Bahamas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Omaha to Orlando to Bahamas back to Orlando.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was beyond excited,&amp;nbsp;the timing was ideal and it&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; get a way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We drove to Omaha, spent the night and planned an early morning departure flight to Omaha.&amp;nbsp; Only to find out our flight was canceled due to weather and we were bumped to&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;available flight the nex day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not the end of the world...we spent one unexpected day in a city close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We moved on to Orlando, one day short of the original plan.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day the remainder of the day swimming instead of Disney.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was really hot so&amp;nbsp;the pool suited us just fine.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alkFRMmyRbY/TgqUfGU3VQI/AAAAAAAADgs/LOwTA8EufIM//April.to.June.2011+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alkFRMmyRbY/TgqUfGU3VQI/AAAAAAAADgs/LOwTA8EufIM//April.to.June.2011+082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain a cruise ship to your children? At this point their only reference is that of Disney channel's "Zak and Cody on Dek" ..They really had NO idea what was in store for them. And we couldn't wait to show them the ship in all it's grandeur.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in awe.&amp;nbsp; They were in heaven.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You should of seen them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Big eyes and even bigger smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1zUWFXK_3c/Tg0fkCO9m6I/AAAAAAAADg8/IEx10BTqBlM//April.to.June.2011+118+copy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1zUWFXK_3c/Tg0fkCO9m6I/AAAAAAAADg8/IEx10BTqBlM//April.to.June.2011+118+copy+2.jpg" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We boarded the the ship and hit the lunch buffet.&amp;nbsp; Let it be known cruise food is not my favorite.&amp;nbsp; But, it was enticing to the children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anything and everything...they liked it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I must say, I prefered the dining room to the buffet.&amp;nbsp; Most nights however, the girls were at their clubs and didn't join us in the dining room.&amp;nbsp; I think this was the only night with all five us at dinner. And it was my favorite night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skLVJLncgj0/Tg0xNFHpOQI/AAAAAAAADh0/Yyekdh-Y5Wc//April.to.June.2011+141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="596" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skLVJLncgj0/Tg0xNFHpOQI/AAAAAAAADh0/Yyekdh-Y5Wc//April.to.June.2011+141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boy, the girls sure loved the clubs.&amp;nbsp; What a new experience for them.&amp;nbsp; They spent the evenings with their age "club."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many&amp;nbsp;activites, games and crafts were planned.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't pry them away.&amp;nbsp; One night, Ellie got up on stage and did some kareoke.&amp;nbsp;"&amp;nbsp; Really,&amp;nbsp;Ellie did what?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like I said, new&amp;nbsp;experiences.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zach and I would tuck&amp;nbsp;in the cabin early each night while&amp;nbsp;Jeff and the girls enjoyed midnight buffet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Neither Zach nor I cared much to miss it.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zach was&amp;nbsp;so exhausted&amp;nbsp;by the evenings and I was&amp;nbsp;happy to snuggle him to sleep.&amp;nbsp; And lucky for him, he was&amp;nbsp;first to meet the&amp;nbsp;new towel buddy each night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zach loved 'em!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYDSuIk3Wpk/Tg0r4TdH8JI/AAAAAAAADhs/oVbEExJZQcQ//April.to.June.2011+149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYDSuIk3Wpk/Tg0r4TdH8JI/AAAAAAAADhs/oVbEExJZQcQ//April.to.June.2011+149.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1108303866"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1108303867"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boy oh boy, did we ever soak up&amp;nbsp;all the fun&amp;nbsp;the ship had to offer.&amp;nbsp;So many activites to keep us busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, we love water slides.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07reXpcVXUQ/Tg0f23hx-wI/AAAAAAAADhE/prK97VgI1vQ//April.to.June.2011+119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07reXpcVXUQ/Tg0f23hx-wI/AAAAAAAADhE/prK97VgI1vQ//April.to.June.2011+119.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A new game for Zach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shuffle board.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZZ88LJdlho/Tg0yF41IxyI/AAAAAAAADh4/MLUCf0hZ8YQ/s1600/April.to.June.2011+146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZZ88LJdlho/Tg0yF41IxyI/AAAAAAAADh4/MLUCf0hZ8YQ/s640/April.to.June.2011+146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;swimming.&amp;nbsp; at twillight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZiC8lzlOi4/Tg0gc8EVepI/AAAAAAAADhQ/oq08hDpov3E//April.to.June.2011+144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZiC8lzlOi4/Tg0gc8EVepI/AAAAAAAADhQ/oq08hDpov3E/April.to.June.2011+144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;golf on the top deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7COYGIwlPs/Tg02U4UyMVI/AAAAAAAADh8/1ApVwfvdjBA//April.to.June.2011+198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7COYGIwlPs/Tg02U4UyMVI/AAAAAAAADh8/1ApVwfvdjBA//April.to.June.2011+198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ahh,&amp;nbsp;relaxing together, on&amp;nbsp;deck, &amp;nbsp;in the sunshine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The best of it all .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgQyjvsj87U/Tg03QnHNZEI/AAAAAAAADiA/BJJ0tw4IBZU//April.to.June.2011+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="614" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgQyjvsj87U/Tg03QnHNZEI/AAAAAAAADiA/BJJ0tw4IBZU//April.to.June.2011+166.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the islands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-629759073145160703?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/629759073145160703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=629759073145160703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/629759073145160703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/629759073145160703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-vacation.html' title='What a vacation'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-QZZ88LJdlho/Tg0yF41IxyI/AAAAAAAADh4/MLUCf0hZ8YQ/s72-c/April.to.June.2011+146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2875100310724283069</id><published>2011-05-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:18:22.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>on the road again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since we were driving to Denver to surprise Papa, we took advantage of the drive and&amp;nbsp; soaked in the sights.&amp;nbsp; Jeff had work to do in Rapid City which is 5 hours from home&amp;nbsp;AND on the way to Denver.&amp;nbsp;The timing was perfect and we all tagged along.&amp;nbsp; While Jeff worked, we played.&amp;nbsp; We went to the pool to pass the time.&amp;nbsp; The kids will always love swimming.&amp;nbsp; A hit everytime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0KJwOtyQ3M/Tcifu2MojoI/AAAAAAAADfc/FQnmo7qTsls//ellie.splash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0KJwOtyQ3M/Tcifu2MojoI/AAAAAAAADfc/FQnmo7qTsls//ellie.splash.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Zach's favorite spot, the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vy6hcPpEoo/TcigK0HdipI/AAAAAAAADfg/09uxRaSOc7g//March.denver+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vy6hcPpEoo/TcigK0HdipI/AAAAAAAADfg/09uxRaSOc7g/s640/March.denver+006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next day we became "tourists."&amp;nbsp; Off to Mt Rushmore we go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was truely an amazing and awe inspiring&amp;nbsp;sight.&amp;nbsp; The mountains made such a picturesque backdrop for the masterpiece.&amp;nbsp;We appreciate them more now as we are away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The unpredictable March weather cooperated with us.&amp;nbsp; It was warm enough to enjoy but still cool enough that we were alone in the park.&amp;nbsp; We had the whole park to ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We like it that way.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGEIjznzsY/Tcig4oeyjzI/AAAAAAAADfk/fnVsYY2Fm1o//March.denver+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGEIjznzsY/Tcig4oeyjzI/AAAAAAAADfk/fnVsYY2Fm1o/s640/March.denver+029.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't think Zach could really see the Presidents heads in&amp;nbsp;the mountain&amp;nbsp; But, he did master the binocular &amp;nbsp;looky thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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I was happy to see her desire to try something new.&amp;nbsp; She has never done anything like this before.&amp;nbsp; At this point the tryouts were still a month away, I wasn't sure her enthusiasm would continue.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, on the day of tryouts she was ready and excited.&amp;nbsp; It would be a time consuming day with a long&amp;nbsp;audition and I looked to Ellie to stay home and watch Zach.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes even the&amp;nbsp;best laid plans go awry.&amp;nbsp; Ellie decided last minute to also tryout for the play.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit, at first I was frustrated.&amp;nbsp; There goes the babysitter.&amp;nbsp; Pack up Zach, grab some activities for a 3 hour block of time and off we go.&amp;nbsp; As I gathered my thoughts and pulled it together, I realized this would be a great experience for Ellie as well.&amp;nbsp; I was thrilled to have both girls to jump on this&amp;nbsp;opportunity.&amp;nbsp;It would be&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;valuable experience to stretch themselves and&amp;nbsp;leap out of the comfort zone and I was eager to see them&amp;nbsp;audition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As we pull into the parking lot, I&amp;nbsp;just finished my " be yourself and you'll do great" pep talk...Ellie burst into tears.&amp;nbsp; She didn't want to do it afterall, she was to frightened.&amp;nbsp; I decided at that point to make her continue.&amp;nbsp; Infact, I forced her out of the car (still beliving this would be a positive experience)&amp;nbsp; Luckily, she ran into a friend and quickly wiped away her tears.&amp;nbsp;100 children tried out for the play in a group audition.&amp;nbsp; I was in the auditorium and heard the girls tryout.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so impressed.&amp;nbsp; They both used expression when&amp;nbsp;they spoke&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;obviously impressed the directors as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was on pins and needles as they&amp;nbsp;read the&amp;nbsp;names of the children that would be&amp;nbsp;cast.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First they read Ellie, she made it as assistant director (later was given a speaking part)&amp;nbsp;After about 20 more names, they read Avery.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of&amp;nbsp;both of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Play practiced started that very night.&amp;nbsp; Ellie needed to be at every&amp;nbsp;practice, learning all the parts.&amp;nbsp; She would&amp;nbsp;assist &amp;nbsp;the director in everything from set, makeup, lining up the characters, songs, dance moves and helping those who forget the lines.&amp;nbsp; She would run the show.&amp;nbsp; In the end, the character "tree barker" got sick and had to drop out.&amp;nbsp; She immediately stepped in and wore both hats, director and character.&amp;nbsp; Avery was a "dust bunny."&amp;nbsp; This was&amp;nbsp;the group of young boys and girls who sang and danced 2 numbers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At first she was disappointed in not being cast as the Princess or the Pea.&amp;nbsp; It looks like our &amp;nbsp;7 year old&amp;nbsp;has big ambitions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, she was the cutest lil dust bunny you ever did see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;They did it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They learned that tough practices and hard work pays off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They challenged themselves, learned new skills and battled their fears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They felt the accomplishment of performing on stage.&amp;nbsp; Sweet reward of a job well done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the show.&lt;/div&gt;Avery and her 2 best friends made the play.&amp;nbsp; I brought the girls back and forth each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrFtPm9K12U/TbYwQZei0RI/AAAAAAAADew/Ywf28_HOQ08//Princess.pea+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrFtPm9K12U/TbYwQZei0RI/AAAAAAAADew/Ywf28_HOQ08//Princess.pea+011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLjLGnHip-c/TbYwjLv3I2I/AAAAAAAADe0/KcVsVTTFBI8//Princess.pea+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLjLGnHip-c/TbYwjLv3I2I/AAAAAAAADe0/KcVsVTTFBI8//Princess.pea+015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie was happy to see her friends as well.&lt;/div&gt;The cast of characters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-2rde-4YwI/TbYxhjTFB8I/AAAAAAAADe4/6K8f1ToDmVk//Princess.pea+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-2rde-4YwI/TbYxhjTFB8I/AAAAAAAADe4/6K8f1ToDmVk//Princess.pea+039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the show.&lt;/div&gt;Ellie&amp;nbsp;in her shining moment.&amp;nbsp; She had several lines&amp;nbsp;in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-or1e3VRP0G8/TbYzHIfTimI/AAAAAAAADe8/4Ra-bC4fFp8/Princess.pea+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-or1e3VRP0G8/TbYzHIfTimI/AAAAAAAADe8/4Ra-bC4fFp8//Princess.pea+109.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avery and&amp;nbsp;the dust bunnies did several song and dance numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2DfHWUrlcg/TbY0VzFjplI/AAAAAAAADfI/cQJaRpNnwe8/s1600/Princess.pea+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCHAM8fE2ls/TbY15VczePI/AAAAAAAADfY/UynaeeERuaI//Princess.pea+190+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7514518574036732161?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7514518574036732161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7514518574036732161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7514518574036732161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7514518574036732161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/04/princess-and-pea.html' title='the Princess and the Pea'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-z2DfHWUrlcg/TbY0VzFjplI/AAAAAAAADfI/cQJaRpNnwe8/s72-c/Princess.pea+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4369013361617729500</id><published>2011-04-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:07:43.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><title type='text'>Papa turns 70</title><content type='html'>So we surprised him with a birthday visit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, when we show up so does the birthday "choas."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We orchestrated a plan and &amp;nbsp;included Gigi in on the details.&amp;nbsp; We would drive to Denver arriving late Thurday night.&amp;nbsp; Early Friday morning we would sneak in and the&amp;nbsp;kids would present Papa with breakfast in bed.&amp;nbsp; The plan went off without a hitch, except Papa woke up early and Gigi made him stay in bed for quite some time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A bit strange, thought papa. Although, he knew "something" was up, I think he was genuinely surprised that it was us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend of "happy things."&amp;nbsp; We were busy doing things&amp;nbsp;that make up happy.&amp;nbsp;We only had a short time in Denver so we made it special.&amp;nbsp; Short and sweet but a birthday to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;Gigi greeted us at the door early in the morning.&amp;nbsp; shhh, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC35oAQMpqU/Taz6vbSypNI/AAAAAAAADdk/NLqPGqGcZRw//March.denver+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC35oAQMpqU/Taz6vbSypNI/AAAAAAAADdk/NLqPGqGcZRw//March.denver+097.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We decorated with birthday banners and artwork.&amp;nbsp; This one courtesy of Avery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-fOW1ZY0f0/Taz-Xn7wfiI/AAAAAAAADdw/7ld483ieoiY//March.denver+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-fOW1ZY0f0/Taz-Xn7wfiI/AAAAAAAADdw/7ld483ieoiY//March.denver+095.JPG" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyJ_gogO1jg/Taz8wv07SSI/AAAAAAAADdo/0kmBMiFieWw//March.denver+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We prepared a scavenger hunt for Papa.&amp;nbsp; Each clue had him&amp;nbsp;scamper&amp;nbsp;through the house&amp;nbsp;to find his birthday gifts.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIiYAVMNxNc/Ta2WIIQDhfI/AAAAAAAADd0/gKtv4YM187U/s1600/March.denver+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIiYAVMNxNc/Ta2WIIQDhfI/AAAAAAAADd0/gKtv4YM187U//March.denver+087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to&amp;nbsp;several&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fun restaurants.&amp;nbsp; Our favorite italian restaurant&amp;nbsp;one night and Asian Bistro the next.&amp;nbsp; We always teach our children to&amp;nbsp;use their best manners and social graces.&amp;nbsp; Or do we?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX8zYFvD1AI/Ta2c2eRZuGI/AAAAAAAADeI/PYjgQAWyNN8//e.a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX8zYFvD1AI/Ta2c2eRZuGI/AAAAAAAADeI/PYjgQAWyNN8//e.a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played in the park.&amp;nbsp; And flew kites.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcyajBkCFt0/Ta2deyC6IGI/AAAAAAAADeM/G_r06dvqRws/e.z.kite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcyajBkCFt0/Ta2deyC6IGI/AAAAAAAADeM/G_r06dvqRws//e.z.kite.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-OvSMchFQ/Ta44SDnPH7I/AAAAAAAADeU/XwunzrDL7Dc//Mar.Denv.2+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5-OvSMchFQ/Ta44SDnPH7I/AAAAAAAADeU/XwunzrDL7Dc//Mar.Denv.2+030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssHUUTQG1SU/Ta45LiIkjxI/AAAAAAAADeY/1qr-yXeEmRQ//Mar.Denv.2+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssHUUTQG1SU/Ta45LiIkjxI/AAAAAAAADeY/1qr-yXeEmRQ//Mar.Denv.2+054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGfXHMgRMTg/Ta456ufFyqI/AAAAAAAADec/dKE2nt3aBTQ//Mar.Denv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGfXHMgRMTg/Ta456ufFyqI/AAAAAAAADec/dKE2nt3aBTQ//Mar.Denv.jpg" width="628" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, we celebrated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday, we love you&amp;nbsp;Papa.&amp;nbsp; We wish you many more happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2HZX4CafkQ/Ta-dUnmacsI/AAAAAAAADeo/utiwX2IR1lY//Mar.Denv.2+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2HZX4CafkQ/Ta-dUnmacsI/AAAAAAAADeo/utiwX2IR1lY/s640/Mar.Denv.2+058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jM6vtbj26Q/Ta4-yxQmcAI/AAAAAAAADek/W6XSMnLWhb4//Mar.Denv.2+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="636" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jM6vtbj26Q/Ta4-yxQmcAI/AAAAAAAADek/W6XSMnLWhb4//Mar.Denv.2+064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4369013361617729500?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4369013361617729500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4369013361617729500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4369013361617729500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4369013361617729500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/04/papa-turns-70.html' title='Papa turns 70'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-I2HZX4CafkQ/Ta-dUnmacsI/AAAAAAAADeo/utiwX2IR1lY/s72-c/Mar.Denv.2+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6917534923902279542</id><published>2011-04-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:49:44.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Have a sunnyside up kinda day</title><content type='html'>Breakfast on this April 1st morning.&amp;nbsp; Sunny side up fried egg with homemade toasted bread and creamy butter.&amp;nbsp; Looks delish, don't cha think.&amp;nbsp; I didn't fool&amp;nbsp;the kids but started our morning off with a giggle.&amp;nbsp; Until Jeff told the kids he was leaving town for 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Zach left the table in tears...but only for a moment.&amp;nbsp; Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-R-5SQAS5btQ/TZXef_eAgzI/AAAAAAAADdg/FWaG9HwXWQA//late.march.2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="532" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-5SQAS5btQ/TZXef_eAgzI/AAAAAAAADdg/FWaG9HwXWQA//late.march.2011+007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell what my breakfast prank is made from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6917534923902279542?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6917534923902279542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6917534923902279542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6917534923902279542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6917534923902279542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-sunnyside-up-kinda-day.html' title='Have a sunnyside up kinda day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7028351173816475943</id><published>2011-03-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:35:15.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Mall of America</title><content type='html'>Who goes to Minnesota in the middle of February?&amp;nbsp; We do.&amp;nbsp; Over President's weekend we took off to Minneapolis to the&amp;nbsp;experience the Mall of America.&amp;nbsp; I have always wanted to&amp;nbsp;see it&amp;nbsp;and being in the midwest it's only a few hours from home.&amp;nbsp;But, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Feb...weather would be an issue. We were doomed for snow.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough a giant blizzard covered the city of Minneapolis while we were there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don't think for one minute&amp;nbsp;it stopped us, sure, it slowed us down a&amp;nbsp;bit&amp;nbsp;but we explored all the same.&lt;br /&gt;The Mall of Amercia was exactly as I had&amp;nbsp;imagined.&amp;nbsp; Hundreds of stores and endless&amp;nbsp;hours of shopping. Right up my alley (and Jeff's&amp;nbsp; too, but he's not as willing to admit)&amp;nbsp; The kids loved it also.&amp;nbsp; We are raising good little shoppers.&amp;nbsp;They come by&amp;nbsp;it naturally.&amp;nbsp; Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We made a beeline to the American Girl Store.&amp;nbsp;A dream destination by any girls standards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q_Vy-M9SbJc/TYv5MOD2jQI/AAAAAAAADdE/ITxjGt45uTE//Feb18.22.10+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q_Vy-M9SbJc/TYv5MOD2jQI/AAAAAAAADdE/ITxjGt45uTE//Feb18.22.10+015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, really the highlight for the children was the Nickolodeon theme park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EAI79n_Blwg/TYwC1i1KZPI/AAAAAAAADdY/j21NfrnXS3w//nickelodeon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="618" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EAI79n_Blwg/TYwC1i1KZPI/AAAAAAAADdY/j21NfrnXS3w//nickelodeon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big roller coasters were the&amp;nbsp;name of the game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Avery is tall enough to go on every ride in the park so there was no stopping this trio.&amp;nbsp; The bigger, scarier, twistyer, faster,&amp;nbsp; crazier........the better.&amp;nbsp; Endless hours of amusement for&amp;nbsp;the Anderson children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YnBBLr0Rg6Y/TYv7rhLdaFI/AAAAAAAADdI/cMLeZ4bQ6-M/s1600/Feb18.22.10+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YnBBLr0Rg6Y/TYv7rhLdaFI/AAAAAAAADdI/cMLeZ4bQ6-M//Feb18.22.10+066.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ie9y7RwQF4c/TYv9ZFDuoYI/AAAAAAAADdQ/VpHV-5DwaD0//zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ie9y7RwQF4c/TYv9ZFDuoYI/AAAAAAAADdQ/VpHV-5DwaD0//zach.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c4bRVQGbFaY/TYwCNJg9xkI/AAAAAAAADdU/ouvuusm3DtE/Feb18.22.10+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c4bRVQGbFaY/TYwCNJg9xkI/AAAAAAAADdU/ouvuusm3DtE//Feb18.22.10+110.JPG" width="536" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can't really tell&amp;nbsp;from this picture, but in this photo the kids&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;flying through a giant loop, full speed.&amp;nbsp; Avery can barely keep her head up straight.&amp;nbsp; The force is keeping Zach's head &amp;nbsp;pulled to one side. Yikes.&amp;nbsp; Jeff and I stayed behind, happy as can be with our feet planted securely on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my favorite afternoons was&amp;nbsp;on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; In &amp;nbsp;middle of the storm we ventured out for breakfast,&amp;nbsp;and made&amp;nbsp;a quick stop for some movie treats.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We returned to our hotel for a day of a movie watching snuggle fest.&amp;nbsp; All 5 us changed into&amp;nbsp;jammies, snuggled up on the 2 queen beds (complete with chocolate and popcorn) and watched the movie Nannie McPhee returns.&amp;nbsp; It was a cute movie, we all liked it.&amp;nbsp; But, mostly I liked the close knit togetherness.&amp;nbsp;The older my children get, the tighter I want to hold on.&amp;nbsp; "Together" &amp;nbsp;is my favorite place to be.&amp;nbsp; Cheesy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;and since I don't have a picture of this snuggly afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy one of Zach asleep in the hotel.&amp;nbsp; With kiki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFsTKgLOH7g/TY__vGccJdI/AAAAAAAADdc/VdGVjLF8aqU/s1600/zach.kiki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFsTKgLOH7g/TY__vGccJdI/AAAAAAAADdc/VdGVjLF8aqU/s640/zach.kiki.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7028351173816475943?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7028351173816475943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7028351173816475943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7028351173816475943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7028351173816475943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/03/mall-of-america.html' title='Mall of America'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/-oFsTKgLOH7g/TY__vGccJdI/AAAAAAAADdc/VdGVjLF8aqU/s72-c/zach.kiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5330823197928162022</id><published>2011-03-07T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:38:36.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Beiber Fever</title><content type='html'>Watching my kids make new friends in school is fun and exciting but, with it comes the worry and fears of who they might develop close friendships with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What will the new friends be like?&amp;nbsp; Who will they sit with at lunch?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do these friends share the same values?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What kind of families&amp;nbsp;to they belong to?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are they being raised with the same&amp;nbsp;morals we are trying to teach our children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And then ultimately,&amp;nbsp;will my&amp;nbsp;child &amp;nbsp;feel uplifted and cherished as a person?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ellie has made a whole slew of girlfriends.&amp;nbsp; But, I don't know any of them yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, I&amp;nbsp; worry a bit about the "kind" of girls she is connecting with.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure "to worry" is a rite of passage for all middle school parents.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; know Ellie and I know she will ALWAYS choose the right. But a 6th graders life is easier with friends&amp;nbsp;that support and inspire you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;wanted to get to&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;to know Ellie's friends and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;girls are crazy for Justin Bieber, we joined the gaggle of girls bursting&amp;nbsp;through the doors&amp;nbsp;premiere night for the Justin Beiber movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B8_F_VTLgUM/TXWTnSaIjeI/AAAAAAAADdA/PtxOk5C9wVM/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B8_F_VTLgUM/TXWTnSaIjeI/AAAAAAAADdA/PtxOk5C9wVM/s200/untitled.bmp" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was my intention to have Ellie invite her "school" friends but she ended up inviting all church friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Which was fine by me.&amp;nbsp; What a great group of girls and hopefully the start to&amp;nbsp;wonderful friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a fabulous time.&amp;nbsp; The entire theater was filled with hyper, squealing, laughing screaming girls....and their mothers.&amp;nbsp; The screaming started at the first clip of the movie and didn't stop till credits rolled.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help but think it was cute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The girls were so passionate!