<?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-33603666</id><updated>2011-11-25T21:51:10.621-08:00</updated><category term='Easter 2008'/><title type='text'>Just Another Ordinary Wonderful Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-1302440548433690616</id><published>2011-10-31T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:35:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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go camping down here.&amp;nbsp; With stories of the horrendous mosquitoes, alligators that lie in wait to eat small children, and ravenous racoons that cut holes in your tent like a CIA agent, I have never had the smallest desire to go.&amp;nbsp; Well, leave it to some good friends to convince us that it wasn't ALL that bad. We decided to try it out--once couldn't hurt right?&amp;nbsp; So we decided to join the 5 other families that were going and drove the hour and a half drive to Huntsville State Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_QNUsBDUUo/TWVlUWXfPWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hmgk_XfZRo/s1600/DSC00401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_QNUsBDUUo/TWVlUWXfPWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hmgk_XfZRo/s320/DSC00401.JPG" width="320" /&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/-j-n6wRYudaQ/TWVdp1kDgJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zae5kpfjrVY/s1600/DSC00396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-n6wRYudaQ/TWVdp1kDgJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zae5kpfjrVY/s320/DSC00396.JPG" width="320" /&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;It couldn't have been better--well, maybe a mattress would have saved my back and kidneys from hurting--but otherwise it was perfect.&amp;nbsp; It was so crazy to not&amp;nbsp;go to bed freezing.&amp;nbsp; We only&amp;nbsp;wore sweatshirts at night around the campfire!&amp;nbsp; We had beautiful weather, no mosquitoes, and the only alligator we saw was this one that Zander and Elle got to pet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4dglXTwDTw/TZ3ZyG_RGhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2h-Lhy9AH08/s1600/DSC00406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4dglXTwDTw/TZ3ZyG_RGhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2h-Lhy9AH08/s320/DSC00406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zander petting the baby alligator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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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;&amp;nbsp;We couldn't convince Elle to come out with us.&amp;nbsp; She was having too much fun playing with her friends.&amp;nbsp; However, she did go out with another family later on.&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;We had such a great time being with our friends, talking by the fire,&amp;nbsp;cooking breakfast together, and&amp;nbsp;being reminded that&amp;nbsp;Houston does have natural beauty--it's just&amp;nbsp;well hidden.&amp;nbsp;Even all the kids (13 kids under the age of 8) managed to play well together and stay safely away from the water.&amp;nbsp; I was relieved that our campsite was well away from the lake.&amp;nbsp; We were so sad when it was time to go.&amp;nbsp; With all the work it takes to get packed and ready, I really would have liked to stay another day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-9123183070449725393?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/9123183070449725393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=9123183070449725393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9123183070449725393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9123183070449725393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping-in-february.html' title='Camping in February?'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_QNUsBDUUo/TWVlUWXfPWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hmgk_XfZRo/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5562583455641705783</id><published>2010-11-01T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:09:53.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Haunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Halloween from Wonderland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided this year, that our family would be the characters from Alice in Wonderland--from Tim Burton movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wk6JV4DI/AAAAAAAAAhk/y45a_erTvQA/s1600/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555140215136306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wk6JV4DI/AAAAAAAAAhk/y45a_erTvQA/s320/DSC00108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jabberwocky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by Lewis Carroll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T'was brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Beware the Jabberwck, my son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The frumious Bandersnatch!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took his vorpal sword in hand:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time the manxome foe he sought--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So rested he by the Tumtum tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And stood awhile in thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as in uffish thought he stood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Jabberwock, with eyes of fame, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And burbled as it came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One, two! One, two! And through and through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He left it dead, and with its head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went galumphing back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to my arms, my beamish boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O fabjours day! Callooh! Callay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He chortled in his joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'T was brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7lmbJuovI/AAAAAAAAAiE/a6rUX4ESojE/s1600/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534613440371270386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7lmbJuovI/AAAAAAAAAiE/a6rUX4ESojE/s320/DSC00170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our brave and lovely Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7lmuR7txI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Az2CD5Q9YQk/s1600/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534613445505955602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7lmuR7txI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Az2CD5Q9YQk/s320/DSC00172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most adorable White Rabbit--a rabbit in a waist coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wlNjOrgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/82V-tSKAQjU/s1600/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555145423990274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wlNjOrgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/82V-tSKAQjU/s320/DSC00113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's late! He's late for a very important date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zander was asleep when Jed and I put on our make-up. When he woke up he was absolutely terrified and ran from us. I kept telling him that we were Mom and Dad, but he wanted nothing to do with us. He warmed up a bit when I had Elle come hug me and to tell him that it was Mom, but he still was little hesitent. By the end of the night though, he kept saying, "Mom and Dad funny!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wlVOEABI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WbKwZnOs5H8/s1600/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555147482693650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wlVOEABI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WbKwZnOs5H8/s320/DSC00115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7teIVwBLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/N611phxYums/s1600/alice_in_wonderland_red_queen_body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534622093975487666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7teIVwBLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/N611phxYums/s320/alice_in_wonderland_red_queen_body.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you are not familiar with the movie, this is the queen of hears--or the red queen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your way, my dear? Always my way!! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What a regrettably large head you have. I would very much like to hat it. I used to hat the White Queen, you know. Poor dear. Her head was so small."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My costume is one that we have had around for years. I like that I can use it for a specific character now. The only thing I bought for my get up was the tiny crown. We had leftover red hairspray from Elle's Strawberry Shortcake costume last year and I had plenty of paint and make-up in our stash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wl7Dy1uI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7EgOzMdYycs/s1600/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534555157640173282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wl7Dy1uI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7EgOzMdYycs/s320/DSC00116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had quite a time putting Jed's costume together. I found the jacket and pants--you can't see them really well, but the pants are purple pin striped pants--from a thrift store. I'm not suppose to mention that they are women's clothing, but I'm going to anyway! The vest is the one Jed wore on our wedding day--it's good to get it out of the closest every now and then. And the pink dress shirt is one Jed wears on a weekly basis. I made the thread bandolier from my stash of sewing supplies. The ribbons hanging out of his pocket are also from my stash. I bought the fabric and made a bow tie, and sewed lace on the cuffs with some lace that I originally got to make Elle some puffy socks with. We bought the wig and the top hat. I used some left over orange ribbon to tie around it. IMHO it turned out awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7teSvDV1I/AAAAAAAAAic/8MspLs6S2dA/s1600/alice_in_wonderland_hatter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534622096765966162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM7teSvDV1I/AAAAAAAAAic/8MspLs6S2dA/s320/alice_in_wonderland_hatter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is the Mad Hatter played by Johnny Depp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery and danger! Some say to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter...which luckily I am." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5562583455641705783?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5562583455641705783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5562583455641705783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5562583455641705783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5562583455641705783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-haunts.html' title='Happy Haunts'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TM6wk6JV4DI/AAAAAAAAAhk/y45a_erTvQA/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2951279314983134854</id><published>2010-08-26T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:10:59.