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At one point in Justin's live concert he brings a girl up to the stage during&amp;nbsp;the song "one less lonely girl."&amp;nbsp; Avery whispered in my ear in a quiet but giddy voice that she wants to be the "One" less lonely girl on stage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess the fascination starts young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iIi_y1WfFZs/TXWSeLGuxyI/AAAAAAAADc4/mt74gxmpdD8//justinbeber.snow+001+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iIi_y1WfFZs/TXWSeLGuxyI/AAAAAAAADc4/mt74gxmpdD8/s640/justinbeber.snow+001+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ILicNKF0Tc/TXWSm_z9icI/AAAAAAAADc8/0Bx-ulssWOU//at.justin.bieber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ILicNKF0Tc/TXWSm_z9icI/AAAAAAAADc8/0Bx-ulssWOU//at.justin.bieber.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5330823197928162022?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5330823197928162022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5330823197928162022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5330823197928162022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5330823197928162022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/03/beiber-fever.html' title='Beiber Fever'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B8_F_VTLgUM/TXWTnSaIjeI/AAAAAAAADdA/PtxOk5C9wVM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2429188067801970170</id><published>2011-02-14T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T05:00:15.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>sending love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGJ064sSsck/TViWn-wqznI/AAAAAAAADco/HvM0aS9JQUg/s1600/new.valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="457" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGJ064sSsck/TViWn-wqznI/AAAAAAAADco/HvM0aS9JQUg//new.valentine.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been spreading love around here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know this is not the most orginal idea but I needed a quick Family Home Evening idea last week and this was the perfect answer.&amp;nbsp; We each wrote down things on paper hearts that we loved about everyone in the family.&amp;nbsp; The kids totally loved it.&amp;nbsp;They were very&amp;nbsp;serious and thought about "real" and special things that we loved about each other.&amp;nbsp; Then, we read them aloud while putting them up on the wall.&amp;nbsp; Zachary blushed when the girls read their hearts to him.&amp;nbsp; I loved them all but, I was especially happy with Ellie's heart to me.&amp;nbsp; "Mom, you are a good cook and a good example to me.&amp;nbsp;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oupArvzGXjo/TViZa8hX-4I/AAAAAAAADcw/zHJVjL1D8iI/s1600/feb.2011+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="526" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oupArvzGXjo/TViZa8hX-4I/AAAAAAAADcw/zHJVjL1D8iI//feb.2011+016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart decor is the only thing hanging on our walls here in the new pad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I should mention the temporary new pad is getting on my nerves.&amp;nbsp; It's been to long to think of it as a "vacation rental."&amp;nbsp; Nor, is there anything "vacation like" here in Sioux Falls.&amp;nbsp; But, I am trying to be patient, I know the right home will come along in time.&amp;nbsp; Wish us luck that it's sooner than later, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2429188067801970170?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2429188067801970170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2429188067801970170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2429188067801970170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2429188067801970170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/02/sending-love.html' title='sending love'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7958177732375960897</id><published>2011-02-12T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:26:02.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life brings you snow</title><content type='html'>make a snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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And with the celebration of selling/ closing on&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;home comes a flood of memories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jeff and I had&amp;nbsp;mixed feelings over the closing.&amp;nbsp; On one hand we&amp;nbsp;were elated and relieved to have this home sold.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was never&amp;nbsp;my fave.&amp;nbsp; Infact, I rountinly complained about this home.&amp;nbsp; You've heard me, right?&amp;nbsp; But, it was ours.&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;we were happy here&amp;nbsp;for 6 years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids were babies in&amp;nbsp;this home.&amp;nbsp; We have all grown up&amp;nbsp;here.&amp;nbsp; In this kitchen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TVK_NQTYudI/AAAAAAAADcY/wB43lcg-oso/s1600/Late.Jan.2010+012+copy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TVK_NQTYudI/AAAAAAAADcY/wB43lcg-oso/s640/Late.Jan.2010+012+copy+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, if these kitchen walls could talk&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It was here&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;we gathered around the dinner table&amp;nbsp;together&amp;nbsp;every night.&amp;nbsp; Or almost everynight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;are lucky that our schedule allows us to be together&amp;nbsp; most nights.&amp;nbsp;I treasure this time and&amp;nbsp;rarely sign my kids up for anything that might interfere with the dinner hour.&amp;nbsp; It means that much to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If these wall could talk you'd hear about the&lt;strong&gt; laughter in our home&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Lots of giggleing.&amp;nbsp; Jeff is funny, you knew that.&amp;nbsp; But, did you know he will drop everything in order to make you smile or to lighten your mood with his humor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If these walls could talk you'd know about the &lt;strong&gt;precious and heartfelt&lt;/strong&gt; prayers that were said in this very room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You would know that&amp;nbsp; Avery volunteers to say the morning and&amp;nbsp;nightly prayer EVERY SINGLE time.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If these walls could talk you would hear all about&amp;nbsp;the many&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;lectures and conversations&lt;/strong&gt; that were had at the dinner table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With listening ears, this is our perfect time to "teach."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, in order to stretch out our table time you will likely hear about the conversation games we play at the table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"What would you rather".&amp;nbsp; "Telephone."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Pick a topic and chat".&amp;nbsp; "Thumbs up, thumbs down day".&amp;nbsp; Gosh, with all this goodness you&amp;nbsp;will need to know of the&amp;nbsp;typical argueing and bickering that also took place here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Not&amp;nbsp; now, dinner is in 20 mintues"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or "I'm hungry what's for dinner." "Time out for you"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sad to note, that you would also hear me say...not now "I'm busy"&amp;nbsp; And with that, &amp;nbsp;you'll&amp;nbsp;need to know that I'm still learning the balance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Someday,&amp;nbsp;I will&amp;nbsp;master it&amp;nbsp;like Jeff and will take advatage of every moment to just "be"&amp;nbsp;with the kids.&amp;nbsp;If these wall could talk you would know of the mass choas around the house that ensues while I am preparing dinner.&amp;nbsp; But in the end...you would know&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;beautiful calm and peace that comes together&amp;nbsp;as all 5 of us sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;To just "be" together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7783297072787914828?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7783297072787914828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7783297072787914828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7783297072787914828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7783297072787914828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-these-walls-could-talk.html' title='If these walls could talk'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TVK_NQTYudI/AAAAAAAADcY/wB43lcg-oso/s72-c/Late.Jan.2010+012+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6494612564141954536</id><published>2011-02-03T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:22:30.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6494612564141954536?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6494612564141954536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6494612564141954536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6494612564141954536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6494612564141954536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7121533362667156081</id><published>2011-01-19T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:40:58.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Omaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmrxDAxJ4I/AAAAAAAADX8/h0DoS_LDt8k//nebraska.photos+016+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmrxDAxJ4I/AAAAAAAADX8/h0DoS_LDt8k//nebraska.photos+016+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 31st Debbi and kids left town, and so did we.&amp;nbsp; Permantantly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since our celebrations lasted all month we were able to leave quietly in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Goodbye, Omaha.&amp;nbsp; You've been good to us.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am thankful to an amazing ward.&amp;nbsp; To the people who have taught us&amp;nbsp;much, shown us love and are truley examples of righteousness.&amp;nbsp; Our callings, &amp;nbsp;for the opportunites to serve.&amp;nbsp; And serve some more.&amp;nbsp; But more abundantly the chance to grow as individuals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am thankful to the schools for the&amp;nbsp;talented teachers that&amp;nbsp;cared for my children as if they were their own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel forever grateful&amp;nbsp;to the patient and dedicated&amp;nbsp;aides that helped Zachary everyday.&amp;nbsp; They saved the day...more times than I can remember.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And,&amp;nbsp;the friends who&amp;nbsp;brightened our days and lifted our burdens.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful&amp;nbsp;to our friends for the many nights of hysterical laughter... We will&amp;nbsp;miss you, Omaha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sioux Falls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmsvtZ7Q-I/AAAAAAAADYA/7gR2W-1gFHs/s1600/ave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmsvtZ7Q-I/AAAAAAAADYA/7gR2W-1gFHs//ave.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's only been 2 week but I am happy to report my children&amp;nbsp;love it here.&amp;nbsp; They have&amp;nbsp;met many friends and are fitting right in.&amp;nbsp; The social scene, as you know is most important to school aged children.&amp;nbsp; It's going better than expected and that makes me one happy mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we think there is a lot of snow, and it's very cold.&amp;nbsp; But the people are friendly; down- home "midwest" style.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And the sunsets are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsE2yAe0MI/AAAAAAAADao/p12_TMzeIhY/0/DSC00749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsE2yAe0MI/AAAAAAAADao/p12_TMzeIhY//DSC00749.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this pic was taken out the car window, while driving.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A visit&amp;nbsp;out to Sioux Falls in Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here....I updated thru Dec.&amp;nbsp; Yay me.&amp;nbsp; Please overlook all the spelling mistakes.&amp;nbsp; It's late, lots of posts'...lots of words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7121533362667156081?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7121533362667156081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7121533362667156081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7121533362667156081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7121533362667156081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-omaha.html' title='Goodbye Omaha'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-9195507529908466904</id><published>2011-01-01T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:39:55.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New blog, new home</title><content type='html'>In a New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TT0Cytd1cMI/AAAAAAAADbs/ht-1SCJ7wTw//Jan.2011%2B013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TT0Cytd1cMI/AAAAAAAADbs/ht-1SCJ7wTw/s400/Jan.2011%2B013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparking Cider New Years Eve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's to the New Year which will bring us new adventures, experiences, life lessons and opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;May they be blessed. 2011, let it rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-9195507529908466904?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/9195507529908466904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=9195507529908466904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/9195507529908466904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/9195507529908466904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog-new-home.html' title='New blog, new home'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TT0Cytd1cMI/AAAAAAAADbs/ht-1SCJ7wTw/s72-c/Jan.2011%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2480602916621746226</id><published>2010-12-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:24:02.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>C e l e b r a t e...good times</title><content type='html'>Before we left town, the week after Christmas we got together with a few our friends to say goodbye. Our schedule was crazy, everything was changing. With short notice The Pattersons and The Fentons threw this little get together for us. We had a wonderful night, so thankful for the chance to see friends and say goodbye one last time. Mostly, we know that we will see many of our friends again. For we have made lifelong friends here in Omaha. We are lucky. However, it was nice to have this final evening in Omaha together. You can never really go back, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad I don't have any other pictures of the evening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here is one with the Patterson&amp;nbsp;kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTynWpxugYI/AAAAAAAADbU/V0Vq_XgnFfI//patty.andkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTynWpxugYI/AAAAAAAADbU/V0Vq_XgnFfI//patty.andkids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2480602916621746226?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2480602916621746226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2480602916621746226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2480602916621746226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2480602916621746226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-e-l-e-b-r-t-egood-times.html' title='C e l e b r a t e...good times'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7712354069256118638</id><published>2010-12-25T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:24:59.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Santa came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TToxYXiNZeI/AAAAAAAADaI/LQwctsW218Y/0/Dec.24.2010+171+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TToxYXiNZeI/AAAAAAAADaI/LQwctsW218Y//Dec.24.2010+171+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Christmas morning&amp;nbsp;was delightful.&amp;nbsp; It was especially fun to share it with Tati and Danny.&amp;nbsp; A houseful of kids brings a lot of choas&amp;nbsp;mixed in with&amp;nbsp;laughter and joy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will never forget the big beaming smiles stretched from ear to ear on each of the kids faces.&amp;nbsp; There is a childlike wonder and twinkle in the eye of everyone on Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; Santa spoiled the kids this year and we played with our new toys all day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In our PJ's... till late in the day.&amp;nbsp; Perfect.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Christmas Eve tradition is new jammies.&amp;nbsp; This year the theme was Nebraska "Huskers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TToyQBj-77I/AAAAAAAADaM/z9gRT210G_8//Dec.24.2010+175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TToyQBj-77I/AAAAAAAADaM/z9gRT210G_8//Dec.24.2010+175.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the opening begins.&amp;nbsp; This year we started about 7:30 and finished at 11:00.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSFpvOd_I/AAAAAAAADas/3PO39GNTiPU/s1600/a.and.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="584" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSFpvOd_I/AAAAAAAADas/3PO39GNTiPU/s640/a.and.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSaSJO0FI/AAAAAAAADaw/b8xg_UNsvas/s1600/z.christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSaSJO0FI/AAAAAAAADaw/b8xg_UNsvas/s640/z.christmas.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSxy6P2AI/AAAAAAAADa0/wPf3IMMuwrI/s1600/e.guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSxy6P2AI/AAAAAAAADa0/wPf3IMMuwrI/s640/e.guitar.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuS_EgGujI/AAAAAAAADa4/1RdFkcbt4B4/s1600/Dec.24.2010+305+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="628" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuS_EgGujI/AAAAAAAADa4/1RdFkcbt4B4/s640/Dec.24.2010+305+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuTYETRulI/AAAAAAAADa8/DMdX6-tOb64/s1600/d.and.e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuTYETRulI/AAAAAAAADa8/DMdX6-tOb64/s640/d.and.e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuTtqm9v3I/AAAAAAAADbA/7Gpy6HTcdZ4/s1600/tati+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="614" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuTtqm9v3I/AAAAAAAADbA/7Gpy6HTcdZ4/s640/tati+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuT2GUaSdI/AAAAAAAADbE/1oPZD0ZB8nI/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuT2GUaSdI/AAAAAAAADbE/1oPZD0ZB8nI/s640/z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuUv1QwFFI/AAAAAAAADbI/I00oBLgwTz0/s1600/ave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="634" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuUv1QwFFI/AAAAAAAADbI/I00oBLgwTz0/s640/ave.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think, all in all the kids got everything they wanted from Santa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The grandparents, of coursed pulled through with special gifts as well.&amp;nbsp; Ellie's favorite gift, &amp;nbsp;hands down was her guitar.&amp;nbsp; She is really good at it and&amp;nbsp;ready to start lessons Feb 1st.&amp;nbsp; Avery has many favorites but I think she likes both the American Girl bed and Salon Chair best.&amp;nbsp; Zach, hard to tell.&amp;nbsp; But, I think his fav. is a gift that he chose himself.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; exchanged a video game from Santa&amp;nbsp; for a camera.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Likes a lot.&amp;nbsp; Although, he loves his boots and will plan entire outfits around&amp;nbsp;those boots.&amp;nbsp; It's a toss up.&amp;nbsp; I think as a family we most enjoy the "just dance."&amp;nbsp; That game is FUN.&amp;nbsp; Also, the Wii FIT is awesome.&amp;nbsp; We also got an amp with microphone, really helps with the impromptu concerts and shows in our&amp;nbsp;living room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like I said, spoiled kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7712354069256118638?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7712354069256118638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7712354069256118638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7712354069256118638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7712354069256118638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Santa came'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTuSFpvOd_I/AAAAAAAADas/3PO39GNTiPU/s72-c/a.and.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1193380695427082090</id><published>2010-12-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:36:33.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><title type='text'>The annual hunting trip with an invited guest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9lHt0N4I/AAAAAAAADbg/EkM26gXheAE/0/DSC00966+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9lHt0N4I/AAAAAAAADbg/EkM26gXheAE/DSC00966+copy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the big boys go on a pheasent hunting trip to Kansas.&amp;nbsp; This year they invited their little boys to join them.&amp;nbsp; Father/&amp;nbsp;Sons Hunting trip.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous about the trip.&amp;nbsp;How do I let go of the fear?&amp;nbsp; Guns. Freezing cold weather.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tough physical walking conditions.&amp;nbsp; Zach's not prepared.&amp;nbsp; How will&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;keep up?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Will he be happy?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I did know,&amp;nbsp; from the&amp;nbsp;bottom of my heart, &amp;nbsp;that Jeff would have Zach's best interest in mind at all times.&amp;nbsp; I knew Zach would be safe with his Dad by his side.&amp;nbsp; He would be in&amp;nbsp;good hands.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With that thought I kissed my boys and sent them off to Kansas with 6 other friends.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what fun was in store for them.&amp;nbsp; They walked many fields fields.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Zach got tired.&amp;nbsp; But, he hung in there like a champ.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With Jeff's help,&lt;em&gt; hand over hand&lt;/em&gt; he had the chance to shoot&amp;nbsp;a gun..&amp;nbsp; He was tough when he felt the kickback of the gun on his shoulder.&amp;nbsp;His favorite part was holding the birds,&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;he could look up close and examine the colors.&amp;nbsp; The boys (men included) ate nothing but junk food to the point of tummy aches.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Beef jerky was a main stable.&amp;nbsp; Potty humor took over all converstation.&amp;nbsp; The little boys were happy to just hang out and &amp;nbsp;"talk the talk" hunting style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9xQGBQ_I/AAAAAAAADbo/kpi3CKAKgUo/0/zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9xQGBQ_I/AAAAAAAADbo/kpi3CKAKgUo/zach.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; With all the excitement and physical exertion, the first night away&amp;nbsp;Zach had a seizure.&amp;nbsp; When he awoke after the medicine wore off, Jeff gave him the option to just hang out together or walk the fields again.&amp;nbsp; Zach didn't hestitate...he wanted to go out again.&amp;nbsp; This hunting thing...it's in his blood.&amp;nbsp; He loves it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I treasure this photo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is how I will forever remember Zachary.&amp;nbsp; Snuggling.&amp;nbsp; With Kiki.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing more precious or a better way to spend time&amp;nbsp;than snuggling with Zach.&amp;nbsp;It's true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9KFdF2xI/AAAAAAAADbY/lVocwJjElE8/s1600/Zach.kiki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9KFdF2xI/AAAAAAAADbY/lVocwJjElE8/s640/Zach.kiki.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This hunting trip brought so much happiness to Zach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For him, it was perfect.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So far in his 11 years, this was it, his favorite time spent.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He loves&amp;nbsp;his daddy and being "one of the boys"&amp;nbsp; And, with that being said. I will take my fear and throw it away.&amp;nbsp; It was worth every moment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So really, it was happiness for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9qsHg3PI/AAAAAAAADbk/4mbV4fK8IWg/0/DSC00973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9qsHg3PI/AAAAAAAADbk/4mbV4fK8IWg//DSC00973.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/1047408022807571668-1193380695427082090?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1193380695427082090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1193380695427082090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1193380695427082090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1193380695427082090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-hunting-trip-with-invited-guest.html' title='The annual hunting trip with an invited guest.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTz9lHt0N4I/AAAAAAAADbg/EkM26gXheAE/s72-c/DSC00966+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7207049692123499947</id><published>2010-12-18T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:10:41.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Our Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>While the boys are away the girls will play.&amp;nbsp; And,&amp;nbsp;my version of "playing" is a&amp;nbsp;night out with&amp;nbsp;dinner and theater.&amp;nbsp; I love that my girls love the exact same thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful to&amp;nbsp;Gigi for suggesting&amp;nbsp;the girls and I do something special and very girly while the boys are away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Great idea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I bought tickets to the Rose&amp;nbsp;Theater&amp;nbsp;to see&amp;nbsp;Peter Pan.&amp;nbsp; The Rose put on a wonderful production.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all enjoyed the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I especially loved watching the girls as they were so intrigued with the performance.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help to peek at them and smile as their eyes were glues to the stage watching every moment of the singing and dancing.&amp;nbsp;We started our night off with dinner at Neuman's.&amp;nbsp; Then off to the main event.&amp;nbsp; Followed up with a slumber party.&amp;nbsp; All 3 of us in our big bed.&amp;nbsp; What a lovely night, one that I will always remember.&amp;nbsp; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Namely... a&amp;nbsp;"going away"&amp;nbsp;surprise party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ellie has always secretly wished for&amp;nbsp;a surprise party, so this was the perfect send off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her good friend, car pool buddy and one of my favorite kiddos threw a bash for&amp;nbsp;Ellie and&amp;nbsp;friends to say "goodbye" &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To say she was excited would be understatment.&amp;nbsp; She was ecstatic!&amp;nbsp; She loved every mintute of it and thought about it for several days afterwards.&amp;nbsp; The girls gathered at Godfathers first and we brought Ellie in a few minutes later.&amp;nbsp; She was startled&amp;nbsp;when the girls yelled "surprise" but&amp;nbsp;quickly recovered when she realized it was a party.!&amp;nbsp;And, how happy she was....that she didn't really&amp;nbsp;have a dentist appointment at 6:30 on Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know it sounds like a lame cover on my part.&amp;nbsp; But, she threw me off gaurd one afternoon and to&amp;nbsp;protect the secret...&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;dentist&lt;/em&gt;... was the first thing out of my mouth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Really, &amp;nbsp;I need to work on my ability&amp;nbsp;to "mislead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just for the record she was really surprised!&amp;nbsp; Humm, Dentist, not so bad afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmu36b4HII/AAAAAAAADYE/_Px7qF62Hoc/0/nebraska.photos+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="598" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTmu36b4HII/AAAAAAAADYE/_Px7qF62Hoc//nebraska.photos+029.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had the whole party room to themselves.&amp;nbsp; They could be heard giggling, yelling, pulling pranks, planning their attempts to walk by the cute boys in the other room.&amp;nbsp; Giggling some more and plenty of boy talk.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsDRxAKEcI/AAAAAAAADag/vnPcYmBoQCk/nebraska.photos+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsDRxAKEcI/AAAAAAAADag/vnPcYmBoQCk//nebraska.photos+036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just for record sake.&amp;nbsp; When the girls yelled "surprise" &amp;nbsp;Avery broke down in tears.&amp;nbsp; Sheer old fashion jealousy!&amp;nbsp; It's hard on a little 6 year old to watch your sister celebrate and to not feel included.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At least it is for Avery.&amp;nbsp; She was broken hearted for a&amp;nbsp;short time&amp;nbsp;but recovered with the chance to hang out with Katherine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Katherine came to her rescue.&amp;nbsp; That's what the Lentsch's do...save the day.