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the "Poo Bus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I walked Elle into school the second day and again Zander was very upset to be leaving Elle behind. But I told him that we would meet her when she got off the school bus. There was a bus coming into the parking lot and he points at it and says, "Elle Poo Bus"? LOL! It was so stinkin' cute! I just love this little Man. He is talking so much and says the cutest things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So here is Zander waiting for Sissy to get off the "poo bus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaOO2NUAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jt-kwg3GYyM/s1600/IMGP7159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509760763428687874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaOO2NUAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jt-kwg3GYyM/s320/IMGP7159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaNjn1rpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tvb4r6DsOyI/s1600/IMGP7161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509760751825694354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaNjn1rpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tvb4r6DsOyI/s320/IMGP7161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here comes the bus. It takes as long to go pick Elle up as it does for the bus to bring her home and it drops her off just one house down. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaNQDkbpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/J7CcDcOGSR0/s1600/IMGP7162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509760746573295250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaNQDkbpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/J7CcDcOGSR0/s320/IMGP7162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaMsa8fCI/AAAAAAAAAck/D9I-elCpp8M/s1600/IMGP7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509760737007664162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaMsa8fCI/AAAAAAAAAck/D9I-elCpp8M/s320/IMGP7163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elle was such a big girl getting off the bus. She told me it was very scary though, and she had to sit by a boy. He asked her, "Do you bite?"!! She just kept looking out the window and ignored him. Hillarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TH_1X2YPuWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8zlYHzUbuBo/s1600/001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512394259007781218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TH_1X2YPuWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8zlYHzUbuBo/s320/001+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/33603666-2951279314983134854?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2951279314983134854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2951279314983134854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2951279314983134854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2951279314983134854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-poo-bus.html' title='Riding the &quot;Poo Bus&quot;'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THaaOO2NUAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Jt-kwg3GYyM/s72-c/IMGP7159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8678457003141968949</id><published>2010-08-24T11:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:25:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When we first moved down here, my SIL came to visit us.  As we passed the school in our neighborhood, she asked if that was where Elle would go to school.  I remember laughing to myself as I looked at my 4 month old baby, and telling her that we wouldn't be living here by the time she would be old enough to go to school.  Well, the 2 years we planned on living here came and went.  We're still here 5 years later and Elle is (can you believe it) old enough to go to that school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXsBYFXpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2xNYmh3Pxwk/s1600/IMGP7148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054289232092818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXsBYFXpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2xNYmh3Pxwk/s400/IMGP7148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Elle is so ready to start Kindergarten, but it still is hard to let our little girl grow-up. As many of you know, I have been VERY concerned with Elle starting at the school in our neighborhood. We live in a great neighborhood, but apparently the school district we live in includes many not so great neighborhoods. Any way, I found out that they have all these silly rules--one being a dress code. So unlike all the other little girls in the world who got to wear the cutest, sparkliest, most kitty adorned clothes to the first day of school, Elle had to leave all her guns, and knives, and chains at home, and settle for a dress code approved denim dress with bike shorts underneath as per the code.:) (I'm actually amazed that Denim is an approved fabric.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXtDj-JTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/i8Sy-xGKlBI/s1600/IMGP7141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054306998691122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXtDj-JTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/i8Sy-xGKlBI/s400/IMGP7141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Elle was so excited for her first day! We on the other hand had a horrible night.  Zander was up with a hurting ear and a fever and I think we got about 3 hours of sleep.  I did manage to pull myself off the couch to make special "puffy pancakes" for breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The picture is kind of fuzzy because my camera lens fogged up.  Got to love the humidity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXstEi20I/AAAAAAAAAaE/r54ZL0_pXCM/s1600/IMGP7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054300961299266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXstEi20I/AAAAAAAAAaE/r54ZL0_pXCM/s400/IMGP7143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes, that is my old Game Boy. This girl is seriously addicted to playing video games. Even the 2 min. car ride over required getting in game time. It is a great bargaining tool though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQeO3dEPqI/AAAAAAAAAak/HIblJ3zZBVs/s1600/IMGP7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061484933824162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQeO3dEPqI/AAAAAAAAAak/HIblJ3zZBVs/s400/IMGP7152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here is Elle's class and her teacher Mrs. Parker. We got to "Meet the Teacher" last week where many of my fears were put to rest. Elle's teacher seems great and she also gets to have a student teacher, Mrs. Applewhite, until December. There was an older girl who was helping her little sister get situated and she ran right up to Mrs. P and gave her a great big hug. So I think that means that people have enjoyed her in the past, right? Any way, we had to cut our visit short because Zander started spewing--quite the first impression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Notice Elle's fabulous clear back-pack. You never know what a dangerous Kindergartener will be bringing to school. Again, one of the best things about getting to go to school is picking out a cool back pack. My heart was crushed when I told Elle she couldn't have the cute Tinkerbelle one with wings. But she does love her backpack. It is pink with sparkles embedded in the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQeOe_QRGI/AAAAAAAAAac/xlORn9WdurQ/s1600/IMGP7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509061478366332002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQeOe_QRGI/AAAAAAAAAac/xlORn9WdurQ/s400/IMGP7154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jed traded some hours of work so he could be there to take Elle to her first day.  We felt like the over protective parents, but realized there were several other families escorting their kids to class and taking pictures.  I'm so glad Elle got into Trooper School last year.  I think it totally helped the seperation anxiety.  I gave her hugs "goodbye" and left. Not a single tear. Zander on the other hand was very concerned. He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;saying, "Where Elle go?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQf3NTrLQI/AAAAAAAAAas/fpor4xD98Bw/s1600/IMGP7156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509063277506407682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQf3NTrLQI/AAAAAAAAAas/fpor4xD98Bw/s400/IMGP7156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And in only the short ride home, Zander was completely upset that Elle was not next to him in her buckles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXt55aRsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_U_mze1U83M/s1600/IMGP7157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054321584129730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXt55aRsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_U_mze1U83M/s400/IMGP7157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That is when a tear started trickling down my face. I felt this overwhelming feeling of love that my little guy has for his sister. It reminded me of a dear friend from High School who just lost her five year old son to a brain tumor earlier this year. Her son and daughter were the best of friends and when he died, her daughter was completely lost without him. She said it was one of the hardest things to bear. And when Zander was so upset to not have his sister around, I completely understood that love he has for her. Zander and Elle are the best of buds and how would he handle her being gone &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Zander didn't have too much time to miss his sister.  We took Jed into work so he wouldn't have to ride the bus in to downtown and then headed to the Doctor to Zander's ear checked.  Sure enough, full blown ear infection.  I'm beginning to think that Zander is feeling neglected and Elle is getting all the attention with her starting school; barfing the night we meet the teacher and an ear infection her first day :) Hmmm...hope this doesn't last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the time we left the Dr.,picked up the perscription and did some grocery shopping, it was time to pick up Elle.  She is going to be riding the bus home, but I thought I would pick her up the first day.  There was a bit of confussion as to where I was suppose to meet her, but we finally figured it out.  I'm happy to say that Elle was very excited to see me and Zander nearly jumped out of my arms when she came out the door.  The first thing she told me was that I needed to put on lipstick and kiss her hand.  What???  After asking some clarifying questions, I figured out that they had read &lt;em&gt;The Kissing Hand.  &lt;/em&gt;It's a book about a Raccoon that is nervous to start school.  So his mom kisses the palm of his hand and told him when he was lonely for her he could put his hand on his cheek and feel the warmth of her heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Elle had traced her hand on a piece of paper and her homework was to have her Mom put on lipstick and kiss the palm of the paper hand, cut out the hand, and send it back to school so it could be taped to her cubby.  This would help her if she became lonely or missed her in the coming days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We actually own the book, so for Family Home Evening we read it and kissed each others hands.  This activity also brought tears to my eyes.  I miss my little girl so much when she is gone. Maybe I need to trace my hand and have her kiss it, and tape it to the refrigerator so that when I miss her, I can touch the hand and feel the warmth of her little heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8678457003141968949?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8678457003141968949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8678457003141968949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8678457003141968949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8678457003141968949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THQXsBYFXpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2xNYmh3Pxwk/s72-c/IMGP7148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-650863743252662578</id><published>2010-08-24T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:45:28.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zander's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybUng5GHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5eh6NyfjmVs/s1600/IMGP7057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968820638128242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybUng5GHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5eh6NyfjmVs/s320/IMGP7057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509479289715681538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaOTjf6QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0xlNChFY5v4/s200/IMGP7040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy is two! I can honestly say I am so amazed that we made it. It has been a very long year. As I was thinking about all the events that have happened in the life of this little guy I think him being in a cast for 6 weeks counts as an entire year by itself. In the short amount of time he learned to roll over, crawl, pull to standing, cruise furniture, attempt to climb stairs, and walk again! All the things a baby would do in an entire year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zander is the sweetest little boy ever! He gives the most lovable "squeezes", and "sugar", and my favorite "snuzzies". He is also very smart and quite active--lethal combination! He usually has some scratch or bump or bruise on him--mostly his head and ALWAYS when I want to get his pictures taken. He climbs and jumps, and does somersaults and can throw and kick a ball. At Mesa Verde he climbed a 15 ft ladder by himself! (Of course Dad was right behind him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybVJlep2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/6cTuRPrfH0o/s1600/IMGP7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968829784172386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybVJlep2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/6cTuRPrfH0o/s320/IMGP7079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elle is Zander's best friend and tries to do everything that she does. I totally relate to that. I always was trying to follow my brother's footsteps--which one time lead to falling off a rather tall slide and putting a nice cut by my eye. Zander was a little lost when Elle was at Trooper school and I think he is going to miss having her home. But I am looking forward to some one-on-one time with "my guy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybU23H9II/AAAAAAAAAgs/2q-Bdl02tlQ/s1600/IMGP7082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968824757908610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybU23H9II/AAAAAAAAAgs/2q-Bdl02tlQ/s320/IMGP7082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask Zander what his favorite color is he will tell you "boo" (blue), but he picks green every time. And if you ask him how old he is he says "5" and then I say "no..." and he changes to "2". And he definitely is a two year old--his favorite phrases are "I wanna do!" and "It's mine!" Oh, the fun.  Zander also absolutely HATES nursery. Even walking down the hall, he knows what his fate will be and starts huddling and clinging to your neck. We just have to walk away and let him scream it out. They have been bringing him back to us lately, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaOygbCAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-XuTP25XWe4/s1600/IMGP7041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509479298024278018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaOygbCAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-XuTP25XWe4/s200/IMGP7041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaPb8DefI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bjMsMU2QYYo/s1600/IMGP7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509479309146028530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaPb8DefI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bjMsMU2QYYo/s200/IMGP7050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaP4lWEII/AAAAAAAAAcU/2jHTDbxhKmM/s1600/IMGP7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509479316835405954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaP4lWEII/AAAAAAAAAcU/2jHTDbxhKmM/s200/IMGP7054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaP4lWEII/AAAAAAAAAcU/2jHTDbxhKmM/s1600/IMGP7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Zander's actual birthday we had a little party with Grammie and Papa.  They ended up driving home with us.  They were coming down for a conference in Dallas and were suppose to be flying, but decided to drive instead.  We got to spend a couple of days with them.  They were leaving the morning of your birthday, so we celebrated early.  We made Zander a chocolate cake with fudge frosting with a "Z" of marshmallows--his favorite treat!  He can sing "Happy Birthday" and it is SO cute.  He sang, "Happy to you. Happy to you.  Happy to Elle.  Happy to you!"  and then blew out his two candles.  Zander got a little trike and some new clothes, a microphone like Syd the Science Kid, shark (sharch) jammies, a Little People airplane, and Little People Stand n' Play Rampway.  Zander loves cars and motorcycles and trucks of every kind.  He gets so excited when he hears a motorcycle rev or a big truck honk or shift gears--his Grandpas and Uncles should be so proud!  We had a really lazy day on Zander's birthday.  We were still recovering from our expedition home and getting settled back into the routine of things.  As I was getting ready to go pick Jed up from work, (he rode in with his parents since they were on their way out anyway) I found Zander sound asleep in the corner of the play room on the huge bear.  So sweet.  Happy Birthday little guy!  We love you so VERY much :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaP4lWEII/AAAAAAAAAcU/2jHTDbxhKmM/s1600/IMGP7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWaP4lWEII/AAAAAAAAAcU/2jHTDbxhKmM/s1600/IMGP7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-650863743252662578?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/650863743252662578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=650863743252662578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/650863743252662578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/650863743252662578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/08/zanders-2nd-birthday.html' title='Zander&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TMybUng5GHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5eh6NyfjmVs/s72-c/IMGP7057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-59824421336442846</id><published>2010-08-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:46:43.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TIr7IR-ILQI/AAAAAAAAAec/j6vDpETsjLc/s1600/IMGP0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515496813350104322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TIr7IR-ILQI/AAAAAAAAAec/j6vDpETsjLc/s320/IMGP0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My little girl turned 5 today! I think this day has been rather easy--especially since everyone told me that the fifth birthday is such a landmark. But you know what? Not even a tear! I think maybe it was because we were in Utah and not having to miss family--I don't know. Any way, no matter what, this birthday marks 5 years of growth in many many ways. My little girl is growing up. And life is continuing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We woke up early so we could celebrate Elle's Birthday before Jed flew home. We gave Elle a list of options she could do for her birthday and she chose to go miniature golfing at Cherry Hill. When we got there, I realized it was an excellent choice. Elle wanted a unicorn themed birthday this year and it turned out the golf course is castle/medieval themed. Perfect! We also bought a castle with 5 stuffed unicorn animals, off a cart there. Lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHQ4n9JvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CwVEQHnKUHo/s1600/IMGP6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509458443305297650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHQ4n9JvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CwVEQHnKUHo/s200/IMGP6731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHP4pXo-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YUXjl1RHgE8/s1600/IMGP6727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509458426131358690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHP4pXo-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YUXjl1RHgE8/s200/IMGP6727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHQS2O5XI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Bu1DpR7LfOY/s1600/IMGP6730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509458433164633458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHQS2O5XI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Bu1DpR7LfOY/s200/IMGP6730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elle is still learning to hit the ball straight, but she is getting there. She of course liked all the fun obstacles associated with mini golf courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHRbjgabI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fxnGXTvzIds/s1600/IMGP6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509458452681877938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHRbjgabI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fxnGXTvzIds/s200/IMGP6735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHSr6vfJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Lo-3DbNYcw4/s1600/IMGP6736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509458474254171282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWHSr6vfJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Lo-3DbNYcw4/s200/IMGP6736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ8slO5QI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0BZ0ALRVZzs/s1600/IMGP6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509469091591546114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ8slO5QI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0BZ0ALRVZzs/s200/IMGP6737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had cake and ice cream at Gram and Grandpa's house. Grammie and Papa came over as well as Trevor, Lora, Brooklyn, Carson, Mason, and Savanna. In keeping with