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsDb8hCgdI/AAAAAAAADak/PWmOxgvxERk/0/nebraska.photos+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTsDb8hCgdI/AAAAAAAADak/PWmOxgvxERk//nebraska.photos+065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Lentsch family provided the girls with pizza, cake and the girls contributed to "going away" gifts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9M5O8U9I/AAAAAAAADaQ/MvKrIgrz71o/0/nebraska.photos+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="570" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9M5O8U9I/AAAAAAAADaQ/MvKrIgrz71o//nebraska.photos+040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9YmhCcpI/AAAAAAAADaU/X7TSwjUMstY/0/nebraska.photos+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9YmhCcpI/AAAAAAAADaU/X7TSwjUMstY/nebraska.photos+045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9iVriRWI/AAAAAAAADaY/DYntrvEGZ5M/0/nebraska.photos+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="489" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9iVriRWI/AAAAAAAADaY/DYntrvEGZ5M/nebraska.photos+066.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9xivk_aI/AAAAAAAADac/9UJEceQrxtY/0/nebraska.photos+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9xivk_aI/AAAAAAAADac/9UJEceQrxtY//nebraska.photos+081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She missed her friend, Kylie who was out of town.&amp;nbsp; The girls were cute and always remembered Kylie when signing her cards and gifts.&amp;nbsp; (Kylie later&amp;nbsp;surprises Ellie with her all time&amp;nbsp;fav photo gift, wink.wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are so thankful to the Lentsch family.&amp;nbsp; They are great friends and we will miss them immensly.&amp;nbsp; Emma is a kind, thoughtful girl and a wonderful example to her peers.&amp;nbsp; Especially Zachary and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTujNvWg8FI/AAAAAAAADbQ/Icx8Vw2atio/0/nebraska.photos+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTujNvWg8FI/AAAAAAAADbQ/Icx8Vw2atio//nebraska.photos+046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6769136795298634623?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6769136795298634623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6769136795298634623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6769136795298634623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6769136795298634623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm-there-are-few-fun-things-about.html' title='Hmm, there are a few fun things about moving...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTr9YmhCcpI/AAAAAAAADaU/X7TSwjUMstY/s72-c/nebraska.photos+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2637371145677972520</id><published>2010-12-16T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:05:58.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Create and Celebrate</title><content type='html'>Avery chose to have her 7th birthday party at "Create" this year.&amp;nbsp; And, what a great choice.&amp;nbsp; This place is a crafters paradise.&amp;nbsp; They were booked on her actual birthday so we had her party on Dec 17th this year.&amp;nbsp; Avery chose the project&amp;nbsp;she wanted the kids to make during the party.&amp;nbsp; A big canvas to paint.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She knew Mason would love this project as well.&amp;nbsp; She is always on the look out for her "bestie"&amp;nbsp; I had some t-shirts made for the kids to wear as "art shirts"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a hit.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved having the same shirt as their friends.&amp;nbsp; "It's great to create and celebrate" &amp;nbsp;was our motton this year.&amp;nbsp; The owner of the shop loved the slogan so much she took pictures of the kids for her own use.&amp;nbsp; How could she resist&amp;nbsp;such cute kids!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery was very concientious with her painting.&amp;nbsp; An owl.&amp;nbsp; Her very own idea.&amp;nbsp; I love it....awesome&amp;nbsp;wings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTe6RAHzrQI/AAAAAAAADXk/aUF8Y9iqyAk//Dec.24.2010+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="588" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTe6RAHzrQI/AAAAAAAADXk/aUF8Y9iqyAk//Dec.24.2010+095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My heart melts with these two happy faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTjmuvE23MI/AAAAAAAADXw/rqEYyVRSWGA//Dec.24.2010+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="582" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTjmuvE23MI/AAAAAAAADXw/rqEYyVRSWGA//Dec.24.2010+110.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2637371145677972520?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2637371145677972520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2637371145677972520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2637371145677972520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2637371145677972520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/create-and-celebrate.html' title='Create and Celebrate'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8823147628872897837</id><published>2010-12-15T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:25:49.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>This December...</title><content type='html'>December 2010.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What can I say about this past December?&amp;nbsp; We sold our house the beginning of the month and I was in over my head from that point forward.&amp;nbsp; Jeff traveled for most of the month.&amp;nbsp; His new position as DM and training in NYC back to back kept him busy.&amp;nbsp; Parties&amp;nbsp;and celebrations beyond the usual Christmas festivites kept the kids and myself busy.&amp;nbsp; Emotional stress of the month took a toll as well.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time I didn't know if I was coming or going.&amp;nbsp; And, forget about doing&amp;nbsp;the "traditional" things of Dec, if it wasn't bare necessity, it didn't get done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the middle of the month before we put any decorations up.&amp;nbsp; And, even then it was minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's get some Christmas up in here."&amp;nbsp;In the begining stages.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTkDkdddAtI/AAAAAAAADX0/uRd5cbQXGT4//nebraska.photos+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTkDkdddAtI/AAAAAAAADX0/uRd5cbQXGT4//nebraska.photos+076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do not recommend planning a move in December.&amp;nbsp; Really messes up your mojo for the holidays.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know that the one thing that should never be left undone is the celebration of&amp;nbsp;our Savior and His life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not just during December....but, all year long.&amp;nbsp; Remember Him always.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while it wasn't the most decorated and "festive" Christmas season of all, it was magical and meaningful all the same. Jeff parents joined us for the holidays and as always we enjoyed our time. As a special treat Debbi and kids flew in to Omaha to be with family for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;were so thankul to have in our home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A house full of company and&amp;nbsp;playing together is just the way the month is meant to be.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTkGjaVYSGI/AAAAAAAADX4/IjTPo2UmfBM//Dec.24.2010+158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TTkGjaVYSGI/AAAAAAAADX4/IjTPo2UmfBM//Dec.24.2010+158.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8823147628872897837?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8823147628872897837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8823147628872897837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8823147628872897837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8823147628872897837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-december.html' title='This December...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8100538698086703280</id><published>2010-12-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:24:01.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Avery Hope turned 7&amp;nbsp;and is growing up right before our very eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPw3DLGMGRI/AAAAAAAADUk/-cHTJZNpCTM//avebywall+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPw3DLGMGRI/AAAAAAAADUk/-cHTJZNpCTM//avebywall+copy.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is the kind of girl mothers dream of!&amp;nbsp; And, every day gets better.&amp;nbsp;Avery brings a&amp;nbsp;calm, sensible side to the Anderson home.&amp;nbsp; She is compassionate and&amp;nbsp;wise beyond her years.&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for the HOPE that she brings to our family.&amp;nbsp; And, the joy that radiates from her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy birthday&amp;nbsp;to our little sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We celebrated her birthday on Saturday with a dinner out to her favorite restaurant, Texas Roadhouse.&amp;nbsp; We came home to cake and ice cream.&amp;nbsp; She really wanted an American Girl cake, and so I designed the perfect cake...and had walmart decorate it.&amp;nbsp; Ha.&amp;nbsp; I highly recomend the ease and convience of&amp;nbsp; that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1zDjL9GwI/AAAAAAAADU4/FpLEpxHxv6Q//cakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1zDjL9GwI/AAAAAAAADU4/FpLEpxHxv6Q//cakes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is so fun to buy presents for because she loves everything.&amp;nbsp;She likes&amp;nbsp; "make believe"&amp;nbsp;play &amp;nbsp;but also&amp;nbsp;gets excited for all toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this gift,&amp;nbsp;"fur real" doggy from Gigi and Papa was her favorite.&amp;nbsp; She named&amp;nbsp;her pet, Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1Lrx3ca8I/AAAAAAAADUw/jhoQ29lojWo//Dec.5th.2010+024+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1Lrx3ca8I/AAAAAAAADUw/jhoQ29lojWo//Dec.5th.2010+024+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we celebrated early (due to Jeff being out of town ) on Sunday&amp;nbsp;we just had a special dessert.&amp;nbsp; Chocolate fondue.&amp;nbsp; The sort of "white trash" version, since our fondue pot and utensils are already packed.&amp;nbsp; We used a pot and&amp;nbsp;plastic forks.&amp;nbsp; But, hey when you are dipping treats in chocolate...who cares what you use.&amp;nbsp; All the&amp;nbsp;kids loved it.&amp;nbsp; Infact, I think the twins loved it most.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1y5t8jjpI/AAAAAAAADU0/NtPoM5CvRx0//fondue+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TP1y5t8jjpI/AAAAAAAADU0/NtPoM5CvRx0//fondue+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the whole evening was when Avery said our nightly prayers and&amp;nbsp;mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I'm thankful for feeling so special today, I hope the twins feel special on their birthday too."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... that right there, &amp;nbsp;sums up Avery.&amp;nbsp; Always recognizing the good, and wishing it for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8100538698086703280?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8100538698086703280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8100538698086703280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8100538698086703280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8100538698086703280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-sunshine.html' title='Happy Birthday Sunshine'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2064708911334187428</id><published>2010-12-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:15:20.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T is for Thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtXfqKebpI/AAAAAAAADTY/85u_6Zo6q_8//nov.2010+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtXfqKebpI/AAAAAAAADTY/85u_6Zo6q_8//nov.2010+107.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avery had 2 parts in the&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving Day play this year.&amp;nbsp; Jeff and I went to the school, watched her perform and couldn't wipe the smiles off our face.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She had her parts memorized and used expression when she spoke.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She had been working on&amp;nbsp; her "expressive voice" and by golly she did a great job.&amp;nbsp; She was nervous but you really couldn't tell from the audience...she said her part with such confidence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we hit the highway for Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Williams family all came together for&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were lucky to have Irene, Kat's sister and mom, Mrs. Zervas join us this year as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtbnD5u9cI/AAAAAAAADT0/ysUxummKTCg//rob.kat.moms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtbnD5u9cI/AAAAAAAADT0/ysUxummKTCg//rob.kat.moms.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We had a wonderful weekend and spent Thanksgiving in a very traditional way.&amp;nbsp; Which&amp;nbsp;is exactly the way it should be, if you ask me.&amp;nbsp; Mom outdid herself with amazing food.&amp;nbsp; We started the day with a delicious brunch, then appetizers (yummy mini cupcakes, all the way from New York) and of course the main event...a big turkey dinner.&amp;nbsp;Needless to say, we were all stuffed and happy.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, traditional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cousins were cute as pie.&amp;nbsp; The girls played together so well that no one was ever left out or had hurt feelings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Baby Charlie (who is so darn cute and not really a baby anymore)&amp;nbsp; was crazy for&amp;nbsp;Zachary.&amp;nbsp; He followed him around all day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zachary wasn't quite sure how to respond to all this new&amp;nbsp;attention placed upon him.&amp;nbsp;Many times you could over hear Zach asking "why is he following me?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, even though&amp;nbsp;he enjoyed having a pal for the weekend his affections were drawn to Irene and Kat.&amp;nbsp; Always the pretty girls.&amp;nbsp; They were gracious and loved him up.&amp;nbsp; With that being said...his heart will always belong&amp;nbsp;to his&amp;nbsp;uncle Robby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy o boy, &amp;nbsp;do the kids love their uncle robby.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtiHFbfV1I/AAAAAAAADUg/1G4AP3Mc1JI//rob.zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtiHFbfV1I/AAAAAAAADUg/1G4AP3Mc1JI//rob.zach.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtcPvhVMGI/AAAAAAAADT4/LDDQD1jEYQE//nov.2010+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtcPvhVMGI/AAAAAAAADT4/LDDQD1jEYQE//nov.2010+115.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtbMFNoLvI/AAAAAAAADTw/K3wxd8B95n8//ellie.lily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtbMFNoLvI/AAAAAAAADTw/K3wxd8B95n8//ellie.lily.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;look at my beautiful sisters.&amp;nbsp; Inside and out.&amp;nbsp; Chrissy, Irene, and Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPteqXBDYbI/AAAAAAAADUU/xt-3HaYyQ4g//nov.2010+155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPteqXBDYbI/AAAAAAAADUU/xt-3HaYyQ4g//nov.2010+155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We kept ourselves entertained.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtZ-uxTpUI/AAAAAAAADTg/y0hU1-q6YHc//t.day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtZ-uxTpUI/AAAAAAAADTg/y0hU1-q6YHc/s640/t.day.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaXWYlAEI/AAAAAAAADTk/Q24KH3ETJRY//nov.2010+152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaXWYlAEI/AAAAAAAADTk/Q24KH3ETJRY//nov.2010+152.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtdexprFOI/AAAAAAAADUA/zdWDtD257Mc//nov.2010+149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtdexprFOI/AAAAAAAADUA/zdWDtD257Mc//nov.2010+149.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;even found some time to relax &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaj7CvtoI/AAAAAAAADTo/52hDYD5A-OY//nov.2010+151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaj7CvtoI/AAAAAAAADTo/52hDYD5A-OY//nov.2010+151.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi had some help in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaztLgfRI/AAAAAAAADTs/oJABu6tG414//nov.2010+128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtaztLgfRI/AAAAAAAADTs/oJABu6tG414//nov.2010+128.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am thankful to my parents for hosting us all and the choas that follows.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp; had&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;fabulous Thanksgiving weekend.&amp;nbsp; I have such gratitude in my heart for a family that gathers around the table together.&amp;nbsp; To count our many blessings.&amp;nbsp; This is what Thanksgiving is all about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtfIKCdWqI/AAAAAAAADUY/n0U4regCHo4//nov.2010+160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtfIKCdWqI/AAAAAAAADUY/n0U4regCHo4//nov.2010+160.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtfWeYN6RI/AAAAAAAADUc/UGeFs2ulJ5o//nov.2010+162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtfWeYN6RI/AAAAAAAADUc/UGeFs2ulJ5o//nov.2010+162.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2064708911334187428?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2064708911334187428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2064708911334187428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2064708911334187428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2064708911334187428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TPtZ-uxTpUI/AAAAAAAADTg/y0hU1-q6YHc/s72-c/t.day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6748311329285287004</id><published>2010-11-20T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:37:30.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Kansas City</title><content type='html'>Weekend getaways are so refreshing!&amp;nbsp; And this family needed a break.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We planned&amp;nbsp;our escape to Kansas City for the begining of November.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect timing as we avoided 2 showings and&amp;nbsp;1 open house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Providing us the much needed relief&amp;nbsp;from the constant cleaning that comes with having your home on the market.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And all the while, I&amp;nbsp;had dreamed of taking the kids to Kalidescope to let their imagination run wild.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While Jeff&amp;nbsp;craved some famous KC BBQ.&amp;nbsp; Kansas City was calling our name!&amp;nbsp;Just one last time before we pack up and head north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We stayed at&amp;nbsp;this fantastic boutique hotel.&amp;nbsp; I love Priceline, we got a&amp;nbsp;steal&amp;nbsp;on this&amp;nbsp;sweet room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSQoeenIqI/AAAAAAAADSs/Lz-AdwqqLvY//2469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSQoeenIqI/AAAAAAAADSs/Lz-AdwqqLvY//2469.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which looked like this... the very next morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSRFCUNG6I/AAAAAAAADSw/ATEsluu6RtU//2470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSRFCUNG6I/AAAAAAAADSw/ATEsluu6RtU//2470.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see what I see?&amp;nbsp; One child in his undies! One child wearing no&amp;nbsp;pants!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And one big husband hiding behind the blanket?&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; That's my family and I couldn't love them more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kalidescope is an awesome arts and crafts center for kids.&amp;nbsp; I went there as a child myself and have&amp;nbsp;longed to return&amp;nbsp;someday.&amp;nbsp; It was every bit of what I remember and even more fun when&amp;nbsp; sharing it with your own children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the giant kalidescope that projects on the wall.&amp;nbsp; Zachary could of stayed forever just watching it change.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aweome.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSS2TNc--I/AAAAAAAADS0/VJCy8eYTojQ/s1600/2454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSS2TNc--I/AAAAAAAADS0/VJCy8eYTojQ/s640/2454.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this&amp;nbsp;cool camera&amp;nbsp;projects&amp;nbsp;an image on&amp;nbsp;movie screen.&amp;nbsp; In the pitch black.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSTCfrCREI/AAAAAAAADS4/pEA7Czc5t_A/s1600/2455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSTCfrCREI/AAAAAAAADS4/pEA7Czc5t_A//2455.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Glow in the dark painting.&amp;nbsp; A favorite.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOST2WnWP9I/AAAAAAAADS8/rih7m8ykF28/s1600/2457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="534" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOST2WnWP9I/AAAAAAAADS8/rih7m8ykF28//2457.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Lovie Doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSUc5CoHTI/AAAAAAAADTE/N1jIerfMVBE/s1600/2471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSUc5CoHTI/AAAAAAAADTE/N1jIerfMVBE//2471.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How cute are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSUp55NbgI/AAAAAAAADTI/1vaKuD0yx5Q/s1600/2477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSUp55NbgI/AAAAAAAADTI/1vaKuD0yx5Q//2477.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture speaks volumes.&amp;nbsp;Ellie is&amp;nbsp;showering Avery with hugs and smiles.&amp;nbsp;While Zachary is keeping his eye on Ellie. Watching her every move and following her lead.&amp;nbsp;Avery, front and center is thriving on the attention.&amp;nbsp;These three&amp;nbsp;were meant to be together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSU25NG9tI/AAAAAAAADTM/favL_wqOuy4/s1600/2483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSU25NG9tI/AAAAAAAADTM/favL_wqOuy4//2483.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/1047408022807571668-6748311329285287004?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6748311329285287004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6748311329285287004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6748311329285287004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6748311329285287004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-kansas-city.html' title='I love Kansas City'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TOSS2TNc--I/AAAAAAAADS0/VJCy8eYTojQ/s72-c/2454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4755747369733845244</id><published>2010-11-10T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:01:59.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Ribbon Week</title><content type='html'>No one loves red ribbon week more than Avery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This girl adores school...&amp;nbsp;so any opportunity to show&amp;nbsp; school spirit is right up her alley.&amp;nbsp; Infact, I think going to school each day is&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;hightlight of her life.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Everyday of the week is a designated "dress up" day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was all over&amp;nbsp;it. But, let's face it..it was her mom who got&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;the outfits ready for her.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The secret is out...I love&amp;nbsp;red ribbon week as much as Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy hair day.&amp;nbsp; (Avery has been planning and looking forward to crazy hair day for at least a year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoQiv3svDI/AAAAAAAADSc/MWW4fep_cHw//2422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoQiv3svDI/AAAAAAAADSc/MWW4fep_cHw//2422.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite Team Jersey day.&amp;nbsp; Who knew we would become Husker Fans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoQooSuymI/AAAAAAAADSg/GzaStxsaknU//2430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoQooSuymI/AAAAAAAADSg/GzaStxsaknU//2430.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super Hero Day.&amp;nbsp; Avery is "Smart Power Girl".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoUhhybDlI/AAAAAAAADSk/MDh_KZ5W3qU//2427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoUhhybDlI/AAAAAAAADSk/MDh_KZ5W3qU//2427.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;School Colors day.&amp;nbsp; Red, white, and blue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoUpdUpFhI/AAAAAAAADSo/hkekizXzREk//2433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="608" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNoUpdUpFhI/AAAAAAAADSo/hkekizXzREk//2433.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah,&amp;nbsp;shucks.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We forgot to take a picture of jammie day.&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say, she was cute and cozy all bundled up in her P.J's and robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4755747369733845244?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4755747369733845244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4755747369733845244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4755747369733845244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4755747369733845244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-ribbon-week.html' title='Red Ribbon Week'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-345760966795745359</id><published>2010-11-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T07:51:17.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It's the post party wrap up</title><content type='html'>OK.&amp;nbsp; I'm so over Halloween&amp;nbsp;right now....but I need to post the pics of all of the&amp;nbsp;parties around here. I know I will want to remember the festivities in&amp;nbsp;years to come. So here is the wrap up Halloween 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the twins were&amp;nbsp;5 I had a Halloween party for them. So, it seems only fair that I should do the same for Avery. And,I love, love, love little kids in costume.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;enjoyed every minute of&amp;nbsp;it,&amp;nbsp;and I know Avery did as well.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was a simple and short get together with 5 of Avery's classmates. We ate spooky snacks, played scary games, and made an evil bat craft.&amp;nbsp; Ok, so it's not so evil....but very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJSnJMiEI/AAAAAAAADSI/asJhEw7bFpg//hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJSnJMiEI/AAAAAAAADSI/asJhEw7bFpg//hall.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary and Ellie were invited to a 6th grade Hallween party at Kadi's home.&amp;nbsp;Zachary only stayed for a short while before Jeff picked him up for a "guys night out". As you know, for&amp;nbsp;Zach this is better than any party with a room full of&amp;nbsp; loud girls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The music blarred in the backround and the kids mingled&amp;nbsp;with one another.&amp;nbsp;Lots of laughing.&amp;nbsp; Ellie stayed until the end at 10:00. She had so much fun and was a little chatterbox on the ride home.&amp;nbsp;I think she mostly&amp;nbsp;liked the independance of staying out late. Alone. With 25&amp;nbsp;cute girls. &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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJgiehixI/AAAAAAAADSM/RQoOQNo0QZ4//kadi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="544" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJgiehixI/AAAAAAAADSM/RQoOQNo0QZ4//kadi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a blast at the annual Patterson/Keiser Halloween party. There were so many creative and downright Awesome costumes this year. Everyone went all out. Well, except us. This year we were preoccupied with selling our home and all that goes along with moving.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, I just&amp;nbsp;couldn't devote much time or attention to the costume (I guess I have a&amp;nbsp;one track mind when&amp;nbsp;our house is on the market.)&amp;nbsp; We went down the "easy " road and came up with Tacky Hawaiian Tourists. But, it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJzsWFzeI/AAAAAAAADSQ/DpkgZhRXd7g//costumeparty.2010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJzsWFzeI/AAAAAAAADSQ/DpkgZhRXd7g//costumeparty.2010+008.JPG" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out these costumes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bummer, &amp;nbsp;I didn't get a picture of everyone. Sorry.&amp;nbsp; I noticed I am missing Darren Keiser as Nacho Libre.&amp;nbsp; And, he was absolutetly hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJ8JFW9SI/AAAAAAAADSU/aKdbvI2kVZ8//party.oct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjJ8JFW9SI/AAAAAAAADSU/aKdbvI2kVZ8//party.oct.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjKF8jiG7I/AAAAAAAADSY/2c7yMi97aUw//oct.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNjKF8jiG7I/AAAAAAAADSY/2c7yMi97aUw//oct.20.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-345760966795745359?