Elle's unicorn theme, we found a unicorn My Little Pony for her cake yesterday and a Pegasus one for her cake today. She was so excited and blew out all her candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ9SHwI1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/GA12FmsdSCQ/s1600/IMGP6738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509469101668442962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ9SHwI1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/GA12FmsdSCQ/s200/IMGP6738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ99fPoCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/D-nDGJkoYgM/s1600/IMGP6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509469113309700130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ99fPoCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/D-nDGJkoYgM/s200/IMGP6740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ-lC9pnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uJg4xYi3Uxg/s1600/IMGP6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509469123928499826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/THWQ-lC9pnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uJg4xYi3Uxg/s200/IMGP6742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afterwards she opened her presents. She got so many fun things. We got her a Barbie Cruise Ship and some swim Barbies to go with it. I also found a Swim Instructor Barbie with a Kelly Doll that I couldn't resist, since we have been having swim lessons together. Grammie and Papa gave her a Princess hair dressing set, and The White's gave her a Princess beach towel, bubble gum machine, and green stripe shirt so she and Brooklyn can be "twinners". The grand event ended with a surprise from Gram and Grandpa---a new Barbie bike! No, idea how we are going to get it home, but at least she will have a couple of weeks to ride it. It was sad that Jed had to miss it all. He made it home later that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This time in Elle's life has been so much fun for me. She can comprehend more complex things and shocks me with all the little things she knows. I've also realized that even though she fights me on routine things like brushing teeth or cleaning her room, she will call me on it if it is not done. She also has become a great BIG sister. She and Zander have become the best of friends. For the most part they play really well together--maybe it is because Elle is good at being in charge and Zander is good at following commands :) Elle is very confident when she is with Zander. Lately she hasn't been wanting to say prayers, but when she "helps" Zander, she has him say all the things she would want to say in her own prayer---beautifully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really enjoyed teaching Elle's co-op preschool group. I just love to share my excitement of learning with her. I can't wait for Elle to start school this fall. I loved going to school and learning so many new things and I see that desire in Elle too. She had a wonderful experience with Trooper School and our co-op group over the past year and I hope she continues to have a great school experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Elle likes to make crafts, play games on the computer (esp. American Girls), help cook, play dress-up, have friends over, swim, and as of today, ride her bike.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-59824421336442846?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/59824421336442846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=59824421336442846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/59824421336442846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/59824421336442846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/08/elles-5th-birthday.html' title='Elle&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TIr7IR-ILQI/AAAAAAAAAec/j6vDpETsjLc/s72-c/IMGP0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8713054717540128424</id><published>2010-08-03T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:55:58.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Road Trip V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjw2h8HHkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nU5CTXWjev0/s1600/IMGP5246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501411764447157826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjw2h8HHkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nU5CTXWjev0/s400/IMGP5246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture I wanted to share for Father's Day.  Jed is the best Dad a kid could have.  He is playful, funny and entertaining and the kids enjoy every minute of it.  (Don't you just love the car!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqrPJPHUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GcvarK-CF9k/s1600/IMGP6723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501404973353606466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqrPJPHUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GcvarK-CF9k/s400/IMGP6723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove up Sunday morning to Tremonton so we could spend Father's day with Jed's Dad and Grandpa. (Appropriate don't you think?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. This is Zander with his Great Grandpa (A.K.A. Great Crappa--long story) He grew up on the farm in North Dakota. The two of them standing out there, gazing upon the open field, to me is a visual bridge between four generations--the legacy being left behind for one and the future of the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a delicious BBQ and the weather was so beautiful. We had a fun time playing bocce ball and of course a game or two of cards outside on the patio. With family all together, we took the opportunity to snap a picture of the whole family together. (Well, minus Cimberee who was with &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; Dad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqqvijW1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/K5vyU3cPyJM/s1600/IMGP6714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501404964869856082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqqvijW1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/K5vyU3cPyJM/s400/IMGP6714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, since we were all together, we celebrated Elle 5th birthday early. The theme she wanted for her party this year was Unicorn Pegasus. (She did want a Unicorn Pegasus dress-up party (whatever that is :)) , but settled with unicorns.) Unicorns are kind of tricky to find, but we did find a My Little Pony Unicorn appropriately named Sweetie Belle. (Belle is Elle's middle name.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqs5_WuCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oREo1oqBlmU/s1600/IMGP6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501405002034755618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjqs5_WuCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oREo1oqBlmU/s400/IMGP6718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8713054717540128424?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8713054717540128424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8713054717540128424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8713054717540128424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8713054717540128424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-american-road-trip-v.html' title='The Great American Road Trip V'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TFjw2h8HHkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nU5CTXWjev0/s72-c/IMGP5246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-4250047259581122779</id><published>2010-07-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:07:56.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's 90th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Grandma has always wanted to go on a Safari, but to bring a safari to her would involve hauling in many exotic animals. Way too messy and I think we would need a special permit :) So she had to settle for traveling the Pacific Islands for her 90th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498293159530080690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cf1TAKbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Nz5DmCh8i7o/s400/IMG_0834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated her birthday witha real Luau with dancers, pina coladas, and pork dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3kmdcoGLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3hWOic4OX50/s1600/IMGP6674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498302069480102066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3kmdcoGLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3hWOic4OX50/s200/IMGP6674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cgYATpBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UWWsdEKMqIA/s1600/IMGP6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498293168846906386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cgYATpBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UWWsdEKMqIA/s400/IMGP6670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498309324252023218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rMvlCibI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UJDkZxMWHLw/s200/IMGP6686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rNG-eizI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PL7byF7ZxNs/s1600/IMGP6690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498309330532731698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rNG-eizI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PL7byF7ZxNs/s200/IMGP6690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3knxZfV4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/NFqjxeeMPKw/s1600/IMGP6694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498302092015523714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3knxZfV4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/NFqjxeeMPKw/s200/IMGP6694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rOLPnyVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QLRpIjAwVVw/s1600/IMGP6697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498309348858251602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rOLPnyVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QLRpIjAwVVw/s200/IMGP6697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the kids doing the Hukilau. Me, my aunt, and cousin attempting the poi ball dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE31d6cb4oI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TLrMKCo8Xyg/s1600/IMGP6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498320614342779522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE31d6cb4oI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TLrMKCo8Xyg/s320/IMGP6700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE31eeef5vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/T8GL18udqe0/s1600/IMGP6702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498320624015107826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE31eeef5vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/T8GL18udqe0/s320/IMGP6702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma had a great time, as did the rest of us. She was completely shocked to see that my family and I made it for her celebration. I just love my Granny and think she is completely amazing. She is still living on her own, with a dog big enough to eat her, and still thinks of everyone else before herself. We love how she calls everyone 80 and younger "kid". She is another member in my family who is a living legacy. What a fun party. Happy Birthday Grandma! Here's to a 100!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cg0AfbwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VzdeXV-OlVU/s1600/IMGP6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498293176363872002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cg0AfbwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VzdeXV-OlVU/s400/IMGP6677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't she look great.  I don't think she has changed at all in nearly 30 years.  She looks the same as she did when I was a kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some random shots of the family at her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3kmxQqW6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/wqNnf64OLrA/s1600/IMGP6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498302074798627746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3kmxQqW6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/wqNnf64OLrA/s200/IMGP6672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3knWD-c4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/8IN01dHnlI4/s1600/IMGP6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498302084677530498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3knWD-c4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/8IN01dHnlI4/s200/IMGP6673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3chfR2NEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ALwWJl7KD4A/s1600/IMGP6704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498293187979392066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3chfR2NEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ALwWJl7KD4A/s400/IMGP6704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rNlk26yI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G6fLlygszeE/s1600/IMGP6691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498309338746776354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3rNlk26yI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G6fLlygszeE/s200/IMGP6691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3vFx3zLGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TukynraTTKA/s1600/IMGP6710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498313602655005794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3vFx3zLGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TukynraTTKA/s400/IMGP6710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A rare picture of the whole White family together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A big THANK YOU to my cousins Jeremy and Tiffany for hosting the big event and making Grandma's birthday so special. I know how much time and work it takes to plan and make something like this happen. Well done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-4250047259581122779?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4250047259581122779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=4250047259581122779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4250047259581122779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4250047259581122779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/07/grannys-90th-birthday.html' title='Granny&apos;s 90th Birthday'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3cf1TAKbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Nz5DmCh8i7o/s72-c/IMG_0834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2445610655958460004</id><published>2010-07-26T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:36:04.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Road Trip IV</title><content type='html'>Every year Jed's family reunion is held at a campground up Logan canyon. It is a tradition that has been going on for over 50 years! I see why, it is a LOT of fun. We used to come and camp for the weekend and hike up to the wind caves--yeah, that was before kids. This year we spent the Friday at Jed's Aunt's house in Tremonton and drove to the canyon Saturday morning. We had fun just hanging out with the fam. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OKcKTS9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zqJ2HMXOGF8/s1600/IMGP6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277398842657746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OKcKTS9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zqJ2HMXOGF8/s400/IMGP6663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zander enjoyed getting dirty and finding the biggest sticks.     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OKxvr6YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_bj_0pBuwQY/s1600/IMGP6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277404636604802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OKxvr6YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_bj_0pBuwQY/s400/IMGP6665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OJ61bLAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/CENpNMU18dU/s1600/IMGP6660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277389896723458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OJ61bLAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/CENpNMU18dU/s400/IMGP6660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My cloned nephews.  They all looked the same, just different stages in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are observing a catepillar that they found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OJal7y9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/DCdVnEkHgm4/s1600/IMGP6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277381241818066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OJal7y9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/DCdVnEkHgm4/s400/IMGP6658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the annual auction, we hurried home so we could clean-up and be at my Granny's 90th birthday party later that night in Draper.  More driving in addition to the drive here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/33603666-2445610655958460004?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2445610655958460004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2445610655958460004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2445610655958460004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2445610655958460004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-american-road-trip-iv.html' title='The Great American Road Trip IV'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE3OKcKTS9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zqJ2HMXOGF8/s72-c/IMGP6663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-9214927622088021754</id><published>2010-07-25T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:27:02.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Road Trip III</title><content type='html'>So after 25+ hours of driving we arrived in Utah and wondered if maybe we could just ship the car home. We had a VERY busy schedule visiting all the family and attending some wonderful events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Cousin's Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UMCyxGnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9mETe47r13I/s1600/IMGP6594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498072917230033522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UMCyxGnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9mETe47r13I/s400/IMGP6594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain has always been like a little brother to me. He's 5 years younger, almost to the day, and we would celebrate our birthdays together; he was in Kindergarten when I was in 5th grade and we would write to each other through the school Valentine postal service (I think I even still have a note from him); and I survived tending him and his crazy friends after school. I even got in trouble for telling him that a witch lived out in my Grandpa's backyard, and taught him naughty things such as the phrase "Oh, Fart!" and how to wrap a rubber band around the sink sprayer to get someone on April Fools Day. Ah, memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ULSLJQSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uZFY0rXbkn0/s1600/IMGP6567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498072904178942242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ULSLJQSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uZFY0rXbkn0/s400/IMGP6567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, Brian married Courtnie Cable June 17th at Heritage Gardens in Sandy. What a beautiful wedding ceremony. Brian's Uncle Danny (on his Mom's side) married them and spoke such wonderful words of love. I would love a copy of the ceremony because it touched me, and others, so deeply. It was all about hands and giving of one another.... anyway so beautiful. Their colors were purple and artichoke green. All the boys were there in tuxes (Brian has 4 younger brothers) including cute Braxton who has been undergoing chemo for a brain tumor and is completely bald (We love you Brax! Fight! Fight! Fight!) and of course the ever beautiful Brittney looked fabulous in green. Courtnie is an adorable, skinny, little thing. She looked gorgeous in her off-white gown and silk flower in her hair. She has a wonderful sense of humor--which one absolutely needs to be in the family. We always have so much fun together. I can't wait to get to know her even better. Courtnie is having a rather hard time moving to Cleveland with Brian and I totally relate. When we moved to Washington D.C. I cried from North Salt Lake to Kansas City, MO. So I really am feeling for her. On the other note, I did learn that they are officially the furthest relative and it makes me feel not so much the black sheep of the family:) Congratulations to the both of them. We wish them all the best and love them very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZLHul3YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PQPn1Vi-Bq8/s1600/IMGP6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498078398932966786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZLHul3YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PQPn1Vi-Bq8/s400/IMGP6654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time catching up on the family news including meeting my cousins baby, Claire, for the first time. Here are some of the shots of my adorable Nieces and Nephews.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZMLcw7qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sXKMM7dqu6w/s1600/IMGP6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498078417111805602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZMLcw7qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sXKMM7dqu6w/s400/IMGP6611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zander, Carson, Savanna, Brooklyn, Elle, and Mason--being the goof-balls that they are.  Love it anyway I can get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UMsg8g-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ed1GV1TdJS4/s1600/IMGP6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498072928429573090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UMsg8g-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ed1GV1TdJS4/s400/IMGP6600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fell in love with Mason on this trip.  Last year he was hardly talking at all, and this year talks your ear off.  