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/345760966795745359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=345760966795745359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/345760966795745359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/345760966795745359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-post-party-wrap-up.html' title='It&apos;s the post party wrap up'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5926429604857065850</id><published>2010-11-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:13:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>Each year we look forward to the church's Halloween party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is always loads&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;fun with buckets of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNCz2koh0FI/AAAAAAAADRY/VcsUImlI4AE//oct.10+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="562" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNCz2koh0FI/AAAAAAAADRY/VcsUImlI4AE//oct.10+085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We played with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC0CIbWT3I/AAAAAAAADRc/7syF862yK84//oct.10+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="530" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC0CIbWT3I/AAAAAAAADRc/7syF862yK84//oct.10+072.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC0LPmOiuI/AAAAAAAADRg/gzdEtLBCzGI/oct.10+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC0LPmOiuI/AAAAAAAADRg/gzdEtLBCzGI//oct.10+076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We go inside for a chili cornbread dinner/contest.&amp;nbsp; It's usually chaotic.&amp;nbsp; Hard to convince the kids to sit down and eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Looks like&amp;nbsp;Zachary has spotted Dave's lollipop and can't his eyes off it.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNDf5wSf0yI/AAAAAAAADR8/ibTSlzf8tT0//oct.10+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNDf5wSf0yI/AAAAAAAADR8/ibTSlzf8tT0//oct.10+112.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, it's back outside to go trunk or treating.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Just what we have been waiting for...bags of candy.&amp;nbsp; A sugar high right before bedtime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids love it and I love to see the kids so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC4dbxnlTI/AAAAAAAADRo/I8ZUfLeCLBw//oct.10+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC4dbxnlTI/AAAAAAAADRo/I8ZUfLeCLBw//oct.10+120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course everyone decorates their trunk festive and spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oops...except us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC5SNHeFZI/AAAAAAAADRw/sx6ihLhzgss//oct.10+125+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC5SNHeFZI/AAAAAAAADRw/sx6ihLhzgss//oct.10+125+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(avery&amp;nbsp;really wanted to&amp;nbsp;help pass out candy.&amp;nbsp; So, after a couple of minutes of trunk or treating she sat with me and passed out the candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home, most important part of the night.&amp;nbsp; Checkin' out the goods.&amp;nbsp;Yummmmm. Candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC6HnquzII/AAAAAAAADR4/k8ALvSwB7NM//oct.10+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNC6HnquzII/AAAAAAAADR4/k8ALvSwB7NM//oct.10+140.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5926429604857065850?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5926429604857065850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5926429604857065850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5926429604857065850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5926429604857065850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5581829853504110508</id><published>2010-11-02T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:43:25.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my happy cheerleader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNClo_lEHCI/AAAAAAAADRI/OetzqmGIqbo/s1600/cheerleader+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNClo_lEHCI/AAAAAAAADRI/OetzqmGIqbo//cheerleader+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a mothers nightmare...I mean, a rebel rockstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNFoa82HXAI/AAAAAAAADSA/03PyxCxtQrs/s1600/rebel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNFoa82HXAI/AAAAAAAADSA/03PyxCxtQrs//rebel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a sweet toothfairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNFohGIJyoI/AAAAAAAADSE/O0rgVaYZOE4/s1600/toothfairy+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TNFohGIJyoI/AAAAAAAADSE/O0rgVaYZOE4//toothfairy+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a great halloween we have had this year.&amp;nbsp; I should mention it was "sweater only" weather each night that we dressed up and partied.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;couldn't be happier with a Hallow Eve that stays in the high 50's.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it to much to ask for this weather to stay throughout the winter months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yes.&amp;nbsp; Lots more Halloween pics to come.&amp;nbsp; Uhg, I need to get them up&amp;nbsp;soon before the life of Nov. takes me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5581829853504110508?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5581829853504110508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5581829853504110508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5581829853504110508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5581829853504110508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1485711700513419324</id><published>2010-10-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:46:42.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my favorite little rebel rockstar, toothfairy, and cheerleader.&lt;/div&gt;Stay tuned to see them in full character and costume.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the meantime, say hello to our little friends the jack-0-laterns.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TM27CCkM0TI/AAAAAAAADRE/BNr0VGulSDg/s1600/costumeparty.2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TM27CCkM0TI/AAAAAAAADRE/BNr0VGulSDg//costumeparty.2010+005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1485711700513419324?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1485711700513419324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1485711700513419324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1485711700513419324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1485711700513419324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-874251126425631002</id><published>2010-10-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:47:49.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>and so it begins</title><content type='html'>The festivites of Halloween start&amp;nbsp;early.&amp;nbsp; This year the spooktacular season was ushered in&amp;nbsp;with a "pumpkin day" for the first graders.&amp;nbsp; I volunteered to help with&amp;nbsp;the different stations&amp;nbsp;throughtout the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was assigned to the art station... the messy&amp;nbsp;but fun table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This year has been different for me because I haven't been volunteering&amp;nbsp;as much as usual.&amp;nbsp; I think the whole "house on the market thing"&amp;nbsp;has thrown me for a loop.&amp;nbsp; So it felt nice to be back in the mix of&amp;nbsp;6 year olds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love first graders!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TMZR7RzI4-I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Lv9ORAuuzaU/s1600/oct.10+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TMZR7RzI4-I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Lv9ORAuuzaU/s640/oct.10+006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TMZSDm-2QuI/AAAAAAAADRA/GggDK1e9Kkc/s1600/oct.10+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="526" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TMZSDm-2QuI/AAAAAAAADRA/GggDK1e9Kkc//oct.10+010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-874251126425631002?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/874251126425631002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=874251126425631002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/874251126425631002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/874251126425631002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TMZR7RzI4-I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Lv9ORAuuzaU/s72-c/oct.10+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6929668727421917142</id><published>2010-10-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:50:12.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><title type='text'>Gosh, I love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Suddenly I am thinking about all the things I love about Nebraska. I am big fan of Omaha... even when it's not cool to love Nebraska. I'll tell ya, it's not the humidity,&amp;nbsp;or the&amp;nbsp;lack of beauty (although, I have a strange love of cornfields).&amp;nbsp;Nope.&amp;nbsp; It's not&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;icy winter wind. It all stems from the community.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, family.&amp;nbsp; Most of all,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;goodness that comes from&amp;nbsp;being together.&amp;nbsp;The midwest instills this notion and even encourages it in the hearts of the people here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall happens to be our prized season. The sun shines bright&amp;nbsp;and ignites&amp;nbsp;the heartland.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many family community activites to focus on the beauty of a simple life. This is&amp;nbsp;the goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kimmel Apple Orchard is among my favorites.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;can you resist a day of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fresh apple cider, hot donuts,&amp;nbsp;bags of packed apples, hayrack ride, and a huge pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It just may be on my top 10!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These hot donuts are so delish.&amp;nbsp; We all&amp;nbsp;craved &amp;nbsp;them from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMYRUjw-kI/AAAAAAAADOQ/lHPC2OVNjBY/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMYRUjw-kI/AAAAAAAADOQ/lHPC2OVNjBY/s640/appleorchard.oct.2010+087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just Chillin'&amp;nbsp;on the hayrack ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMZqpmOEgI/AAAAAAAADPM/mM7q-Twig-U/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMZqpmOEgI/AAAAAAAADPM/mM7q-Twig-U//appleorchard.oct.2010+122.JPG" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMalBJO83I/AAAAAAAADP8/95npKqFSp0A/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMalBJO83I/AAAAAAAADP8/95npKqFSp0A//appleorchard.oct.2010+130.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Zachary was very choosy.&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't keep any apple with even the slightest imperfection.&amp;nbsp; He also ate many along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMamhiefvI/AAAAAAAADQA/Y2Noh-kJvHo/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMamhiefvI/AAAAAAAADQA/Y2Noh-kJvHo//appleorchard.oct.2010+134.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLManQYDqVI/AAAAAAAADQE/x0CXuPg01lQ/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLManQYDqVI/AAAAAAAADQE/x0CXuPg01lQ//appleorchard.oct.2010+145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, to this&amp;nbsp;six year old catching&amp;nbsp;butterflies was every bit as fun as picking apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMao8ILx9I/AAAAAAAADQM/57F8ySVwm7A/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMao8ILx9I/AAAAAAAADQM/57F8ySVwm7A//appleorchard.oct.2010+156.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The fruit of our labors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMapxOXgQI/AAAAAAAADQQ/4TYV1tAliaI/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMapxOXgQI/AAAAAAAADQQ/4TYV1tAliaI//appleorchard.oct.2010+158.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of goofin' off.&amp;nbsp; Avery is always willing to capture us on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMse2phgfI/AAAAAAAADQw/lWZ4Y8DeNPQ/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="596" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMse2phgfI/AAAAAAAADQw/lWZ4Y8DeNPQ//appleorchard.oct.2010+171.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On to the pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; Just a quick hayrack ride over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMar_j2siI/AAAAAAAADQY/VSsJO_LDb6E/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="420" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMar_j2siI/AAAAAAAADQY/VSsJO_LDb6E//appleorchard.oct.2010+191.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMatz9MLsI/AAAAAAAADQg/AylJktBVgD4/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMatz9MLsI/AAAAAAAADQg/AylJktBVgD4//appleorchard.oct.2010+201.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's a beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMaup05bPI/AAAAAAAADQk/urHs3_K4NIE/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="528" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMaup05bPI/AAAAAAAADQk/urHs3_K4NIE//appleorchard.oct.2010+211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until next year...&amp;nbsp; And, yes I hope to make it next year.&amp;nbsp; I don't think 3 hours is to far to drive for this kind of a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMfa3p5bkI/AAAAAAAADQo/7CmaPIFwI1U/s1600/appleorchard.oct.2010+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMfa3p5bkI/AAAAAAAADQo/7CmaPIFwI1U//appleorchard.oct.2010+081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6929668727421917142?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6929668727421917142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6929668727421917142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6929668727421917142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6929668727421917142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/10/gosh-i-love-it.html' title='Gosh, I love it.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TLMYRUjw-kI/AAAAAAAADOQ/lHPC2OVNjBY/s72-c/appleorchard.oct.2010+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6645212639720337647</id><published>2010-09-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:51:33.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><title type='text'>so now you know</title><content type='html'>This is the reason I am so behind on blogging.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqdnaGqIFI/AAAAAAAADMc/BK6jP5jcLi4/s1600/sept2010+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqdnaGqIFI/AAAAAAAADMc/BK6jP5jcLi4//sept2010+085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All because this cute guy works extra hard and got himself a&amp;nbsp;BIG FAT PROMOTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJql0hEmXGI/AAAAAAAADM0/05XerYjSX_I/s1600/jeffcamera.2010+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJql0hEmXGI/AAAAAAAADM0/05XerYjSX_I//jeffcamera.2010+045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;with this company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqmMNUr57I/AAAAAAAADM8/E70JQJ57pB4/s1600/pfizer-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqmMNUr57I/AAAAAAAADM8/E70JQJ57pB4//pfizer-logo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and so we are moving our family to this state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqnGYYP0nI/AAAAAAAADNE/p6nh3vJ1pIQ/s1600/comp_sd_seal1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJqnGYYP0nI/AAAAAAAADNE/p6nh3vJ1pIQ//comp_sd_seal1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are happy.&amp;nbsp; With&amp;nbsp;a touch of sadness in leaving&amp;nbsp;the goodness of&amp;nbsp;Omaha behind. &amp;nbsp;Wish us luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6645212639720337647?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6645212639720337647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6645212639720337647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6645212639720337647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6645212639720337647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-now-you-know.html' title='so now you know'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5704884382925509933</id><published>2010-09-22T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:53:17.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>summer wedding wrap up</title><content type='html'>The very last week of summer vacation we took off to a wedding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;By way of San Fran.&amp;nbsp; Up the coast.&amp;nbsp; To Mendencino.&amp;nbsp; Finally to Fort Bragg for the nuptiuals.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's brother, Ray married his long time girl friend, Althea.&amp;nbsp; And, lucky for all of us it was held on the cliffside overlooking the ocean.&amp;nbsp; With a beautiful lighthouse in the backdrop.&amp;nbsp; Weddings are such a joyous way to reconnect with family and spend time together.&amp;nbsp; The time was brief but we had a lovely visit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Based on the giggles alone we know that the girls had a blast&amp;nbsp;playing with their cousin, Kaylee.&amp;nbsp; Wish we could see them more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding: Althea, the Minister, Ray during the vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK5a-mMRnI/AAAAAAAADGY/AuTMMbry6qM/s1600/endofsummer2010+185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK5a-mMRnI/AAAAAAAADGY/AuTMMbry6qM/s640/endofsummer2010+185.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wedding party.&amp;nbsp; Dianne, Newell, Samantha, and Dusty (Althea's son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK6EldSDHI/AAAAAAAADGo/Ivcg56s-N8c/s1600/endofsummer2010+214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="556" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK6EldSDHI/AAAAAAAADGo/Ivcg56s-N8c//endofsummer2010+214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This lighthouse was charming.&amp;nbsp; I just loved the atomosphere of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK6k46MvbI/AAAAAAAADGw/zQtIFA7hK4c/s1600/endofsummer2010+219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK6k46MvbI/AAAAAAAADGw/zQtIFA7hK4c//endofsummer2010+219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy little girls.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK65ldH_mI/AAAAAAAADG4/Hea1bZ93mpE/s1600/endofsummer2010+159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK65ldH_mI/AAAAAAAADG4/Hea1bZ93mpE//endofsummer2010+159.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Watching the bride make her entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK7GV8uy_I/AAAAAAAADHA/eo4PalbniUA/s1600/endofsummer2010+154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK7GV8uy_I/AAAAAAAADHA/eo4PalbniUA//endofsummer2010+154.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hand and hand.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell there is 100 ft drop off?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK8HLSFBsI/AAAAAAAADHI/RJhkOyu46aA/s1600/endofsummer2010+210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK8HLSFBsI/AAAAAAAADHI/RJhkOyu46aA//endofsummer2010+210.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Samantha.&amp;nbsp; All of our kids love to hang with Samantha.&amp;nbsp; She is so good to them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK8XrQIdRI/AAAAAAAADHQ/UX6mEp51dj8/s1600/endofsummer2010+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK8XrQIdRI/AAAAAAAADHQ/UX6mEp51dj8//endofsummer2010+217.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love to capture moments like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK9GDlZ_QI/AAAAAAAADHg/7G8bBWL03AQ/s1600/endofsummer2010+222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK9GDlZ_QI/AAAAAAAADHg/7G8bBWL03AQ//endofsummer2010+222.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILCbLxzyUI/AAAAAAAADHo/jcG8tKnKu58/s1600/endofsummer2010+255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILCbLxzyUI/AAAAAAAADHo/jcG8tKnKu58//endofsummer2010+255.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILCwF4jfrI/AAAAAAAADH4/SezT6_dgLPI/s1600/endofsummer2010+257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILCwF4jfrI/AAAAAAAADH4/SezT6_dgLPI//endofsummer2010+257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILC7AvLS_I/AAAAAAAADIA/iSrv5zMBgUs/s1600/endofsummer2010+253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="528" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILC7AvLS_I/AAAAAAAADIA/iSrv5zMBgUs//endofsummer2010+253.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, this trip was not without a few "hiccups"&amp;nbsp; It was still a time wonderfully spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we had a few "snags" &amp;nbsp;in our days.&amp;nbsp; I want to remember that even though it was hard to gain perspective at the time, these little details only make it more memorable in the long run.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, remind me of the many smooth travels we have had.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; An error in travel times.&amp;nbsp; Booked on a flight leaving at 7:00 pm, instead of 7:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; pay a fee to change 3 of the flights.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; We fly on separate flights and airlines in order to save money.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; A four hour delay for 1/2 the family in Phoniex.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Although, this actually worked out in our favor as the other 1/2 of the family was due in at the same time as the "new" scheduled arrival.)&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; The airlines lost Jeff's bag.&amp;nbsp; It was scheduled to arrive at our hotel at midnight.&amp;nbsp; It's a no show.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Canceled and re-booked new hotel closer to the airport (due to a hiccup, explained later)&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Wake up early on the first&amp;nbsp;day to Zach having a seizure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Throwing up, sleeping Zach.&amp;nbsp; Skip all the plans we had scheduled for this day.&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Drive back to the airport to pick up Jeff's lost bag.&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Zach throws up in the car.&amp;nbsp; On Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Get on the road for Mendencino.&amp;nbsp; We think we have 3 hours ahead of us.&amp;nbsp; WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Jeff has the worse miagrain of his life.&amp;nbsp; I have to drive.&lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; 6 hours later we arrive. &lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; Miss the scheduled dinner.&lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jeff&amp;nbsp;was asked to&amp;nbsp;fly&amp;nbsp;to Denver and back &amp;nbsp;in the middle of our vacation.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Which should explain why we changed our hotel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An hour closer to the airport which we will take him to and fro all within&amp;nbsp;36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I get lost&amp;nbsp;on the San Franscio highway.&amp;nbsp;Yes, &amp;nbsp;I had the GPS.&amp;nbsp; Still.&lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I tour San Fran Gherdelli&amp;nbsp;square without Jeff.&amp;nbsp; Big fat bummer.&lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I get lost again on the San Fran. highway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had the GSP.&amp;nbsp; But, still.&lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;pay the 20.oo fare to ride the trolley.&amp;nbsp; Nobody cares about the trolley,&amp;nbsp;later take&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;cab.&lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; Jeff left his phone on the seat of his drivers car.&amp;nbsp; No cell phone; no direct communicating with him.&lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; Jeff's flight was delayed.&amp;nbsp;He arrives in at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;22.&amp;nbsp; The next morning Ellie and I depart for Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; All 5 of us meet up in Phoniex, just in time for the worst "dust storm" in years.&lt;br /&gt;All flights grounded till 1:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;24.&amp;nbsp; Finally, &amp;nbsp;arrive back in Omaha at 4:00 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And, the kids never knew any better.&amp;nbsp; They had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more of our San Fransico treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5704884382925509933?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5704884382925509933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5704884382925509933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5704884382925509933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5704884382925509933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-wedding-wrap-up.html' title='summer wedding wrap up'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIK5a-mMRnI/AAAAAAAADGY/AuTMMbry6qM/s72-c/endofsummer2010+185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2840696208849863269</id><published>2010-09-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:55:19.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>San Fran</title><content type='html'>San Fransico is fantastic. I love the energy in the city. The weather was colder than we are used to and very foggy. Typical for San Fran. Still, it was hard for me to pack and prepare for such weather since I was leaving 98 degrees with intense humidity. We&amp;nbsp;felt the climate change immediaetly&amp;nbsp;and purchased fleece coats.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Typical for the Andersons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Gate Bridge.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we did the touristy things.&amp;nbsp; You can't help it when you have 3 little ones to entertain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILqc8S84qI/AAAAAAAADIU/4MlkEPmesSY/s1600/endofsummer2010+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILqc8S84qI/AAAAAAAADIU/4MlkEPmesSY//endofsummer2010+067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILxYBCADZI/AAAAAAAADI8/NyZSTl-ArRE/s1600/fishermanswharf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILxYBCADZI/AAAAAAAADI8/NyZSTl-ArRE//fishermanswharf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman's Wharf.&amp;nbsp; Yummmm, crab.&amp;nbsp; Zach was in his element.&amp;nbsp; He was all over it.&amp;nbsp; Of course, most of&amp;nbsp;his thrill comes from cracking and peeling it himself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILrdm2wAuI/AAAAAAAADIs/3sIb85ExMM0/s1600/endofsummer2010+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TILrdm2wAuI/AAAAAAAADIs/3sIb85ExMM0//endofsummer2010+042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pier 39.&amp;nbsp; Loved the sea lions, especially the little white one snuggling in with the big brown ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoWtvABNzI/AAAAAAAADMU/dGNF6-wsnyo/s1600/pier39+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoWtvABNzI/AAAAAAAADMU/dGNF6-wsnyo//pier39+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoVp1CulJI/AAAAAAAADL8/zU0DsVYW4Zc/s1600/endofsummer2010+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="532" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoVp1CulJI/AAAAAAAADL8/zU0DsVYW4Zc//endofsummer2010+056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Up the coast, to Fort Bragg.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is a very small and&amp;nbsp;quaint town.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day of the wedding at Glass beach.&amp;nbsp; It &amp;nbsp;was something special.&amp;nbsp; So beautiful.&amp;nbsp; The ocean water was freezing!&amp;nbsp; Just dipping your toes in was&amp;nbsp; numbing cold.&amp;nbsp; Zach&amp;nbsp;tested the waters and&amp;nbsp;you can see it in&amp;nbsp;face.&amp;nbsp; But, we all had a blast spending the afternoon there.&amp;nbsp; The sand was covered with tiny pieces of rubbed sea glass.&amp;nbsp; Bright colors, different shapes and sizes, all fun to&amp;nbsp;collect.&amp;nbsp; And, beautiful to walk upon.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL6dCGhHZI/AAAAAAAADJU/MJxj2ii34cE/s1600/glassonbeach+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="614" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL6dCGhHZI/AAAAAAAADJU/MJxj2ii34cE//glassonbeach+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL4DBzmjhI/AAAAAAAADJE/vk9jFUci-Ts/s1600/glass.beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL4DBzmjhI/AAAAAAAADJE/vk9jFUci-Ts//glass.beach.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoVu70PbSI/AAAAAAAADME/t7EcOCGfOYw/s1600/glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoVu70PbSI/AAAAAAAADME/t7EcOCGfOYw//glass.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL8FqHSLzI/AAAAAAAADJc/xbPN3DQqcyI/s1600/glass.a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL8FqHSLzI/AAAAAAAADJc/xbPN3DQqcyI//glass.a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL8NCIGDeI/AAAAAAAADJk/vywi3-cw6-g/s1600/endofsummer2010+137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIL8NCIGDeI/AAAAAAAADJk/vywi3-cw6-g//endofsummer2010+137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we traveled back down the coast we tried to soak in&amp;nbsp;every beautiful site.&amp;nbsp; The scenery was gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We stopped along the way.&amp;nbsp; Just to look.&amp;nbsp; Get out of the car and soak it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up,&amp;nbsp;the beauty of mother nature.&amp;nbsp; We stopped&amp;nbsp;at a portion of the Redwood Forrest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not the gigantic Redwoods for which the forrest is known but every bit as&amp;nbsp;majestic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This forrest was awesome,&amp;nbsp;quiet, &amp;nbsp;and still.&amp;nbsp;Until we pulled in.