He has the sweetest little voice and a smile that gets your goat.  I love how he calls Zander "Z".  Cute kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ULlWRfKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFdAKrGAvYo/s1600/IMGP6590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498072909325892770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ULlWRfKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFdAKrGAvYo/s400/IMGP6590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are the sweet girly girls.  Savanna has definitely grown-up.  Although not her hair :)  Brooklyn and Elle are quite the pair.  They love to read, get their nails done, and have sleepovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UNKg8WTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sdZNsAljALY/s1600/IMGP6625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498072936482625842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UNKg8WTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sdZNsAljALY/s400/IMGP6625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother's family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZLmWlD3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/vwpX0GtN1uI/s1600/IMGP6647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498078407153749874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0ZLmWlD3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/vwpX0GtN1uI/s400/IMGP6647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably THE best picture of my brother--ever!  I'm going to frame it and keep it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love weddings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more fabulous re-caps of our vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-9214927622088021754?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/9214927622088021754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=9214927622088021754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9214927622088021754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9214927622088021754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-american-road-trip-iii.html' title='The Great American Road Trip III'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TE0UMCyxGnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9mETe47r13I/s72-c/IMGP6594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7633612505609220721</id><published>2010-07-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:08:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Road Trip II</title><content type='html'>A day and a half later and we finally made it out of Texas, Yipee! and into New Mexico. We stayed over night in Farmington, NM at a hotel that had a nice pool. The kids thought they were in heaven. We took a much needed rest and spent the morning swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4QJ-FwvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pjeAwZ57FxY/s1600/IMGP6530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494089178563314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4QJ-FwvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pjeAwZ57FxY/s400/IMGP6530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4R7bC7eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jOHpDycI2Co/s1600/IMGP6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494119633219042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4R7bC7eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jOHpDycI2Co/s400/IMGP6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started teaching Elle swimming lessons this year and she has really caught on. She was so afraid to even let go of the wall or jump to me and now is so brave--and a little too confident :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4Q_hGK8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ukWbahYZ7co/s1600/IMGP6534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494103552469954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4Q_hGK8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ukWbahYZ7co/s400/IMGP6534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out of Farming, I talked Jed into stopping at the Aztec ruins National Monument. The name "Aztec" is a misnomer. Actually no Aztec people lived here; it was Publeo Indians. The site was being excavated while we were there so they weren't charging to see the ruins. BONUS! The kids had fallen asleep, but I dragged them out of the car anyway. No time to sleep when there is cultural waiting to be experienced!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4SgSHK7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/JdLva7NTkuc/s1600/IMGP6542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494129527860146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4SgSHK7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/JdLva7NTkuc/s400/IMGP6542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC0o_HVsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/50xrcS3zBuk/s1600/IMGP6541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496576079840106178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC0o_HVsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/50xrcS3zBuk/s400/IMGP6541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4TI0jtuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YcxcDR_5neA/s1600/IMGP6537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496494140409755362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4TI0jtuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YcxcDR_5neA/s400/IMGP6537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd_qerwjII/AAAAAAAAAVc/is8Q1v-ypC4/s1600/IMGP6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496502237996813442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd_qerwjII/AAAAAAAAAVc/is8Q1v-ypC4/s400/IMGP6550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd_p_bki3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/e-5d457v-Y0/s1600/IMGP6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496502229607418738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd_p_bki3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/e-5d457v-Y0/s400/IMGP6543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC1jy9faI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eVb7gGrGbLQ/s1600/IMGP6539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496576095626821026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC1jy9faI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eVb7gGrGbLQ/s400/IMGP6539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a great site--especially for kids. It only took us about 45 min. to tour and no strenous hiking. We got to see ancient masonry work and archeticture and the"great kiva". What a great little taste of history; and we got to see real archaeologists at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was through the corner of Colorado (mountains finally!) and into Utah. Here's a funny thing. We had been on lots of roads during our trip and not one of them was under construction. The minute we pass the "Welcome to Utah" sign, we hit construction and it lasts off and on all the way--including good old I-15.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this landscape beautiful.  The blue sky, the green grass, and 68 degrees.  I just love the red rock that Southern Utah is so famous for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC11NfQQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IyX0E5ZBm1w/s1600/IMGP6565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496576100301488386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEfC11NfQQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IyX0E5ZBm1w/s400/IMGP6565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33603666-7633612505609220721?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7633612505609220721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7633612505609220721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7633612505609220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7633612505609220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-american-road-trip-ii.html' title='The Great American Road Trip II'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEd4QJ-FwvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pjeAwZ57FxY/s72-c/IMGP6530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3334022956440106757</id><published>2010-07-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:27:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPRhyBKhKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cYSv5ar2DE0/s1600/IMGP6525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495466348614681762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPRhyBKhKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cYSv5ar2DE0/s400/IMGP6525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPRiruTSqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wpO6qIu6sYk/s1600/IMGP6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here is the beginning of our 23 day trip to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;We kept going back and forth on if we should go or not. We had my cousins wedding to go to, my Granny's 90th birthday to attend, Jed's family reunion, Father's Day, and and and ...not to mention the fact that we hadn't been there since last summer. But there were family issues and cost and a bunch of things so we decided we just weren't going. Well, I'm not sure who talked who into it, but we decided we needed to be there. But by this time, airfare was too expensive and our only option was to drive it. It takes at least 4 days out of your week vacation to do it, so to make it worth while, Jed needed to fly home to work and come back to drive us home. I had a flight credit with Southwest that we could use---if there is availablity. We kept checking and checking for the days we needed and no such luck. Okay, well that settles it--we weren't going. Friday night June 11 we went to bed. Nothing packed. We weren't going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning Jed is out mowing the lawn and I come out to say Good Morning. "Did you check the flight today?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, we aren't going." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, just go check it anyway." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go check the flight and low and behold it IS available. I go running outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guess what? It's available. Now what do you want to do?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Book it. And then we'll discuss it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go ahead and book it. After Jed finishes mowing the lawn, he comes in and we try to figure out what we are going to do. We can't get a flight back into Salt Lake City when we needed, so we decided that we would book a return flight to Denver and I would drive that much by myself to pick Jed up there. I'm hoping that the flights will open up as we get closer to that day, but this is a back-up plan just in case. With that done, I begin packing myself and the kids (Jed is on his own) for our journey west. We left Downtown Houston (After stopping in at Jed's work in order to get things arranged for being out of town) at 4:30 p.m. Who says that once you have kids you can't be spontaneous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPTow-H4YI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7DI0918Ings/s1600/IMGP6523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495468667615830402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPTow-H4YI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7DI0918Ings/s400/IMGP6523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPToR8kMxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nOZVwx0ofyU/s1600/IMGP6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495468659287798546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPToR8kMxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nOZVwx0ofyU/s400/IMGP6522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3334022956440106757?