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;let the kids run wild, climb trees, pick up sticks and otherwise get the wiggles out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I loved it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIPh8f3BQSI/AAAAAAAADJs/M-GjwV7ZoKM/s1600/endofsummer2010+296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIPh8f3BQSI/AAAAAAAADJs/M-GjwV7ZoKM//endofsummer2010+296.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJln6B40Y2I/AAAAAAAADKM/zviJ7VCNpDE//endofsummer2010+286.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2840696208849863269?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2840696208849863269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2840696208849863269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2840696208849863269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2840696208849863269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/09/san-fran.html' title='San Fran'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TIPjMPz-t4I/AAAAAAAADJ0/L5amWsqL5sg/s72-c/endofsummer2010+290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4665429601772793227</id><published>2010-09-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:04:49.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>it's chocolate time</title><content type='html'>Since Jeff had to leave for a day in the middle of our trip, I was left to plan a day alone with the kids.&amp;nbsp; What would the kids enjoy the most?&amp;nbsp; Simple.&amp;nbsp; Ghirardelli&amp;nbsp;Sqaure.&amp;nbsp; We took the trolley in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;ate chocolate till our tummys full and our hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoS75CIjlI/AAAAAAAADLM/8b1b2jJ3N0s//endofsummer2010+341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoS75CIjlI/AAAAAAAADLM/8b1b2jJ3N0s//endofsummer2010+341.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoTFc_mPDI/AAAAAAAADLU/vkyeQMilsp4//endofsummer2010+349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoTFc_mPDI/AAAAAAAADLU/vkyeQMilsp4//endofsummer2010+349.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoTPGduqkI/AAAAAAAADLk/G9n0-zdxZHw//endofsummer2010+352.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoS2Jj40MI/AAAAAAAADLE/ftk2Ya4ovDc//endofsummer2010+353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoS2Jj40MI/AAAAAAAADLE/ftk2Ya4ovDc//endofsummer2010+353.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a delicious day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4665429601772793227?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4665429601772793227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4665429601772793227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4665429601772793227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4665429601772793227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-chocolate-time.html' title='it&apos;s chocolate time'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TJoSv8-8vLI/AAAAAAAADK8/NMMkk7PgJlA/s72-c/endofsummer2010+348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1977459477959475043</id><published>2010-08-26T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:08:49.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>They went ahead and did it anyway...</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to send my first born babies to middle school.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;could it be time?&amp;nbsp; I didn't want them to grow up.&amp;nbsp; Against my sincere wishes, they did it anyway! The&amp;nbsp;kids started school&amp;nbsp;Thurs, Aug 19th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The twins, middle school and Avery first grade at a new school.&amp;nbsp; A year for big changes.&amp;nbsp; And, boy were they happy about it. Sitting around the morning breakfast table we talked about "first day jitters". They all had them. But, mostly they were just plain eager to go. Happy to start their new year and experiences. As for the middle schoolers...lockers&amp;nbsp;are the&amp;nbsp;big thing. Ellie has been planning her locker all summer. Shelves, mirror, white board, markers, and magnets galore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Luckily, we had a small window of time to go up to the school and practice the combination. It's tricky, ya know. Avery was looking forward to her new school with the giant Mac computers for each student. YOWZA. It made me kinda jealous, too. The new school is beautiful and full of fun equipment which helps soften the blow of leaving our beloved Fireridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our summer came crashing to a halt as we returned home from our last vacation only days before school&amp;nbsp;, we were not quite prepared.&amp;nbsp; We still had supplies to get, school clothes to shop for, shoes to try on&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; backbacks to purchase&amp;nbsp;all in one day. I felt rushed, defintley not the way&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I like to prepare for back to school. But, in the end it all worked out and they were just as ready as if we spent weeks preparing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to report, Middle school was everything Ellie had hoped for. The smile that stretches across her face says it all. She loves it.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zach seems to be doing well also. Except for his occasional "emabarassing mom" he is transitioning well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say...seeing such happy middle schoolers helped with my&amp;nbsp;transition as well. Middle school is ok. I am doing fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the "classic" first day photos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZvlVEQHbI/AAAAAAAADFI/FDHDK6Exvak//endofsummer2010+392+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZvlVEQHbI/AAAAAAAADFI/FDHDK6Exvak//endofsummer2010+392+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZz4oj92HI/AAAAAAAADFQ/akMo-3HlX54//endofsummer2010+369+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZz4oj92HI/AAAAAAAADFQ/akMo-3HlX54//endofsummer2010+369+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am lucky to have 2 girls that love the camera.&amp;nbsp; These girls have evolved from "pouty" camera face to "pose and smile" at every opportunity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary...not so much.&amp;nbsp; He is less than thrilled each and every time he sees the camera.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Still a handsome boy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ0qJsM_1I/AAAAAAAADFY/6cbtbo8Alz0//endofsummer2010+376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ0qJsM_1I/AAAAAAAADFY/6cbtbo8Alz0//endofsummer2010+376.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a little peaksie at the new backbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ048yYoRI/AAAAAAAADFg/y7A9-9LgwGM//endofsummer2010+374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="534" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ048yYoRI/AAAAAAAADFg/y7A9-9LgwGM//endofsummer2010+374.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ1Ai-6F6I/AAAAAAAADFo/R4yIFUXi8XQ/s1600/endofsummer2010+387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="580" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ1Ai-6F6I/AAAAAAAADFo/R4yIFUXi8XQ/s640/endofsummer2010+387.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zachary was more excited about his purple shoes than his backback.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is for Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ1RVhHoNI/AAAAAAAADFw/T7ebri5rxf0//endofsummer2010+385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ1RVhHoNI/AAAAAAAADFw/T7ebri5rxf0//endofsummer2010+385.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this one is for Ellie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ2Z4mEnZI/AAAAAAAADF4/JVabEdYoukc//endofsummer2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ2Z4mEnZI/AAAAAAAADF4/JVabEdYoukc//endofsummer2010+014.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The locker in all it's glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1977459477959475043?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1977459477959475043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1977459477959475043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1977459477959475043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1977459477959475043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-went-ahead-and-did-it-anyway.html' title='They went ahead and did it anyway...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ1Ai-6F6I/AAAAAAAADFo/R4yIFUXi8XQ/s72-c/endofsummer2010+387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7353082552031956011</id><published>2010-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:09:31.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Ellie and Mckenna</title><content type='html'>Last month Ellie's friend, Mckenna moved to Cali.&amp;nbsp; She was heartbroken.&amp;nbsp; We had many "last" playdates, lateovers, parties and phone calls stretching out all month.&amp;nbsp; But wouldn't ya know it...we were in the hospital when their family packed up and moved out.&amp;nbsp; So she missed the actual "goodbye."&amp;nbsp; Which&amp;nbsp;may of just been a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have you witnessed the drama of 6th grade girls?&amp;nbsp; By the time they had the chance to actually say goodbye it was a quick phone call.&amp;nbsp; Painless.&amp;nbsp; And, rest assured the girls still catch up with one another on the phone these days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But now it's long distance.&amp;nbsp; Mckenna will do great in California but we will sure miss her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ8Dwu3JwI/AAAAAAAADGA/VyitoyoQhzE//July25.2010+019+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THZ8Dwu3JwI/AAAAAAAADGA/VyitoyoQhzE//July25.2010+019+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THaAB1NuCSI/AAAAAAAADGQ/VBTjMpJS-Hg//July25.2010+018+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/THaAB1NuCSI/AAAAAAAADGQ/VBTjMpJS-Hg//July25.2010+018+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the style of this one.&amp;nbsp; "Hippie chic."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-7353082552031956011?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7353082552031956011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7353082552031956011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7353082552031956011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7353082552031956011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/08/ellie-and-mckenna.html' title='Ellie and Mckenna'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6289433165892380942</id><published>2010-08-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:11:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer scene</title><content type='html'>The dog days of summer of over.&amp;nbsp; I mean, we still have hot and humid days.&amp;nbsp;But, the intense heat and long days are gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The signs of fall are creeping into our August.&amp;nbsp; The sun sets earlier and the&amp;nbsp;kids are back to a&amp;nbsp;normal bedtime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are getting bored and easily sucked into hours of TV.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;TV zombies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A day at the pool&amp;nbsp;doesn't have the&amp;nbsp;same&amp;nbsp;appeal it once did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even playdates are begining to fade out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids start school again next week.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it's here and honestly, not quite ready for the new year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the signs of summer slip away I hope to remember that we soaked up every bit of fun these past 3 months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Big Bubble wand. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF4Quyn_EtI/AAAAAAAADDI/QTSPxHBmw8Y//june2010+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="492" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF4Quyn_EtI/AAAAAAAADDI/QTSPxHBmw8Y//june2010+140.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9s3vya1_I/AAAAAAAADEY/rXlX-9TBIYg//talentshow.party+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9s3vya1_I/AAAAAAAADEY/rXlX-9TBIYg//talentshow.party+021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;playdates lasting all afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9h7ODMWnI/AAAAAAAADDQ/W2JilzHo37A//playdate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="544" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9h7ODMWnI/AAAAAAAADDQ/W2JilzHo37A//playdate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just chillin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9iQTL7UtI/AAAAAAAADDY/VLZ_4x6c_MM//channel7pics+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9iQTL7UtI/AAAAAAAADDY/VLZ_4x6c_MM//channel7pics+030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lovin' the diving board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9i2vmYh8I/AAAAAAAADDg/r0GhQZWefc4//July25.2010+007+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9i2vmYh8I/AAAAAAAADDg/r0GhQZWefc4//July25.2010+007+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of Lateovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9jaQKLMpI/AAAAAAAADDo/AkTTRj9-n34//July25.2010+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9jaQKLMpI/AAAAAAAADDo/AkTTRj9-n34//July25.2010+031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taking good care of Nani for 4 weeks out of the summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9jx7YAjAI/AAAAAAAADDw/oe8ZElQIk1M//june2010+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="536" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9jx7YAjAI/AAAAAAAADDw/oe8ZElQIk1M//june2010+057.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girls gotta dance...Talent show party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9kMW5QO9I/AAAAAAAADD4/nXvKxCAOx_A//talentshow.party+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9kMW5QO9I/AAAAAAAADD4/nXvKxCAOx_A//talentshow.party+052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family BBQ's with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9ki5JhBKI/AAAAAAAADEA/xMbZAhlnmJI//July25.2010+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="492" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9ki5JhBKI/AAAAAAAADEA/xMbZAhlnmJI//July25.2010+036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even on the hottest day of the summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9k5Ibj9UI/AAAAAAAADEI/sB21jT4oU1c//june2010+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9k5Ibj9UI/AAAAAAAADEI/sB21jT4oU1c//june2010+099.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Front porch&amp;nbsp;flowers that stay in bloom all summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9lKFdbRBI/AAAAAAAADEQ/fgXGrclijrA//mexico+252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF9lKFdbRBI/AAAAAAAADEQ/fgXGrclijrA//mexico+252.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6289433165892380942?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6289433165892380942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6289433165892380942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6289433165892380942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6289433165892380942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-scene.html' title='The summer scene'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4115551746415821907</id><published>2010-08-09T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T05:53:00.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><title type='text'>This never gets easier</title><content type='html'>Our summer didn't go by without a hitch. Zachary spent 2 days in Childrens Hospital. It's not easy to admit your child to the hospital. Even if you've done it many times before. The signs were written on the wall that he was having shunt problems. This time he got violently sick very quick. He started out with a mere headache, then some vomit. Next thing we knew he was in excruciating pain. Pain so severe that only morphine mixed with lortab could relieve the pressure. Every hour on the hour he woke up writhing in agony. Next dose, please. The doctors decided to tap the shunt in hopes for answers, and information as to what the shunt was doing. Fortunately, the tap flushed enough fluid through the tubing to unblock it. Within 6 hours, he was back to normal. Fiesty and without pain. We avoided the need for a full surgery. Zach is a soldier. He carries on. He accepts his lot in life and handles his challenges without question. He was so sick lying in that hospital bed and never once complained about the situation. He was polite. He prayed and asked for strength and health. And, never doubted. We can all learn from this faithful boy. &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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2PrYVkAwI/AAAAAAAADCA/4LEUDxW1YG0/s1600/July25.2010+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2PrYVkAwI/AAAAAAAADCA/4LEUDxW1YG0/s640/July25.2010+073.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2Pv4MaaKI/AAAAAAAADCI/WlX4djntIGk/s1600/July25.2010+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2Pv4MaaKI/AAAAAAAADCI/WlX4djntIGk/s640/July25.2010+082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QeOS3KVI/AAAAAAAADCo/erJONI4a7zw/s1600/July25.2010+124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QeOS3KVI/AAAAAAAADCo/erJONI4a7zw/s640/July25.2010+124.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2P3RlZUvI/AAAAAAAADCQ/oStHv6B4Lnw/s1600/July25.2010+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2P3RlZUvI/AAAAAAAADCQ/oStHv6B4Lnw/s640/July25.2010+084.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QOZJVc9I/AAAAAAAADCg/Lm37SIsuD8U/s1600/July25.2010+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QOZJVc9I/AAAAAAAADCg/Lm37SIsuD8U/s640/July25.2010+095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see what I see?&amp;nbsp; A sister that deeply loves her brother.&amp;nbsp; Always helping and caring for him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2Q1_40rYI/AAAAAAAADC4/gF0hIwbYmYY/s1600/July25.2010+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2Q1_40rYI/AAAAAAAADC4/gF0hIwbYmYY/s640/July25.2010+087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just couldn't resist taking this shot.&amp;nbsp; It's just to cute to pass up.&amp;nbsp; Zach may not think so.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2P9XW7qcI/AAAAAAAADCY/bdjyI3z6BDE/s1600/July25.2010+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="430" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2P9XW7qcI/AAAAAAAADCY/bdjyI3z6BDE/s640/July25.2010+120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls brought us some cards and pictures to brighten the room and Zach's smile&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QsiiivMI/AAAAAAAADCw/Oxmt17aVN_s/s1600/July25.2010+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="510" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2QsiiivMI/AAAAAAAADCw/Oxmt17aVN_s/s640/July25.2010+089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first time he was up and around moving.&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;Hip Hip Hooray, no surgery for Zach.&amp;nbsp; We were jumping for joy that Zach was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF2RHFrZPFI/AAAAAAAADDA/QG4-823fwgc/s1600/July25.2010+139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I can hardly believe this summer is quickly coming to an end.&amp;nbsp; We have definitely power packed our days.&amp;nbsp; This was the summer of "camps."&amp;nbsp; The girls were interested in trying&amp;nbsp;new things and thankfully the dates and times alligned up perfectly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFeCJKdnPFI/AAAAAAAAC_I/3cD9UbfswW8/s1600/summer.camp.2010+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="488" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFeCJKdnPFI/AAAAAAAAC_I/3cD9UbfswW8/s640/summer.camp.2010+012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFiOFjKZJWI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/OGNmsGg-IUY/s640/ellie.writing.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFiPEihrInI/AAAAAAAAC_w/muKtGLdHtXI/s1600/July25.2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="386" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFiPEihrInI/AAAAAAAAC_w/muKtGLdHtXI/s640/July25.2010+001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Zachary wasn't interested in any camps this year.&amp;nbsp; He has a renewed commitment to attend boyscouts.&amp;nbsp; He loves Scott Brezack his current leader and friend.&amp;nbsp; Scott makes scouts fun and&amp;nbsp;the waterskiing field trips make&amp;nbsp;Zach's day. Thank you Brezacks.&amp;nbsp;I can't believe how much this kid loves the water and the thrill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF1xDw1_QWI/AAAAAAAADAA/kOpzuA1-fBg/s1600/jeffcamera.2010+156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF1xDw1_QWI/AAAAAAAADAA/kOpzuA1-fBg/s640/jeffcamera.2010+156.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;also&amp;nbsp;enjoys special time alone with me in the afternoons.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;went to lunch together many days when both girls were away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF1veep3y4I/AAAAAAAAC_4/nKL1yKW2LJI/s1600/mexico+246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TF1veep3y4I/AAAAAAAAC_4/nKL1yKW2LJI/s640/mexico+246.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Zach also did his tutor 2x&amp;nbsp;a week on Wed. and Fri.&amp;nbsp;Dare I say...no pic of the happy little boy scooting off to tutor.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He protested with all his might each&amp;nbsp;day.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp;ultimately gave it and... I think he secretly likes his time with Ms Sindie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We were busy.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a taxi driver going to and fro most days.&amp;nbsp; But, it was great.&amp;nbsp; I love having the kids learn new things&amp;nbsp;on their own.&amp;nbsp; Avery decided she doesn't like basketball (even though she won&amp;nbsp;"most baskets" each day.) Man, that girl is stubborn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is no changing her mind about it.&amp;nbsp; My hope is that in time, she will give it another chance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ellie decided she does like volleyball (even though she never got a&amp;nbsp;good hit on the ball)&amp;nbsp; She wants to continue in the fall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Perseverance!&amp;nbsp;Love her for it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She has a strong will and I like to see it put to a good use.&amp;nbsp; Busy summer days&amp;nbsp;with crazy evenings.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that what summer is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1055433002449893576?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1055433002449893576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1055433002449893576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1055433002449893576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1055433002449893576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TFeCJKdnPFI/AAAAAAAAC_I/3cD9UbfswW8/s72-c/summer.camp.2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3107361288500049707</id><published>2010-07-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:49:50.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><title type='text'>a hidden gem in downtown Omaha</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago...before this unbearable heat we stumbled upon this park.&amp;nbsp; Freeedom&amp;nbsp;Park.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; It was a simple park where&amp;nbsp;World war 2 ships, mine sweepers, planes, submarines etc. are&amp;nbsp;displayed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The volunteers work hard to restore what they can and preserve the rest in it's natural state.&amp;nbsp; So the park has kept it's authenticity, rust, dust&amp;nbsp;and all.&amp;nbsp; The big mine sweeper fighter ship also serves as a muesuem. We even scored ourselves an off duty, private tour of the big ship.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I consider this a bonus or not.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;volunteer&amp;nbsp;took her job very serious and had a passion.&amp;nbsp; But, with the&amp;nbsp;close quarters in the ship and no air moving it made me claustrophobic.&amp;nbsp; (which I have&amp;nbsp;felt more, &amp;nbsp;the older I get...another bonus)&amp;nbsp; But, Jeff loved it all.&amp;nbsp; And, I have to say it was really cool.&amp;nbsp; Retro cool.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;hidden&amp;nbsp;little gem in omaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TEkEJ2cGfyI/AAAAAAAAC9M/xudh6eSFK58/s1600/july2010+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TEkEJ2cGfyI/AAAAAAAAC9M/xudh6eSFK58/s640/july2010+035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TEkIZYxVIzI/AAAAAAAAC98/ACpuWas6WtE/s1600/july2010+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TESJnD5bdPI/AAAAAAAAC88/CKdn9xEvkbk/s1600/summer.camp.2010+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TESJnD5bdPI/AAAAAAAAC88/CKdn9xEvkbk/s640/summer.camp.2010+016.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery's schedule according to Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite line: &lt;strong&gt;prar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That would be prayer.&amp;nbsp; But, yes phonetically it is prar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Good job, Avee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite line.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Smootch mom&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I will pretend not to notice that I come in 2nd to Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love how she fit in some &lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt; time.&amp;nbsp; Twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at her scheduling&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;owtside&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;as I'm&amp;nbsp;am sure&amp;nbsp;she can hear me in her mind saying..."all kids outside to play NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just so you know... she is very diligent&amp;nbsp;to &lt;strong&gt;feed the&amp;nbsp;fish&lt;/strong&gt;. They are&amp;nbsp;HER Fish afterall.&amp;nbsp; Each and every morning she marches over to the tank and feeds the fish.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These are the same fish that&amp;nbsp;she brought home from school in the begining of kindergarten.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't plan on the fish living this long...just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent who is trying her darnest to keep these kids on task with chores around the house it&amp;nbsp;makes me happy to see &lt;strong&gt;clen room&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mak bed&lt;/strong&gt; on top.&amp;nbsp; Maybe just maybe, my constant reminders are&amp;nbsp; sinking in. Now, if only I saw&amp;nbsp;her other chores on the list....maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3661316428677969300?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3661316428677969300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3661316428677969300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3661316428677969300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3661316428677969300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-awesome.html' title='This is awesome.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TESJnD5bdPI/AAAAAAAAC88/CKdn9xEvkbk/s72-c/summer.camp.2010+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4967430469367774287</id><published>2010-07-13T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:02:35.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz8WqXRgsI/AAAAAAAAC8U/dZXpXPdBynI/s1600/4thjuly+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz8WqXRgsI/AAAAAAAAC8U/dZXpXPdBynI/s640/4thjuly+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love celebrating the 4th of July.&amp;nbsp; This year we stretched out the holiday for a full week.&amp;nbsp; Which&amp;nbsp;isn't unheard of here in this crazy state&amp;nbsp;of Nebraska.&amp;nbsp; Our week was complete with parties,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BBQ's and the best darn firework displays! &amp;nbsp;Lots of them.&amp;nbsp; I love everything about this&amp;nbsp; holiday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Especially&amp;nbsp;big smiles on the faces of the children when they see the fire and hear the&amp;nbsp;boom!&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and the men who can hardly contain their own excitement with the fire.&amp;nbsp; I love all the yummy food and spending time with our great friends here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;hoards of&amp;nbsp;children that run around happy and silly all through the night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Which then makes for very tired and messy children to put to bed.&amp;nbsp; All in the name of fun.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all for the many fun nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz5yiWm2uI/AAAAAAAAC8E/u828coANYpQ/s1600/ellie.4th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="457" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz5yiWm2uI/AAAAAAAAC8E/u828coANYpQ/s640/ellie.4th.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDqA_nKsP_I/AAAAAAAAC70/W-ENrDwp1eI/s1600/ave.4th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDqA_nKsP_I/AAAAAAAAC70/W-ENrDwp1eI/s640/ave.4th.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz6G1l6ZZI/AAAAAAAAC8M/Yv3pLxU6EUA/s1600/z.4th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz6G1l6ZZI/AAAAAAAAC8M/Yv3pLxU6EUA/s640/z.4th.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-4967430469367774287?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/4967430469367774287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=4967430469367774287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4967430469367774287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/4967430469367774287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDz8WqXRgsI/AAAAAAAAC8U/dZXpXPdBynI/s72-c/4thjuly+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5579958528727537346</id><published>2010-07-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:35:29.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Garage sale</title><content type='html'>Total sold&amp;nbsp; $427.00.&amp;nbsp; Was is worth it?&amp;nbsp; The jury is still out on that.&amp;nbsp; However, there is a strong case for it when you involve your children in the entire event.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We watched them clean out their stuff, organize, price, and set up a garage sale.&amp;nbsp; It's work, I'm not debating that.&amp;nbsp; But, with it comes with&amp;nbsp;the wonder and&amp;nbsp;high hopes from&amp;nbsp;children&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;makes it all&amp;nbsp;worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDP0XcwHH0I/AAAAAAAAC7U/xgn9EJPLlOI/s1600/june2010+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDP0XcwHH0I/AAAAAAAAC7U/xgn9EJPLlOI/s640/june2010+079.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things I want to remember from the Big sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery and Ellie&amp;nbsp;counting the money over and over again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Zach's funny converstations with the customers which always involved the money &amp;nbsp;(so emabarrasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ellie and Avery doing dance moves in between the tables.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ellies snack sign and fighting over who is in charge.&lt;/div&gt;Ellie thanking each and every customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;shock and disbelief that people were really buying this JUNK.&lt;/div&gt;The&amp;nbsp;delight in knowing that&amp;nbsp;we now have a "decluttered" house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDP0Kww_aLI/AAAAAAAAC7M/NgN9cdvswTI/s1600/june2010+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDP0Kww_aLI/AAAAAAAAC7M/NgN9cdvswTI/s640/june2010+069.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDNN6xlQayI/AAAAAAAAC60/JxknqAVFfEc/s1600/june2010+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDNN6xlQayI/AAAAAAAAC60/JxknqAVFfEc/s640/june2010+076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDd7dGwlW0I/AAAAAAAAC7c/kAcwMxXPAYE/s1600/june2010+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDd7dGwlW0I/AAAAAAAAC7c/kAcwMxXPAYE/s640/june2010+084.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5579958528727537346?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5579958528727537346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5579958528727537346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5579958528727537346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5579958528727537346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/garage-sale.html' title='Garage sale'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDP0XcwHH0I/AAAAAAAAC7U/xgn9EJPLlOI/s72-c/june2010+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8685218631247591600</id><published>2010-07-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:44:01.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Flowers for mom</title><content type='html'>Only Jeff would stop the car&amp;nbsp;(on the first request) to pick flowers in the field with his daughter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wearing a suit.&amp;nbsp; On a humid summer day.&amp;nbsp; To make one&amp;nbsp;little girl happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDOhcx6AeaI/AAAAAAAAC68/8XQ_g6-HmCs/s1600/july2010+233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDOhcx6AeaI/AAAAAAAAC68/8XQ_g6-HmCs/s640/july2010+233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, her mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank Jeff and Avery for recognizing the simple pleasures in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8685218631247591600?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8685218631247591600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8685218631247591600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8685218631247591600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8685218631247591600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/flowers-for-mom.html' title='Flowers for mom'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TDOhcx6AeaI/AAAAAAAAC68/8XQ_g6-HmCs/s72-c/july2010+233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1223636861456211594</id><published>2010-07-03T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:39:48.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><title type='text'>Oh dear.</title><content type='html'>It was a traumatic morning.&amp;nbsp; The morning we flew out to Mexico my dad had emergency surgery to place 2 stents in his heart.&amp;nbsp; We were in the air to Phoniex and my mom was alone with the girls.&amp;nbsp; I was filled with guilt.&amp;nbsp; My dad was scared.&amp;nbsp; My mom watched over 2&amp;nbsp;sleeping girls.&amp;nbsp; She was brave but nervous and cold.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;just felt&amp;nbsp;guilty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all was well.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mom promises the girls were a nice distraction.&amp;nbsp; Dad loved the homemade "get well" &amp;nbsp;cards and signs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As only&amp;nbsp;girls can make.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ellie and Avee&amp;nbsp;cherished the daily visits to the hospital and time&amp;nbsp;snuggling&amp;nbsp;with papa and gigi.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, I am sure all of them loved the extra hugs and kisses!&amp;nbsp; Now, I don't&amp;nbsp;feel so guilty.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCs_ye6k5NI/AAAAAAAAC6M/HwGnsONpcZY/s1600/mexico+234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCs_ye6k5NI/AAAAAAAAC6M/HwGnsONpcZY/s640/mexico+234.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1223636861456211594?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1223636861456211594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1223636861456211594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1223636861456211594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1223636861456211594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCs_ye6k5NI/AAAAAAAAC6M/HwGnsONpcZY/s72-c/mexico+234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2043263939805408476</id><published>2010-07-02T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:34:28.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 girls</title><content type='html'>This is the face of 2 girls that just left their brother in Salt Lake City for 1 week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCykyC6T_nI/AAAAAAAAC6U/84l025M3R2w/s1600/mexico+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCykyC6T_nI/AAAAAAAAC6U/84l025M3R2w/s640/mexico+110.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the face of the same 2 girls when they realized how&amp;nbsp;much more room there will be in the car for the road trip. &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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCylF9NUvDI/AAAAAAAAC6c/4V2D0lU4i1A/s1600/mexico+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCylF9NUvDI/AAAAAAAAC6c/4V2D0lU4i1A/s640/mexico+109.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what happens when the car is quiet and comfortable on a road trip.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCylXRzxJvI/AAAAAAAAC6k/wjBh4whPeSw/s1600/mexico+113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCylXRzxJvI/AAAAAAAAC6k/wjBh4whPeSw/s640/mexico+113.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2043263939805408476?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2043263939805408476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2043263939805408476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2043263939805408476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2043263939805408476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-girls.html' title='2 girls'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCykyC6T_nI/AAAAAAAAC6U/84l025M3R2w/s72-c/mexico+110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2805760297590045600</id><published>2010-07-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:56:01.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;highly recommend starting your summer out with a 2 1/2 week vacation.&amp;nbsp; It sure gets you in the grove of summer!&amp;nbsp; We left the day school ended and took off for Denver, with Salt lake as our final destination.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Denver just in time to go&amp;nbsp;to bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We left the city the next morning after a bite at a favorite breakfast diner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The car was crowded and packed and we were off to SLC.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After several stops along the way (we are notorious for stopping and taking it easy...) we made it to Grandma and Grandpas house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And enjoyed a nice&amp;nbsp;4 day stay.&amp;nbsp; And then we&amp;nbsp;were off again.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;time back to Denver with Mexico as a final&amp;nbsp;destination.&amp;nbsp; This time without the kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zachary stayed in SLC with grandparents.&amp;nbsp; The girls&amp;nbsp;stayed&amp;nbsp;in Denver&amp;nbsp;with Gigi and papa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa always have a few new kittens at their house.&amp;nbsp; The girls love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCohigMgKjI/AAAAAAAAC5E/g33Up8TKVeE/s1600/mexico+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCohigMgKjI/AAAAAAAAC5E/g33Up8TKVeE/s640/mexico+031.JPG" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCohyMO_V8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/NcR3p1XMA8I/s1600/mexico+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="604" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCohyMO_V8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/NcR3p1XMA8I/s640/mexico+035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, the drive-way.&amp;nbsp; Oh the driveway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's long,&amp;nbsp;hidden from the street&amp;nbsp;it and provides hours of fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a perfect driveway for playing.&amp;nbsp; Games, basketball and all kinds of goofing off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqu5mB8JXI/AAAAAAAAC5c/jysMyS3vtfc/s1600/zachbball+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="606" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqu5mB8JXI/AAAAAAAAC5c/jysMyS3vtfc/s640/zachbball+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqvH_mYTaI/AAAAAAAAC5k/h3GsAjaaVho/s1600/mexico+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqvH_mYTaI/AAAAAAAAC5k/h3GsAjaaVho/s640/mexico+055.JPG" width="426" /&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqwGRwlOyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/Z0tmc36Ote0/s1600/zeonroof+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqwGRwlOyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/Z0tmc36Ote0/s640/zeonroof+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And in this case, the kids are on the roof.&amp;nbsp; Not my favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip wouldn't be complete without a stop to Cafe Rio.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCoh8VJxI9I/AAAAAAAAC5U/hDifez8PDt0/s1600/mexico+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCoh8VJxI9I/AAAAAAAAC5U/hDifez8PDt0/s640/mexico+075.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the mountains for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqweSove2I/AAAAAAAAC50/uNuqRnj7muE/s1600/mexico+100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqwtmTNjaI/AAAAAAAAC58/tJj-XUmStwQ/s1600/mexico+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCqwtmTNjaI/AAAAAAAAC58/tJj-XUmStwQ/s640/mexico+107.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks grandma and grandpa for a wonderful stay.&amp;nbsp;And, for keeping our little dude the next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2805760297590045600?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2805760297590045600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2805760297590045600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2805760297590045600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2805760297590045600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/07/salt-lake-city.html' title='Salt Lake City'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCohigMgKjI/AAAAAAAAC5E/g33Up8TKVeE/s72-c/mexico+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3101236315457384374</id><published>2010-06-28T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:52:38.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Punta Mita.&amp;nbsp; It seems like a dream in a distant far away land.&amp;nbsp; In reality, it was only 2 weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;quickly your&amp;nbsp;"reality" comes crashing back&amp;nbsp;to the fore front of your mind after a&amp;nbsp;fabulous vacation.&amp;nbsp; I do love my&amp;nbsp;real&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;but it was&amp;nbsp; nice to&amp;nbsp;escape for awhile.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And, alas we have the memories.&amp;nbsp; Some amazing memories locked away. The entire trip was spent relaxing, playing and eating.&amp;nbsp; Boy oh boy, did we ever induge.&amp;nbsp; It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNPPZ99OI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7jyhsTluW6Y/s1600/mexico+189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNPPZ99OI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7jyhsTluW6Y/s400/mexico+189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNDZrCOoI/AAAAAAAAC2U/m-SigdXnXHo/s1600/897991742_izVEm-M%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNDZrCOoI/AAAAAAAAC2U/m-SigdXnXHo/s320/897991742_izVEm-M%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkd6V5rD1I/AAAAAAAAC4M/BdLjZsrUCX0/s1600/mexico+218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkd6V5rD1I/AAAAAAAAC4M/BdLjZsrUCX0/s320/mexico+218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bento box was served pool side.&amp;nbsp; I wish&amp;nbsp;I had a picture of the most&amp;nbsp;delicious quacamole made to order at&amp;nbsp;the pool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyday.The above breakfast was room service.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE room service. Each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We hung out by the pool at some point during the day.&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNuM9cl3I/AAAAAAAAC2k/KXHD28OZXC0/s1600/898011724_WN8qB-L-1%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNuM9cl3I/AAAAAAAAC2k/KXHD28OZXC0/s640/898011724_WN8qB-L-1%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff played golf at the famous Pacifico course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkXMli9KgI/AAAAAAAAC30/1ISKHbpePkA/s1600/jeffcamera.2010+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkXMli9KgI/AAAAAAAAC30/1ISKHbpePkA/s640/jeffcamera.2010+078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This particular green is an island.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He didn't make the shot, but he loved trying.&amp;nbsp; The course is as beautiful as reported.&amp;nbsp; I had&amp;nbsp;2 spa days.&amp;nbsp;Two full body massages.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;told you this trip was indulgent, right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfOa0dp7AI/AAAAAAAAC28/jCXyYLrv0xA/s1600/mexico+157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfOa0dp7AI/AAAAAAAAC28/jCXyYLrv0xA/s640/mexico+157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff went scuba diving on the second day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He's in love...fell for this new&amp;nbsp;new hobby "hook, line and sinker".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so happy for him to have the chance to go.&amp;nbsp; He went earlier in the week (before Punta Mita)&amp;nbsp; in Puerto Vallarta and I knew he was hooked.&amp;nbsp; Then again, in Punta Mita.&amp;nbsp; He didn't however, like the ride out to the reef in this "dingy" boat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfOzDpyaqI/AAAAAAAAC3E/30vjSvRnXAg/s1600/902111814_hd2PY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfOzDpyaqI/AAAAAAAAC3E/30vjSvRnXAg/s640/902111814_hd2PY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last day we swam with the dolphins. I don't know about this sea lion kissing my cheek. I do know I was squirming underneath that smile. I loved, loved, loved being in the water with the dolphins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However. I kept wishing the kids were with us to exprience this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfP7SMub7I/AAAAAAAAC3M/m09vbS-kNB8/s1600/900987188_c5KEb-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfP7SMub7I/AAAAAAAAC3M/m09vbS-kNB8/s640/900987188_c5KEb-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfQ18HbWMI/AAAAAAAAC3U/d9xclmWpbkY/s1600/900988326_g6atY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfQ18HbWMI/AAAAAAAAC3U/d9xclmWpbkY/s640/900988326_g6atY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One evening, we left the party early and went for a midnight swim.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The pool was closed, but the staff is so accomadating they brought us towels still.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't trade these moments for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfRA9ZmrGI/AAAAAAAAC3c/NJjDTOmlu4k/s1600/mexico+208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfRA9ZmrGI/AAAAAAAAC3c/NJjDTOmlu4k/s640/mexico+208.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, we had the obligatory dinner evenings to attend with co-workers.&amp;nbsp;But, with a setting like&amp;nbsp;this it&amp;nbsp;was hard to complain. This particular dinner was on the beach in the sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfRhHS2wJI/AAAAAAAAC3k/eMmhqxyYy-s/s1600/899919622_iVDBE-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfRhHS2wJI/AAAAAAAAC3k/eMmhqxyYy-s/s640/899919622_iVDBE-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfSd6V0AeI/AAAAAAAAC3s/mIbwr7-V8fg/s1600/898391638_rGJS4-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfSd6V0AeI/AAAAAAAAC3s/mIbwr7-V8fg/s640/898391638_rGJS4-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Each night a gift from Pfizer was delivered to our room.&amp;nbsp; My favorite was an apple I-Touch (don't have a picture) But, these Kenon sunglasses were totally sweet, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkgKL4o4ZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ZQxmpdnqz-8/s1600/899773981_XsfMt-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCkgKL4o4ZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ZQxmpdnqz-8/s640/899773981_XsfMt-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The gift I cherished above&amp;nbsp;the rest was spending&amp;nbsp;the week&amp;nbsp;with my favorite person!&amp;nbsp; Thanks Jeffrey for the trip of a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2599420655296418835?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2599420655296418835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2599420655296418835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2599420655296418835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2599420655296418835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest-of-trip.html' title='The rest of the trip'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCfNPPZ99OI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7jyhsTluW6Y/s72-c/mexico+189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-841501789858426972</id><published>2010-06-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:11:06.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Punta Mita, Mexico</title><content type='html'>We have been looking forward to this trip for years.&amp;nbsp; Yep, years.&amp;nbsp; This trip was awarded to Jeff by Pfizer for a job well done.&amp;nbsp;Top in sales in&amp;nbsp;the company.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Although he always works hard and excells&amp;nbsp;at his job, this is the first year he has&amp;nbsp;won this particular award.&amp;nbsp; And we have waited and wished for many years.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;prestigious VPC award has been a goal of his for&amp;nbsp;quite some time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtjEN4KwHI/AAAAAAAACzg/dgYyDe6420Q/s1600/mexico+216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="570" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtjEN4KwHI/AAAAAAAACzg/dgYyDe6420Q/s640/mexico+216.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Each year the award winners are whisked off to a fabulous destination and stay at an exclusive resort. This year, Punta Mita Mexico. We had never heard of Punta Mita before but knew staying at the Four Seasons ANYWHERE would be grand. But, this place exceeded our expectations. The level of service was incomparable to anywhere else. I've never known service quite like it. The beauty of the resort was extraordinary while the peace and serenity was overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a pool like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2B-GJfI5I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/G4MHaA81Dzo/s1600/mexico+158+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2B-GJfI5I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/G4MHaA81Dzo/s640/mexico+158+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And a beach like this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtjb30zPrI/AAAAAAAACzw/lSkQCIyDsVw/s1600/mexico+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtjb30zPrI/AAAAAAAACzw/lSkQCIyDsVw/s640/mexico+166.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a cabanna/bed to soak in the sun, sights, and sounds of the ocean. Heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtkMFYVoAI/AAAAAAAACz4/fuYoGtzSJdw/s1600/902114688_zx5Sm-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtkMFYVoAI/AAAAAAAACz4/fuYoGtzSJdw/s640/902114688_zx5Sm-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took the above beach pic sitting on this exact bed.&amp;nbsp; Just as soon as you sit down, the staff bring you a small cooler with bottled water.&amp;nbsp; After that, every&amp;nbsp;1/2 hour they would treat you to a frosty drink, fruit cup,haagan daz bar etc.&amp;nbsp;Complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtnIMvJVGI/AAAAAAAAC0I/MMUE0neQV34/s1600/mexico+147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtnIMvJVGI/AAAAAAAAC0I/MMUE0neQV34/s640/mexico+147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tell ya, the service was out of this world. It was a bit surreal to have been waited on hand and foot. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jeff getting a complimentary foot massage poolside.&amp;nbsp;Are you kidding me?&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;was my FAV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtmvJ9YUtI/AAAAAAAAC0A/SXipiwCwyaw/s1600/mexico+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtmvJ9YUtI/AAAAAAAAC0A/SXipiwCwyaw/s640/mexico+217.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pfizer offererd us a choice of activities each day in Punta Mita.&amp;nbsp; I chose&amp;nbsp;the spa day twice.&amp;nbsp; Jeff did some golf and scuba diving.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;fourth day we were together for our activity.&amp;nbsp;Two of the afternoons I was on my own.&amp;nbsp; I didn't mind it a bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2C8OLJSHI/AAAAAAAAC0g/B7326W9kA9A/s1600/mexico+185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2C8OLJSHI/AAAAAAAAC0g/B7326W9kA9A/s640/mexico+185.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I spent much of my time here.&amp;nbsp; Relaxing by the beach reading a good book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or sometimes by this pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2DPwWBowI/AAAAAAAAC0o/2GduaRP0nuY/s1600/mexico+190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2DPwWBowI/AAAAAAAAC0o/2GduaRP0nuY/s640/mexico+190.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, definetly my favorite time was when we were together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2EPDCIW5I/AAAAAAAAC0w/4Z7XeAmn8Fw/s1600/mexico+146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB2EPDCIW5I/AAAAAAAAC0w/4Z7XeAmn8Fw/s640/mexico+146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCAWKHGJKhI/AAAAAAAAC2I/GCbRfidFdcw/s1600/mexico+231+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TCAWKHGJKhI/AAAAAAAAC2I/GCbRfidFdcw/s640/mexico+231+copy.jpg" width="578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, these are the friends that we spent much of our time with.&amp;nbsp; Team Omaha.&amp;nbsp; Jeff has such fun and awesome co-workers.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed getting to know them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBuzlknADZI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/_GbFsTOhV3U/s1600/898229957_Ed7zY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBuzlknADZI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/_GbFsTOhV3U/s640/898229957_Ed7zY-L%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Jeff for making his numbers and proving to Pfizer what we have already known...He is #1! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yeah there is more to come.&amp;nbsp; Activities.&amp;nbsp; And lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-841501789858426972?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/841501789858426972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=841501789858426972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/841501789858426972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/841501789858426972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/06/punta-mita-mexico.html' title='Punta Mita, Mexico'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBtjEN4KwHI/AAAAAAAACzg/dgYyDe6420Q/s72-c/mexico+216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3163183180475004166</id><published>2010-06-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:08:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have reason to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, the reason we are so happy...we have these great men in our lives. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blessed beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Fathers Day to my dad, Jeff,&amp;nbsp;and Newell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7RrUITfkI/AAAAAAAAC14/QIaJQjdNb_s/s1600/Jeff%27s+Camera+2009+160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7RrUITfkI/AAAAAAAAC14/QIaJQjdNb_s/s640/Jeff%27s+Camera+2009+160.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7QuoLQJRI/AAAAAAAAC1w/ayHTIj5lFCA/s1600/mexico+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="513" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7QuoLQJRI/AAAAAAAAC1w/ayHTIj5lFCA/s640/mexico+081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7VWUfwffI/AAAAAAAAC2A/W4pzL-yd-70/s1600/583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7VWUfwffI/AAAAAAAAC2A/W4pzL-yd-70/s640/583.JPG" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are one lucky family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3163183180475004166?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3163183180475004166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3163183180475004166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3163183180475004166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3163183180475004166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-have-reason-to-celebrate.html' title='We have reason to celebrate!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TB7RrUITfkI/AAAAAAAAC14/QIaJQjdNb_s/s72-c/Jeff%27s+Camera+2009+160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-464927989455939121</id><published>2010-06-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:11:07.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWJAY9v_oI/AAAAAAAACxo/eLowSbQ__Fo/s1600/averyballerina+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWJAY9v_oI/AAAAAAAACxo/eLowSbQ__Fo/s640/averyballerina+copy.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last month Avery had her receital.&amp;nbsp; Yes, in the midst of all the "year-end" activites her dance class performed a ballet.&amp;nbsp; I love her dance studio&amp;nbsp;and this ballet performance was my favorite.&amp;nbsp; I love the dedication and desire Avery has to learn and perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Because we often have to skip her dance class due to conflict with&amp;nbsp;Zach's schedule, &amp;nbsp;I was afraid she didn't know her rountine&amp;nbsp;all that well.&amp;nbsp; So, I&amp;nbsp;went to &amp;nbsp;her class and video taped the&amp;nbsp;dance so she could practice at home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love&amp;nbsp;how dillengtly she watched the video and&amp;nbsp;practiced her rountine.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the&amp;nbsp;end, she knew it like the back of her hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was a star!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Off she goes...walking backstage.&amp;nbsp; She felt "butterflies" in her tummy but does remarkably well with nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-SU6nlYI/AAAAAAAACxI/M5z3zr85rE0/s1600/dance.and.track.05.10+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-SU6nlYI/AAAAAAAACxI/M5z3zr85rE0/s640/dance.and.track.05.10+003.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I see an actual halo..ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-WeaOSOI/AAAAAAAACxQ/1SHV1wyY4s4/s1600/dance.and.track.05.10+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-WeaOSOI/AAAAAAAACxQ/1SHV1wyY4s4/s640/dance.and.track.05.10+012.