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3334022956440106757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3334022956440106757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3334022956440106757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3334022956440106757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-american-road-trip.html' title='The Great American Road Trip'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/TEPRhyBKhKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cYSv5ar2DE0/s72-c/IMGP6525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5410285416491232656</id><published>2010-05-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:08:12.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPNe5xz9I/AAAAAAAAASc/izExFEgFug8/s1600/IMGP6437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930965144424402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPNe5xz9I/AAAAAAAAASc/izExFEgFug8/s400/IMGP6437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Elle graduated from Trooper School! As Ms. Christine said, "This year has gone by fast." I agree. Where has the time gone! This was the largest graduating class with 16 kids going on to Kindergarten and a mere five returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was WAY harder than I expected. I choked through tears as Elle accepted her award for MOST CREATIVE, and the tears started flowing as a watched the end-of-year slideshow. I think what got me the most was the love that the High School kids have for my child (as well as the entire class). In fact Elle didn't want to come sit by me and Zander for the slide show, she wanted to stay with Miss Suzy. My emotions were somewhat attached to the Graduating Seniors who were also crying. My High School graduation was bitter-sweet, and those memories were inter-mixed with watching the first of many graduation days for Elle. I know this is a big change for all parties involved. For the Seniors it is moving on to College and losing touch with all the friends they have made along the way, for the Trooper kids it is beginning a different school and new friends to be made, and for me it is watching my little girl grow-up way too fast and starting school with the big kids this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPN1jluoI/AAAAAAAAASk/lyQN09jUoHE/s1600/IMGP6416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930971225373314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPN1jluoI/AAAAAAAAASk/lyQN09jUoHE/s400/IMGP6416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The graduation ceremony was held in the girls' gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f86d_NFBI/AAAAAAAAATE/fEl3xFOq27k/s1600/IMGP6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474121953504465938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f86d_NFBI/AAAAAAAAATE/fEl3xFOq27k/s400/IMGP6435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms. Christine is the teacher who runs the program. She does an amazing job of teaching kids both big and small.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPMq6AHzI/AAAAAAAAASM/Cs9NEmFlZJE/s1600/IMGP6425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930951186718514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPMq6AHzI/AAAAAAAAASM/Cs9NEmFlZJE/s400/IMGP6425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f86klXWmI/AAAAAAAAATM/kfeMxoinr44/s1600/IMGP6436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474121955275135586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f86klXWmI/AAAAAAAAATM/kfeMxoinr44/s400/IMGP6436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Suzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f85UpZzmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nhgBuX1FqEQ/s1600/IMGP6428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474121933817237090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f85UpZzmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nhgBuX1FqEQ/s400/IMGP6428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPNEypEsI/AAAAAAAAASU/YkJdNPOYJCM/s1600/IMGP6424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930958135169730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPNEypEsI/AAAAAAAAASU/YkJdNPOYJCM/s400/IMGP6424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_gbR6UnN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/iyhqCzFflPw/s1600/IMGP6422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474155341596276722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_gbR6UnN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/iyhqCzFflPw/s400/IMGP6422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_gbSW51qVI/AAAAAAAAATk/17mVSB1DKTQ/s1600/IMGP6429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474155349268605266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_gbSW51qVI/AAAAAAAAATk/17mVSB1DKTQ/s400/IMGP6429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f84-y1zgI/AAAAAAAAASs/gAhq1PTae30/s1600/IMGP6427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474121927951240706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_f84-y1zgI/AAAAAAAAASs/gAhq1PTae30/s400/IMGP6427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S__w5ooZ6bI/AAAAAAAAATs/VfzUdASVKiQ/s1600/IMGP6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360544855910834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S__w5ooZ6bI/AAAAAAAAATs/VfzUdASVKiQ/s400/IMGP6433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5410285416491232656?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5410285416491232656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5410285416491232656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5410285416491232656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5410285416491232656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-step.html' title='Another Step'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S_dPNe5xz9I/AAAAAAAAASc/izExFEgFug8/s72-c/IMGP6437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-6460661058116375374</id><published>2010-05-09T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:35:46.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450542885532162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkSlVCcgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0jBPRXvamBA/s400/IMGP6329Mother+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; had a wonderful Mother's Day. My kids were tolerable at church and Elle even went to Primary without a complaint. Awesome! Zander still hates nursery and won't go WHAT-SO-EVER, so Jed stayed with him the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkTWU97fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9ikVMUxBzME/s1600/IMGP6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450556038573554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkTWU97fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9ikVMUxBzME/s400/IMGP6330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This little girl gave me the best present a Mom could ask for. On our way home from pre-school Thursday, she was in her carseat and out of the blue says, "Mom, do you know how I got so smart?" Me: "How Elle?" "Because you teach-ed (that's how she says it) me!" So sweet. It made my day, especially because after that morning I was ready to ship her off to military school! She made some pretty cute things at school for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkTyn4SwI/AAAAAAAAASE/bwjAEcunPhY/s1600/IMGP6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450563634088706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkTyn4SwI/AAAAAAAAASE/bwjAEcunPhY/s400/IMGP6333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jed couldn't have captured a more perfect picture. If you wonder what I look like most of the time---this would be it. Holding Zander in one hand and Elle at my knee. Only most of the time she is boobin' over something. But, not today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So here is a funny story that happened today. I found the humor in it just because it is Mother's day. I found this dress at the store yesterday and fell in love with it. Finally, a dress with sleeves, covers more than my boody (Elle's alternative word for Butt) and I love the color. It reminds me of that blue Czech glassware that is found in the finest hotels in the world (A.K.A. Ritz-Carlton. I guess working for them did brainwash me a bit.) Anyway, people kept commenting that I looked so good in this dress and just loved the color. So of course that boosts your self-esteem some. When I got home and was changing out of it, I noticed something white on the backside of my dress. And guess what is was? Dried yogurt. Since church starts so bloody early in the morning we didn't have much time for breakfast so I brought a yogurt to feed Zander at church. He left the lid on the seat and yours truly must have sat up against it!! Fabulous right! How many people saw it and said nothing???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, got to love being a mom. Even if it means having dried yogurt on your boody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow members of the club...and the soon to be ones. (That's you Maren!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-6460661058116375374?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6460661058116375374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=6460661058116375374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6460661058116375374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6460661058116375374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-wonderful-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S-dkSlVCcgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0jBPRXvamBA/s72-c/IMGP6329Mother+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5320424670143794430</id><published>2010-02-04T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:46:06.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have survived 6 LONG weeks.  (It really has been 6 weeks since Christmas--it seems forever ago.  Oh, I know!)  At 2:15 p.m. today we will be at the Dr.'s office and Zander will be let FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5320424670143794430?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5320424670143794430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5320424670143794430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5320424670143794430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5320424670143794430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day!'