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-1DQfYqI/AAAAAAAACxg/_LX2U6cW8cE/s1600/dance.and.track.05.10+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-1DQfYqI/AAAAAAAACxg/_LX2U6cW8cE/s640/dance.and.track.05.10+056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-OchHEoI/AAAAAAAACxA/Z0Eo1pXG1XY/s1600/avery.blackwhite+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBV-OchHEoI/AAAAAAAACxA/Z0Eo1pXG1XY/s640/avery.blackwhite+copy.jpg" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWJvcin-NI/AAAAAAAACx4/hWirRe15aVQ/s1600/dance.and.track.05.10+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWJvcin-NI/AAAAAAAACx4/hWirRe15aVQ/s640/dance.and.track.05.10+079.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get tired of seeing this.&amp;nbsp; These girls walk hand in hand so much it makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-464927989455939121?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/464927989455939121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=464927989455939121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/464927989455939121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/464927989455939121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/06/ballerina.html' title='Ballerina'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWJAY9v_oI/AAAAAAAACxo/eLowSbQ__Fo/s72-c/averyballerina+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1017096332922593877</id><published>2010-06-01T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:10:38.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>I love the month of May.&amp;nbsp; Springtime and sunshine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And of course,&amp;nbsp;big smiles from happy children as the end of a school year draws to a close.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, in the mix of the "happy"&amp;nbsp;is one heck of a busy month.&amp;nbsp; It's all good, but it flies by so quickly I don't&amp;nbsp;fully appreciate the&amp;nbsp;moments.&amp;nbsp; And, there are many moments for me to remember.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many&amp;nbsp;performances,&amp;nbsp; receitals, parties, track day, field day, and school activites to keep every family on their toes during the month of May.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It just so happens when you&amp;nbsp;see the opportunity to recover...SCHOOL iS &amp;nbsp;OUT.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Looking&amp;nbsp; beyond,&amp;nbsp; you are reminded that May was merely a glimpse of what&amp;nbsp;is to become.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; June will turn you upside down.&amp;nbsp; Busy days, with busy kids doing busy things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Busy" is what I do in this season of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track and Field Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0724.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach running the 50 yard dash.&amp;nbsp; Congrats&amp;nbsp;dude!&lt;br /&gt;Ellie running the 100 yard dash.&amp;nbsp; Look at the runner in that girl, Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0711-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0711-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the kids at Fire Ridge.&amp;nbsp; They have been taught well and show kindness and compassion for each other.&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp; This brings such a peace to me as I send&amp;nbsp;my children out the door each day. Especially Zach, &amp;nbsp;I know he is in capable and caring hands by the teachers&amp;nbsp;AND the students.&amp;nbsp; Take this for example...David, a 5th grade student (and one of Zachary's friends) &amp;nbsp;helping him down the steep stadium stairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Repeat....A 5th grade boy with his hands on Zach's shoulder to give him stability!&amp;nbsp; Love it.&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWPksPXifI/AAAAAAAACyA/O-SkLNQwHkU/s1600/dance.and.track.05.10+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWPksPXifI/AAAAAAAACyA/O-SkLNQwHkU/s640/dance.and.track.05.10+082.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th grade celebration&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What a great day it was!&amp;nbsp; A celebration for the graduating class of 5th graders.&amp;nbsp; They had a day of&amp;nbsp;paddle boating, mini golf,&amp;nbsp;hiking and of course frolicking with friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To end the day, a little program was planned and the parents invited.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They performed for us a cute song about "moving on."&amp;nbsp; I didn't expect to cry during the very first phrase.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how much they have learned and grown these precious years in elementary.&amp;nbsp; These are great kids...going on to do some amazing things in middle school.&amp;nbsp; I expect a lot out of my miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ellie&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;her friends, Emma, Kylie and her teacher Mrs. Eby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And, Zachary accepting his award&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;"hardest working" this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0768-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="389" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0799.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love these t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; They have the whole 5th grade&amp;nbsp;class printed on the back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a hard day for Avery.&amp;nbsp; Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when it's&amp;nbsp;goodbye to kindergarten, Mrs. Devoe and Fire Ridge all in one.&amp;nbsp; To say the least...Avery loved everything about kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; She cried for a week straight at the thought of finishing school for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0800.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, she too has such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/?action=view¤t=DSC_0814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/DSC_0814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already have plans for a playdate when we return from vacation!&amp;nbsp; Keep your chin up, Avie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sadly, I can't post Avery's recital pictures until we return from vacation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Stay tuned for the cutest little ballerina you ever did see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1017096332922593877?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1017096332922593877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1017096332922593877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1017096332922593877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1017096332922593877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2009/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/TBWPksPXifI/AAAAAAAACyA/O-SkLNQwHkU/s72-c/dance.and.track.05.10+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5960868979671201488</id><published>2010-05-21T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:42:10.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All aboard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_h3XrownSI/AAAAAAAACwQ/QtLJj4lySLE/s1600/may.2010+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_h3XrownSI/AAAAAAAACwQ/QtLJj4lySLE/s640/may.2010+025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the&amp;nbsp;month we had the opportunity to dine on the Freemont train for&amp;nbsp;a murder mystery production.&amp;nbsp; We have been blessed with so many wonderful&amp;nbsp;opportunites for our family given to us by the Center for Blind Children.&amp;nbsp; Since Zachary qualifies for services, the whole family is&amp;nbsp;invited&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;special events.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And, this time it was the Freemont Dinner Train.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a fun night.&amp;nbsp; The kids were enthralled in the murder mystery.&amp;nbsp; They pondered&amp;nbsp;each and every clue.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The characters mingled among the guests while introducing new and different clues about the mystery.&amp;nbsp; I have read enough mystery novels to think that this would be a piece of cake to solve.&amp;nbsp; I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; We had to have the&amp;nbsp;mystery all but spelled out for us in the end.&amp;nbsp; I guess I wouldn't make a very good detective afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_h3Pk-cVTI/AAAAAAAACwA/bBqYOw3qUH8/s1600/may.2010+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_h3Pk-cVTI/AAAAAAAACwA/bBqYOw3qUH8/s640/may.2010+028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For Zachary's birthday party, he chose to skip the party and instead go to Mahagony with mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; This was just fine with me.&amp;nbsp; How could I resist an evening of fine dining with my two favorite boys.&amp;nbsp; Expensive, sure.&amp;nbsp; But memorable, no doubt.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure Zachary is the only 11 year old you know that would forgo a party with friends and presents in lieu of a fancy restaurant with his parents.&amp;nbsp;But, this is what makes Zachary so unique&amp;nbsp;and makes me want ot hold him in my arms forever!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zachary is happiest basking in the glory and attention from his parents while enjoy fine cuisine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Breya said it best, he is his fathers boy!&lt;/div&gt;We had a splendid evening.&amp;nbsp; Jeff pulled the car up and chauffered us to the restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I presented my daper looking boy with a boutineer to complete his outfit and attitude.&amp;nbsp; Zachary was enthralled with the extra touches and attention to detail that make Mahagony&amp;nbsp;(expensive) stand in a class by itself.&amp;nbsp; However, much to my dismay he was&amp;nbsp;most impressed wtih the&amp;nbsp;"hot"&amp;nbsp;girls at the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; He devored the appetizer, lobster cargot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He loved his dinner, filet migon.&amp;nbsp; He was stufted for dessert, 7 layer chocolate cake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a birthday celebration fit for a king, &amp;nbsp;exactly as Zachary would want it.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_aajYlxXFI/AAAAAAAACvw/7DGB7KEPwso/s1600/mahagony.zach.2010+019+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="486" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_aajYlxXFI/AAAAAAAACvw/7DGB7KEPwso/s640/mahagony.zach.2010+019+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As soon as we arrived home from our vacation we were faced with 3 birthdays&amp;nbsp;during the&amp;nbsp;first week.&amp;nbsp; Dianne and Newell flew out for a joint celebration.&amp;nbsp; We are so happy to share this time with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_H3GMZgegI/AAAAAAAACvQ/6zjS9kFQyos/s1600/april.random+153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_H3GMZgegI/AAAAAAAACvQ/6zjS9kFQyos/s640/april.random+153.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_Hm4qGVFcI/AAAAAAAACvA/G18c8Y3XeWc/s1600/may.2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_Hm4qGVFcI/AAAAAAAACvA/G18c8Y3XeWc/s640/may.2010+001.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last weekend, we had Ellie's friend party.&amp;nbsp; She was unsure of what&amp;nbsp;type of party she wanted until 3 days before the actual party day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To be fair to her...we were not&amp;nbsp;sure &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; we could have a party either until the 3 days&amp;nbsp;prior.&amp;nbsp; Our weeks were jammed packed with&amp;nbsp;responsibilities and &amp;nbsp;it looked impossible to&amp;nbsp;find time, &amp;nbsp;but, it just so happens that we had a free friday night&amp;nbsp;pop up.&amp;nbsp; So, we jumped on it and quickly planned a party.&amp;nbsp; I had a hard time giving up control of the details.&amp;nbsp; The ideas, planning, invations, and all the details were&amp;nbsp;organized by&amp;nbsp;Ellie alone.&amp;nbsp; I was impressed with her planning.&amp;nbsp;And, her invitations.&amp;nbsp; Only after&amp;nbsp;I recovered from the shock that she did not want to use the invites I made her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is her party afterall.&amp;nbsp; And, she is growing up.&amp;nbsp; "Let it go" is exactly how Jeff put it.&amp;nbsp; So, I did.&amp;nbsp; And, she planned an outstanding "Salon style pampering" party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_Ke_xn-G-I/AAAAAAAACvY/0EtgPAoSRAc/s1600/ellie.invite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_Ke_xn-G-I/AAAAAAAACvY/0EtgPAoSRAc/s640/ellie.invite.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The girls did makeovers, opened presents, went to dinner, changed into jammies, did facials and nails, watched a movie,&amp;nbsp;snacks and cake,&amp;nbsp; parents picked up the girls at 11:00.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A true "late-over."&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmUj1pRpI/AAAAAAAACuw/CLfUVk5AIkU/s1600/may.2010+176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmUj1pRpI/AAAAAAAACuw/CLfUVk5AIkU/s640/may.2010+176.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmL0xOU5I/AAAAAAAACuo/O9wVYw006k8/s1600/may.2010+147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmL0xOU5I/AAAAAAAACuo/O9wVYw006k8/s640/may.2010+147.JPG" width="634" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmjbaTpMI/AAAAAAAACu4/buKlBC5Wqxc/s1600/may.2010+192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_HmjbaTpMI/AAAAAAAACu4/buKlBC5Wqxc/s640/may.2010+192.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Girls giving each other facials with a&amp;nbsp;skin care mask.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was a great night.&amp;nbsp; I think all the girls had fun.&amp;nbsp; I know the birthday girl had a ball.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie has a twin, &amp;nbsp;you know...his birthday&amp;nbsp;scoop comin soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2583540360260372796?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2583540360260372796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2583540360260372796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2583540360260372796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2583540360260372796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-birthday-season-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s birthday season around here'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_H3GMZgegI/AAAAAAAACvQ/6zjS9kFQyos/s72-c/april.random+153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-487923114852368527</id><published>2010-05-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T05:08:38.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Look Ma, No teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_BqKTi_zXI/AAAAAAAACuA/67mwECokBGk/s1600/may.2010+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_BqKTi_zXI/AAAAAAAACuA/67mwECokBGk/s640/may.2010+120.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Within the span of&amp;nbsp;3 months Avery has lost all four of her front teeth.&amp;nbsp; Her excitement didn't fade from the&amp;nbsp;first to the fourth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She loves having loose teeth and loves to &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; of the tooth fairy.&amp;nbsp; However, she's not to&amp;nbsp;eager to leave her tooth under the pillow.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she wants to keep&amp;nbsp;her teeth instead of passing it on to the fairy, and then some nights she plain forgets.&amp;nbsp; But, when it all works out she is&amp;nbsp;happy as a clam to find the hidden dollars in the morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More than the toothfairy&amp;nbsp;OR the money I think her joy&amp;nbsp;came from being among the group of kindergarteners who had lost a tooth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each morning Mrs. Devoe would ask&amp;nbsp;"who lost a tooth overnight."&amp;nbsp; she would then track and count the numbers of&amp;nbsp; missing teeth in her claass.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is a big deal to 6 year olds.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants to&amp;nbsp;make a tally mark.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For many months Avery sat still desperately hoping for a loose tooth.&amp;nbsp; Finally it was her time.&amp;nbsp; Which made her turn to&amp;nbsp;make a tally mark all the more sweet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As happy as Avery is, I can't help but&amp;nbsp;miss her baby teeth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or maybe it's the baby Avery that I miss as she is growing up right before my eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_BrmwwNYfI/AAAAAAAACuI/yAuQyirYnYA/s1600/may.2010+236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_BrmwwNYfI/AAAAAAAACuI/yAuQyirYnYA/s640/may.2010+236.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-487923114852368527?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/487923114852368527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=487923114852368527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/487923114852368527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/487923114852368527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-ma-no-teeth.html' title='Look Ma, No teeth'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S_BqKTi_zXI/AAAAAAAACuA/67mwECokBGk/s72-c/may.2010+120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-3376420563869292519</id><published>2010-05-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:43:35.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Happy Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-7M6YV8P-I/AAAAAAAACtw/ndDqRqGv5vM/s1600/may.2010+240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-7M6YV8P-I/AAAAAAAACtw/ndDqRqGv5vM/s640/may.2010+240.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring makes me happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love the vibrant blue eggs of a robin.&amp;nbsp; Each spring since we have lived in Omaha we have had the pleasure to watch a robin hatch her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-7NZ_2WYvI/AAAAAAAACt4/erxBOUqlgZM/s1600/robinnest+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-7NZ_2WYvI/AAAAAAAACt4/erxBOUqlgZM/s640/robinnest+005.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, never before have we had such a front row seat to the show.&amp;nbsp; This little Robin didn't pick a very&amp;nbsp;safe&lt;br /&gt;spot on the tree.&amp;nbsp; The very bottom branch is where she built her nest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;are very careful when we look at the nest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When mama bird goes to get the babies a worm,&amp;nbsp;we sneek a peak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night Mama hovered over us with a worm in her mouth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All the while watching&amp;nbsp;and chirping loudly to let us know she&amp;nbsp;is protecing her babies.&amp;nbsp; We are aware and happy to see her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-3376420563869292519?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/3376420563869292519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=3376420563869292519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3376420563869292519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/3376420563869292519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-7M6YV8P-I/AAAAAAAACtw/ndDqRqGv5vM/s72-c/may.2010+240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6374026651929522619</id><published>2010-05-12T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:42:57.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Williams</title><content type='html'>It was a storybook wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlNXAFBUI/AAAAAAAACqo/WYvDUfcG_EI/s1600/stmartin2010+361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="542" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlNXAFBUI/AAAAAAAACqo/WYvDUfcG_EI/s640/stmartin2010+361.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride was beautiful. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nj--eHUTI/AAAAAAAACqY/nmTj4bFtU7E/s1600/stmartin2010+358+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nj--eHUTI/AAAAAAAACqY/nmTj4bFtU7E/s640/stmartin2010+358+copy.jpg" tt="true" width="602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nkZX8p-VI/AAAAAAAACqg/PJHtKSdNc14/s1600/stmartin2010+357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="544" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nkZX8p-VI/AAAAAAAACqg/PJHtKSdNc14/s640/stmartin2010+357.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The chapel was charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlfhg93dI/AAAAAAAACqw/31lY_EC04Cw/s1600/stmartin2010+316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlfhg93dI/AAAAAAAACqw/31lY_EC04Cw/s640/stmartin2010+316.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were precious, angelic even.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nmxb4vXcI/AAAAAAAACrQ/YmhOLwnI73Q/s1600/stmartin2010+418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nmxb4vXcI/AAAAAAAACrQ/YmhOLwnI73Q/s640/stmartin2010+418.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had pictures of the girls actually walking down the aisle.&amp;nbsp;They each had such a big&amp;nbsp;pretty smile plastered on their&amp;nbsp;face.&amp;nbsp; They were calm, just a bit nervous&amp;nbsp;but happy as they took the lead in welcoming the bride in.&amp;nbsp; Boy, do they ever love their new Aunt!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Lily anxiously awaiting their walk down the aisle as junior bridesmaides&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlp1Vyc-I/AAAAAAAACq4/IAZmxemHvm4/s1600/stmartin2010+327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="614" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlp1Vyc-I/AAAAAAAACq4/IAZmxemHvm4/s640/stmartin2010+327.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qvoovcbyI/AAAAAAAACtY/3XpAKd725Gg/s1600/stmartin2010+334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qvoovcbyI/AAAAAAAACtY/3XpAKd725Gg/s640/stmartin2010+334.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zachary was very sincere in his efforts as ring bearer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He felt honored to have been given the duty and wanted to make his Uncle proud.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Carefully walking down the aisle, stepping up on the little step, and gently handing over the ring when it was time.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Rob gave him a not so subtle "high five"&amp;nbsp;during the ceremony.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He did a splendid job and made us all proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qwT2GuqII/AAAAAAAACto/vOOStWaq3Vg/s1600/stmartin2010+345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qwT2GuqII/AAAAAAAACto/vOOStWaq3Vg/s640/stmartin2010+345.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; One happy set of parents.&amp;nbsp; Mother and Father of the groom.&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n-xKvKVUI/AAAAAAAACrw/sfUkqIfnqw0/s640/stmartin2010+409.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perfectly fit &amp;nbsp;flowers for the girls.&amp;nbsp; Simple elegance.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n90ozQyEI/AAAAAAAACro/1IEUGbiPnXs/s1600/stmartin2010+414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n90ozQyEI/AAAAAAAACro/1IEUGbiPnXs/s640/stmartin2010+414.JPG" tt="true" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avery was in the wedding party as well.&amp;nbsp; She just chose not to walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oG0jNkBDI/AAAAAAAACtA/NKZoUl28EG0/s1600/stmartin2010+397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oG0jNkBDI/AAAAAAAACtA/NKZoUl28EG0/s640/stmartin2010+397.JPG" tt="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After the ceremony, we enjoyed our afternoon relaxing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by the water.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a way to gear up for the evening festivities of dancing and celebrating with one another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_EOoinuI/AAAAAAAACr4/G9T8X5vR7h0/s1600/stmartin2010+439+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_EOoinuI/AAAAAAAACr4/G9T8X5vR7h0/s640/stmartin2010+439+copy.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_p-n06WI/AAAAAAAACsA/MXbOqtlPzyU/s1600/stmartin2010+474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-ogt1MY60I/AAAAAAAACtI/-r2FMAAKamU/s1600/stmartin2010+474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-ogt1MY60I/AAAAAAAACtI/-r2FMAAKamU/s640/stmartin2010+474.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_zPg-8kI/AAAAAAAACsI/r-8lJr31K6I/s1600/stmartin2010+453+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_zPg-8kI/AAAAAAAACsI/r-8lJr31K6I/s640/stmartin2010+453+copy.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_63DDVJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/IEGySiK5RNg/s1600/stmartin2010+451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-n_63DDVJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/IEGySiK5RNg/s640/stmartin2010+451.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCIWiKFHI/AAAAAAAACsg/1MgMdT-cJDo/s1600/stmartin2010+484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCIWiKFHI/AAAAAAAACsg/1MgMdT-cJDo/s640/stmartin2010+484.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCRl-2ijI/AAAAAAAACso/ZgF29Zak6-Y/s1600/stmartin2010+492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCRl-2ijI/AAAAAAAACso/ZgF29Zak6-Y/s640/stmartin2010+492.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let the dancing begin...&amp;nbsp; The girls were the first ones on the dance floor.&amp;nbsp; Lovin' every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Zachary was soon discovered to be the dancing machine.&amp;nbsp; He danced the night away...with several ladies.&amp;nbsp;(wish I had a pic of him)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-ojrdmZxsI/AAAAAAAACtQ/01Yiqp6vaus/s1600/stmartin2010+478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-ojrdmZxsI/AAAAAAAACtQ/01Yiqp6vaus/s640/stmartin2010+478.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCiLxt3II/AAAAAAAACsw/YCMC1HThNbs/s1600/stmartin2010+503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-oCiLxt3II/AAAAAAAACsw/YCMC1HThNbs/s640/stmartin2010+503.JPG" tt="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qvx29t70I/AAAAAAAACtg/5RSp03LaDmk/s1600/rob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-qvx29t70I/AAAAAAAACtg/5RSp03LaDmk/s640/rob.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The night was magical. Ocean breeze in the air, fireworks in the sky and&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;joined together. The whole family had a wonderful time celebrating this occassion. &amp;nbsp;Happy to be together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Robby and Kat for sharing it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6374026651929522619?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6374026651929522619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6374026651929522619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6374026651929522619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6374026651929522619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-and-mrs-williams.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Williams'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-nlNXAFBUI/AAAAAAAACqo/WYvDUfcG_EI/s72-c/stmartin2010+361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-949717241958542021</id><published>2010-05-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:19:46.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>St Barts</title><content type='html'>As we move on to St. Barts we soon discovered that&amp;nbsp;beauty surronds in French Westo Indies.&amp;nbsp; Man, oh man is it ever gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; Truely Picturesque.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WStfhv99I/AAAAAAAACoY/3pbcR0r_mYo/s1600/postcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WStfhv99I/AAAAAAAACoY/3pbcR0r_mYo/s640/postcard.jpg" tt="true" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This extra large and beastly looking creature greeted us to The Hotel Gurananni by sunbathing on our patio.&amp;nbsp; Jeff was captivated and fed it pepperoni and granola bars.&amp;nbsp; I call him the wedding mascot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WS5j2fXjI/AAAAAAAACog/NacEFNagvf0/s1600/stmartinpart2+270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WS5j2fXjI/AAAAAAAACog/NacEFNagvf0/s640/stmartinpart2+270.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where we spent most of our time.&amp;nbsp; Can you stand it?&amp;nbsp; I agree with Lily (age 9) when she said, "I could get very used to this lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WT38ObuGI/AAAAAAAACoo/_M8PowArlaM/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WT38ObuGI/AAAAAAAACoo/_M8PowArlaM/s640/beach.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-wedding happy couple. No jitters for them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but they were very busy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lots of last minute details that come with a dreamy destination wedding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They handled the stress very well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Only a few more days... till this.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WUp4i7mwI/AAAAAAAACow/u9IHe0V0ws4/s1600/stmartin2010+215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WUp4i7mwI/AAAAAAAACow/u9IHe0V0ws4/s640/stmartin2010+215.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WZPwG1HdI/AAAAAAAACpI/FrsUXX1-evM/s1600/rob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WZPwG1HdI/AAAAAAAACpI/FrsUXX1-evM/s640/rob.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No stress for us however!&amp;nbsp; We were whisked off on&amp;nbsp;a private 50 foot yacht.&amp;nbsp; A-ma-zinggggg.&amp;nbsp; Stinkin' amazing.&amp;nbsp; I loved every minute of our 4 hour day trip.&amp;nbsp; We sailed around the island, stopped to snorkle and saw the most beautiful and completely private beaches,&amp;nbsp;only accessible via boat.&amp;nbsp; Where were the children you ask?&amp;nbsp; Gigi and Papa kindly volunteered to watch all of them for us.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I was worried it would take a toll on my parents, but that big calming blue ocean setttled my nerves and I enjoyed our ride.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here is where we stopped to snorkle.&amp;nbsp; Jeff and Chrissy saw a shark.&amp;nbsp; Long and skinny one.&amp;nbsp; I saw nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WYmCwRQRI/AAAAAAAACo4/rPbvwdCooQ4/s1600/stmartin2010+272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WYmCwRQRI/AAAAAAAACo4/rPbvwdCooQ4/s640/stmartin2010+272.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Robby's boss Johnathon, and girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Mark and Chrissy, me and a friend of Robs.&amp;nbsp; Jeff is taking the pic.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WaQJo5jbI/AAAAAAAACpQ/chqBej3hkb0/s1600/stmartin2010+276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WaQJo5jbI/AAAAAAAACpQ/chqBej3hkb0/s640/stmartin2010+276.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WY7jd1tzI/AAAAAAAACpA/XrqEUPw7fBU/s1600/stmartin2010+266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WY7jd1tzI/AAAAAAAACpA/XrqEUPw7fBU/s640/stmartin2010+266.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was Regatta Weekend.&amp;nbsp; We had the pleasure of watching these incrediable sailboats all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Friday evening was the rehearsal dinner at the Wall House Restaurant in town.&amp;nbsp; It was delightful.&amp;nbsp; Perfectly set for a night of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kat and Rob strung pics of all the guests around the room.&amp;nbsp; I loved it. Looked so personal with a touch of flair.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-Wr_en-jZI/AAAAAAAACpg/GiQuoseIZSo/s1600/stmartin2010+298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-Wr_en-jZI/AAAAAAAACpg/GiQuoseIZSo/s640/stmartin2010+298.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-giclm7nuI/AAAAAAAACpo/7qrWwHsX4F0/s1600/stmartin2010+308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-giclm7nuI/AAAAAAAACpo/7qrWwHsX4F0/s640/stmartin2010+308.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby and Kat express their gratitude to their guests.&amp;nbsp; Really, it is our pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-gij_BA9-I/AAAAAAAACpw/x10cagQaEi0/s1600/stmartin2010+312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="588" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-gij_BA9-I/AAAAAAAACpw/x10cagQaEi0/s640/stmartin2010+312.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-gisvsAFwI/AAAAAAAACp4/xOGcQQtrjtE/s1600/stmartin2010+290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-gisvsAFwI/AAAAAAAACp4/xOGcQQtrjtE/s640/stmartin2010+290.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ellie and Lily ordering juice to their hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the wedding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will get the next post up tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; I need to speed up&amp;nbsp;the pace with posting.&amp;nbsp; Getting more and more behind on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; family "back to reality" posts as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-949717241958542021?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/949717241958542021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=949717241958542021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/949717241958542021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/949717241958542021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/05/st-barts.html' title='St Barts'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S-WStfhv99I/AAAAAAAACoY/3pbcR0r_mYo/s72-c/postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-9004979702485406382</id><published>2010-04-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:52:01.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family vacation'/><title type='text'>Paradise found</title><content type='html'>Taking our family to the caribean to celebrate&amp;nbsp;Rob's marriage proved to be&amp;nbsp;the paradise we were looking for.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;the vacation of a lifetime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything we had dreamed it to be. Infact,&amp;nbsp; most of the time we felt as if we were dreaming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now&amp;nbsp;I take on the daunting task of documenting this amazing vacation.&amp;nbsp; How will I ever do it justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in St Martin for the first part of our trip.&amp;nbsp; We rented a beautiful condo on the beach and right next door to the Westin (mark and chrissy family)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loved the huge&amp;nbsp;patio and it's overlooking view of the beach and mountains.&amp;nbsp; Simple gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; It seems each day the morning&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;called me out to the&amp;nbsp;patio to enjoy my breakfast and&amp;nbsp;book while I waited for the others to wake up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is no better way to start the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9DsZTd5CdI/AAAAAAAACl8/3YFjc6wzq_Y/s1600/stmartin2010+093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9MD3l5dR3I/AAAAAAAACoM/eCUrrzHn9wU/s1600/stmartin2010+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9MD3l5dR3I/AAAAAAAACoM/eCUrrzHn9wU/s640/stmartin2010+089.JPG" tt="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The girls also enjoyed eating breakfast in jammies on the patio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most overwhelmed by the beauty of the sea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cariabean&amp;nbsp;ocean&amp;nbsp;on it's own, &amp;nbsp;is breathtaking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Crystal clear blue water like I've never seen before.&amp;nbsp; We spent our days at the beach, each day a new and different one.&amp;nbsp; Each one more beautiful than the last.&amp;nbsp; I loved the lounge chairs with big umbrellas to relax under.&amp;nbsp; Ideal.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved the water...never getting bored and played all day long.&amp;nbsp; They especially loved riding the waves on boogie boards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HICZ8DLxI/AAAAAAAACm0/oFV2GopK1OQ/s1600/stmartinpart2+119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HICZ8DLxI/AAAAAAAACm0/oFV2GopK1OQ/s640/stmartinpart2+119.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HIPoM3ZzI/AAAAAAAACm8/8X8aHpYfSz4/s1600/stmartinpart2+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HIPoM3ZzI/AAAAAAAACm8/8X8aHpYfSz4/s640/stmartinpart2+193.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HI5yWQBTI/AAAAAAAACnc/ilYMlLOt0Ek/s1600/stmartinpart2+204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9HI5yWQBTI/AAAAAAAACnc/ilYMlLOt0Ek/s640/stmartinpart2+204.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The last day on St martin we took a little boat over to Pineal Island.&amp;nbsp; We had heard about this awesome beach back home in Omaha and knew it was not to be missed.&amp;nbsp; Boy, it lived up to our expectations.&amp;nbsp; This was my favorite beach of the trip.&amp;nbsp; Very mild water, no waves.&amp;nbsp; Remote island with only&amp;nbsp;2 restaurants run by a generator.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was at this beach where we introduced the kids to lobster.&amp;nbsp; They loved it.&amp;nbsp; They picked out a big 'ol lobster out of the cages in the ocean!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Delish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9MC8ZfgReI/AAAAAAAACn8/LEVwFHI3A0w/s1600/stmartinpart2+231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9MC8ZfgReI/AAAAAAAACn8/LEVwFHI3A0w/s640/stmartinpart2+231.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Speaking of delicious...we ate&amp;nbsp;most evenings at a new&amp;nbsp;restaurant, each one&amp;nbsp;situated on the water&amp;nbsp;and just off the sand.&amp;nbsp; And enjoyed every bite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The scenary is gorgeous and the food delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9DwqBBt-5I/AAAAAAAACmc/xIYo-7cLqQ0/s1600/stmartin2010+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9DwqBBt-5I/AAAAAAAACmc/xIYo-7cLqQ0/s640/stmartin2010+140.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wedding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; as we move on to St. Barts on&amp;nbsp;a ferry boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9D2U6q66WI/AAAAAAAACmk/rwltGydq2qA/s1600/stmartin2010+180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9D2U6q66WI/AAAAAAAACmk/rwltGydq2qA/s640/stmartin2010+180.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9D2h7PBV0I/AAAAAAAACms/YtQMUyLKzUk/s1600/stmartin2010+189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9D2h7PBV0I/AAAAAAAACms/YtQMUyLKzUk/s640/stmartin2010+189.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-9004979702485406382?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/9004979702485406382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=9004979702485406382' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/9004979702485406382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/9004979702485406382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradise-found.html' title='Paradise found'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S9DsZTd5CdI/AAAAAAAACl8/3YFjc6wzq_Y/s72-c/stmartin2010+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-8350693146876211374</id><published>2010-04-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:53:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today is a special day.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday to Zachary and Ellie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each year at the twins birthday I can't help&amp;nbsp;but think about the power of prayer and how thankful I am for this blessing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Ask and ye shall receive".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We prayed that the lives of our micro preemies would be spared.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are living proff that miracles exist.&amp;nbsp; Through the loving&amp;nbsp;hand of our Heavenly Father they are with us today and I am so thankful to Him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, I am thankful to Zachary and Ellie for all the joy they bring to my life.&amp;nbsp; Both of these children are very sensitive, kind and loving souls.&amp;nbsp; They enrich our home with happy moments, giggles, good times and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8pnFeN7I0I/AAAAAAAAClM/sE_bdrWOs2w/s1600/april.random+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8pnFeN7I0I/AAAAAAAAClM/sE_bdrWOs2w/s640/april.random+115.JPG" width="426" wt="true" /&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8pnMiWYtmI/AAAAAAAAClU/e7Ud8L0jM2c/s1600/april.random+118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8pnMiWYtmI/AAAAAAAAClU/e7Ud8L0jM2c/s640/april.random+118.JPG" width="474" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8ryruifCAI/AAAAAAAACl0/eY6GwBpYHkI/s1600/stmartin2010+468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8ryruifCAI/AAAAAAAACl0/eY6GwBpYHkI/s640/stmartin2010+468.JPG" width="610" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 11th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We love you, sweet babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-8350693146876211374?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/8350693146876211374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=8350693146876211374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8350693146876211374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/8350693146876211374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/04/twinners.html' title='twinners'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8pnFeN7I0I/AAAAAAAAClM/sE_bdrWOs2w/s72-c/april.random+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5661551945721340311</id><published>2010-04-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:08:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my very favorite person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8R3zy4mWCI/AAAAAAAACk0/QgQ8EQPR3cQ/s1600/jefflaurstmartin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8R3zy4mWCI/AAAAAAAACk0/QgQ8EQPR3cQ/s640/jefflaurstmartin.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make my heart sing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you always and forever.&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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8UjnRplrjI/AAAAAAAACk8/9VZsyaEw33g/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8UjnRplrjI/AAAAAAAACk8/9VZsyaEw33g/s640/001.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5661551945721340311?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5661551945721340311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5661551945721340311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5661551945721340311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5661551945721340311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-very-favorite-person.html' title='To my very favorite person.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S8R3zy4mWCI/AAAAAAAACk0/QgQ8EQPR3cQ/s72-c/jefflaurstmartin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-2899777684198935472</id><published>2010-03-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:51:55.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A glimpse of sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Looks like spring may finally be here.&amp;nbsp; Ah sunshine, it does wonders for our soul.&amp;nbsp; On Thursday, after school we took off running to the park.&amp;nbsp; We felt the warmth on our skin and a cool breeze in the air and knew&amp;nbsp;it to be a perfect park day.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is what we look forward to, and this year in particular it was a long time in waiting.&amp;nbsp; Ellie and the Lentsch girls rode their bikes up to the park by themselves, she is getting so independant.&amp;nbsp; I love it and&amp;nbsp;worry about it at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Is this normal?&amp;nbsp; The rest of us drove up but, played till our hearts content just the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATLeLV7TI/AAAAAAAACkM/sWVK0eq9PbA/s1600/march2510+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="622" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATLeLV7TI/AAAAAAAACkM/sWVK0eq9PbA/s640/march2510+103.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATA6GgztI/AAAAAAAACkE/dJmMpKL2YrM/s1600/march2510+100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATA6GgztI/AAAAAAAACkE/dJmMpKL2YrM/s640/march2510+100.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7AT4Rg-4lI/AAAAAAAACkk/rDlVvvjWNgM/s1600/march2510+098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7AT4Rg-4lI/AAAAAAAACkk/rDlVvvjWNgM/s640/march2510+098.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that boys must always jump off the swings?&amp;nbsp; Zach in mid air (although not far from the&amp;nbsp;ground) &amp;nbsp;after attemping a jump.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7AVTi5rbFI/AAAAAAAACks/rdIUYHdgzlU/s1600/march2510+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7AVTi5rbFI/AAAAAAAACks/rdIUYHdgzlU/s640/march2510+109.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This handsome man joined us at the park, and made everything just a bit brighter.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATvieHDiI/AAAAAAAACkc/kxRQdt9V8z4/s1600/jeffatpark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATvieHDiI/AAAAAAAACkc/kxRQdt9V8z4/s640/jeffatpark.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-2899777684198935472?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/2899777684198935472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=2899777684198935472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2899777684198935472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/2899777684198935472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/03/glimpse-of-sunshine.html' title='A glimpse of sunshine'/><author><name>Laurie</name><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/_7oUqm054Jl8/S7ATLeLV7TI/AAAAAAAACkM/sWVK0eq9PbA/s72-c/march2510+103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6179333885866828358</id><published>2010-03-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:34:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, it's school carnival time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kids love it, parents loath it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, we have been going to Fire Ridges carnival for 5 years now and the kids look forward to&amp;nbsp;it each year.&amp;nbsp; Each year, I think maybe this year they will forget...NEVER has happend.&amp;nbsp; It turns out to be a fun afternoon and of course the PTO does an amazing job with games, food, and&amp;nbsp;good times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary, on this inflatable thing-a-ma-jig in which he runs as fast as he can....only to get slingshot backwards to the start. Ewww, doesn't look fun to me but he sure liked it. &lt;a href="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/carnivalcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nt="true" src="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/carnivalcopy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The girls had a great time walking around the carnival together...doing, I'm not sure what?&amp;nbsp; But, it looks as though they had a good time.&amp;nbsp; Also, not sure what kind of balloon hat they are sporting but it certainly got lots of giggles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/march2510073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/march2510073.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lucky for us, we waited in the karokee line&amp;nbsp;for 30 minutes&amp;nbsp;and until the last call was made for carnival games.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;("have we really been here 3 hours") But, how could we miss this moment.&amp;nbsp; Ellie and Mckenna looked so cute proudly singing Taylor Swift&amp;nbsp;wi th no reserve what-so-ever.&amp;nbsp; They put on quite a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/march2510078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nt="true" src="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/march2510078.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/1047408022807571668-6179333885866828358?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6179333885866828358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6179333885866828358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6179333885866828358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6179333885866828358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-carnival.html' title='school carnival'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-5516196371678748973</id><published>2010-03-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:07:39.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>snapshot of our day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a glimpse of Thursday, March 4th in the Anderson household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cookie time and Avery and I have a lot of delivering to do. If you ordered from us, thank you. You will receive your order soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 639px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 515px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/feb2010050.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ellie started her day off with a spot on the "Falcon Frenzy" the school TV station. She and the other girls were asked to do a commercial to announce bracelet sales after school. They all did a great job. Ellie is the only one who smiled during the commercial...maybe a career in journal broadcasting for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 639px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 488px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some sunshine...Zachary immediately ran outside to play after school. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many people across the country are seeing signs of spring, here in Omaha we are just happy to actually go outside and play in the snow. Yes, snow. Mountains of it still remain. But, finally warm enough to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 639px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 425px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-5516196371678748973?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/5516196371678748973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=5516196371678748973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5516196371678748973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/5516196371678748973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/03/snapshot-of-our-day.html' title='snapshot of our day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1191753309941079093</id><published>2010-02-28T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:57:25.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Well, it was about time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/avery1stlosttooth021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 451px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/avery1stlosttooth021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery finally lost her 1st tooth. Boy, was she excited. She was walking on cloud nine. Delighted. Jumping (literally) with happiness. She has always had a big beautiful smile, she still does...but, now it's a bit wiggly and crooked. Her 2nd bottom tooth is hanging by a thread (I don't like this look) Her top tooth is so loose that it is sticking out, as if the permanent tooth is pushing it. I do happen to love this phase in a child's life, though. A big beautiful smile with missing teeth and happiness in the air. Joy is written all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp102/lauriecarol/avery1stlosttooth016-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/avery1stlosttooth016.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1191753309941079093?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1191753309941079093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1191753309941079093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1191753309941079093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1191753309941079093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-it-was-about-time.html' title='Well, it was about time...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-409663719652378485</id><published>2010-02-03T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:41:35.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>You can see it in her eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/Jan2010013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/Jan2010013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery loves her big sister. It is obvious to all that know her. The way she looks up to Ellie will melt your heart. Sisters. Avery watches her every move. Not a gesture, joke, or attitude goes unnoticed by this little one. It's a sincere form of flattery as Avery imitates it all. She adores her big sister and you can see it in her eyes. Those baby blues sparkle at the mere mention of her name. I never knew admiration could run so deep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie's number one fan is Avery. After dinner the girls often put on mini dance performances for us.  Avery gladly takes 2nd place in honor of Ellie being front and center. Last week, Ellie had a dance concert ( half time show at the high school) Sitting on the stands watching the show Avery said, " I knew Ellie would be good but, I didn't know she would be the best dancer in the show!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it...Ellie," best in show". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-409663719652378485?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/409663719652378485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=409663719652378485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/409663719652378485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/409663719652378485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-see-it-in-her-eyes.html' title='You can see it in her eyes'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-1274176217490954082</id><published>2010-01-22T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:50:44.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-1274176217490954082?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/1274176217490954082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=1274176217490954082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1274176217490954082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/1274176217490954082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-6602593964049516551</id><published>2010-01-18T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:20:47.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't love it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you remember singing into your hairbrush when you were 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the lampstand is the new "hairbrush." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/jan10008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; break out the microphone...the stand is to confining.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/jan10009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 527px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/elliedancing.jpg" /&gt; Tonight, Ellie invited me into her room to watch a performance. She would sing 6 Taylor Swift songs and I would pay her 1.00 admission. She had practiced every song and memorized the words. She sang with her heart out. And, even came up with a signature "twang" to her voice. She was thrilled to perform, (after the first few moments of silliness) and put on quite a show. She didn't even mind me grabbing my camera, make that... her camera. Mine was out of batteries (hate it when that happens.) Who doesn't love moments like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047408022807571668-6602593964049516551?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/6602593964049516551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=6602593964049516551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6602593964049516551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/6602593964049516551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-doesnt-love-it.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love it...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-7947494087510782999</id><published>2010-01-13T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:52:30.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><title type='text'>New Year, new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let your light shine this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/winterinomaha058copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a bright year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1047408022807571668-7947494087510782999?l=andersontattletales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/feeds/7947494087510782999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047408022807571668&amp;postID=7947494087510782999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7947494087510782999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047408022807571668/posts/default/7947494087510782999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersontattletales.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-blog.html' title='New Year, new blog'/><author><name>Laurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047408022807571668.post-4731230112648689928</id><published>2010-01-13T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:52:54.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Holiday highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We love December in all it's crazy glory. I was determined to not let this month get by without a wrap up blog post. Bear with me...it's better late than never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let the month of celebrations and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/gingerbreadcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kindergarten is such a joy. The middle of the month was "gingerbread time." I joined Avery and the entire kindergarten in making a gingerbread home. Tempting to not eat the candy but Avery held out and built a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/gingerbreadcopy.jpg" /&gt;Avery was invited to ring the bell for salvation army in the middle of December.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/bellringing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/gingerbreadcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With no sunshine overhead and icy cold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperatures&lt;/span&gt;, Avery set out to ring the bell with the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae53/loloanderson/gingerbreadcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finest intent. She and her friend, Alexis were very shy but serious in their bell ringing. I don't actually know how much money they raised (they stood out for 20 min) but, I am quite there has been anyone cuter collecting money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sp