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-4094115997632206263</id><published>2009-12-16T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:45:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S is for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STITCHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. The liquid kind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;November 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I could get a lot done for our up-coming Ward Christmas party while Jed and Zander were away. Ha ha! Our first stop on our list of errands was Hobby Lobby. The minute we walk in, Elle slips on the wet tile floor and falls right on the corner of a display case. I check to see the damage--praying that by some chance she had missed it--but alas, no instead gushing blood. Of course I don't have anything to put on it (I really should carry an entire box of Kleenex tissue with me at all times!) so I just apply pressure with my fingers while a kind passer-by gets me some Kleenex from their purse. So here is how the scene looks at this point. I am kneeling helplessly on the floor with Elle's head resting in one hand and the other hand on the wound trying to stop the flow of blood. Elle is screaming from the top of her lungs which makes me cry. Plus I start to feel very alone with Jed and Zander gone. I keep trying to tell myself to just "suck it up" which in turn makes it worse. Elle is covered in blood, as well as my arm and hand, and the floor. Got to love head wounds! Other people are staring at us wondering what in the world happened--remember we are at the front of the store. And over the loud speaker I hear the manager being paged. He eventually shows up with a first-aid kit and some paper towels. Phew! I get Elle and myself calmed down, cleaned up, and leave the building with crying stained eyes and blood covered clothes. I get out to the car and call Jed to ask him the age old question--stitches or no stitches? After calling three people in the Ward who work in the medical field (two nurses and an M.D.) and finding nobody home on a Saturday night, I have Jed call a friend of ours who is a third year med student (and who's daughter is well rehearsed in getting stitches) to come take a look. Luckily he was in the neighborhood anyway. After looking at the wound he suggests we go to the ER to get it stitched. The wound is too deep to use Super Glue and it wouldn't hold the skin closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shucks :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for coming over guys :)&lt;br /&gt;So we head to Clear Lake (After Jed's kidney stone Elle calls it "Dad's hosibal" (that's how she says hospital). The Dr. says the wound is very clean and liquid stitches are as strong as regular stitches. I'm thinking "and less traumatic." So long story short Elle does better than expected being wrapped up in a sheet and sat on by a three hundred lb. male nurse. I got to be the "good guy" and sit by her head telling her what the Dr. is doing and that she's going to be fine. Here is a picture of the damage. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873928660108962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMpMIVxqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fvSBKV1w8pQ/s400/IMGP5473.JPG" /&gt;When our friends left our house they told Elle that if she was brave I would buy her something. Well as we are leaving the ER, Elle remembers this and holds me to it. She picked out this kitty and puppy. The puppy is quite appropriate; it is a hug and heal puppy that comes with a Vet kit and makes sounds.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873930304597250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMpSQarQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nSnl38-XnEQ/s400/IMGP5469.JPG" /&gt;This is a couple of days later. The bruise looks incredible as the blood settled into her eye tissue. The cut kind of bled out of the Dermabond.  Hopefully, there won't be a next time, but if so I will make sure she gets real stitches and not the deramond.  I don't think it holds very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421286793668712210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SzxHnZoj1xI/AAAAAAAAARM/kEnKE4zpV3w/s400/IMGP5479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...Sea World, San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;November 26, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881906216938770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykT5i2GrRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NKibZpg8TBE/s400/IMGP5517.JPG" /&gt;With no family around and no one coming to visit, we decided to take up a friends' offer to join them in San Antonio for Thanksgiving weekend. We actually spent Thanksgiving day at Sea World.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873941161755346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMp6s9wtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mdTmXQyx32I/s400/IMGP5488.JPG" /&gt;This was Zander's first trip to Sea World and first encounter with Shamu. We loved the Shamu Show...miracles. There is just something so wonderful in watching your child experience the awe and wonder of Shamu; the flips, the jumps, the big tail, the power... I was so filled with joy I nearly cried.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873945838765442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMqMIDRYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3t5n4mkyjSQ/s400/IMGP5496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873951977522354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMqi_pRLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KpkoXKVVUug/s400/IMGP5498.JPG" /&gt; Of course we can't come to Sea World without feeding the dolphins--my absolute favorite thing. I actually talked Elle into holding a fish out for the dolphin and Jed even held one out with Zander! Shocking! I can't even get the man to pet a rabbit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881901786258690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykT5SVv3QI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dulYK133k1k/s400/IMGP5501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...SANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;November 28, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2nd Day at Sea World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While at Sea World we got to visit Santa--in a couple of ways.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881915427358898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykT6FKCiLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qRvelqIgS8I/s400/IMGP5572.JPG" /&gt; Elle would have nothing to do with this Santa and of course wouldn't sit on his lap. And this is Zander screaming in terror. Got to love it! Notice the seashells on Santa's belt. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426716511606338610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S0-R6lMK9DI/AAAAAAAAARc/MKcWJx1UIfw/s400/IMGP5581.JPG" /&gt; Even the fish in sea get visited by Santa.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426716525171770242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S0-R7XubA4I/AAAAAAAAARk/FVQOW6sNoDU/s400/IMGP5590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our trip to Sea World wouldn't have been complete without a visit with Shamu himself. The Holiday Season has officially begun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful little getaway thanks to some wonderful friends. In addition to Sea World we managed to fit in some Black Friday Christmas shopping (never forget that will we!!!), went underground to explore some caves, captured Zander's first visit to the Alamo, and as tradition took a stroll on the River Walk--which was incredibly crowed in part to exceptionally warm weather. Yes, Mark we didn't even need a coat. Can you believe it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again for letting us tote along. It says something when you can be together for five whole days and enjoy every minute of it :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;December 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426723637266911154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/S0-YZWWCj7I/AAAAAAAAARs/yn_RZfJE7ZU/s400/IMGP5617.JPG" /&gt;Proof that nothing is impossible. Last year you may remember that we got snow and it was a complete miracle. Well it happened again! This time not as much and it didn't stick...but still SNOW. This fluke snow storm broke two records. 1) Earliest snow storm on record. 2) Snow in Houston for two consecutive years. Quite exciting and I was SO glad I bought Zander a coat during the Black Friday sale! Some years we could do without one, but not this one. What a wonderful way to usher in the Christmas season. Remember Jed and I are from up North and get very home sick for the frozen white stuff. It's just not Christmas without it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-4094115997632206263?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4094115997632206263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=4094115997632206263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4094115997632206263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4094115997632206263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-is-for.html' title='S is for...'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SykMpMIVxqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fvSBKV1w8pQ/s72-c/IMGP5473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7305816987934720724</id><published>2009-11-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:06:26.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's #1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403444301536547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Svzj9qyx0gI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aTjX-vxF__Q/s400/IMGP5144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Growing UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zander went to the Dr. today for his 15 mnth check-up. We were really shooting for at LEAST the first percentile...he made it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight: 19lbs 15 oz. (I wanted to spit on the scale just so that it would hit 20 lbs!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it puts him in the First Percentile! Height: 32 inches (60%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403444288513283730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Svzj86RylpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6MrizZ0Ey7w/s400/IMGP5289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dr. was also asking what words he says and activities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink (as well as the sign)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma (I think he was from New York or Chicago in a previous life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dadda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didi (means baby, binky, or blankie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cracker (his latest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activities:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;climbing (esp. on the table!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coloring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can stack and sort blocks to the corresponding colored peg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going for rides in Sissy's car or in the stroller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves Being outside (and I do too now that the weather is finally "fallish")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love this little boy and can't believe how fast the time flies. Jed (yes, Jed) cut Zander's hair yesterday and it turned out pretty well. I asked him if he wanted to cut my hair next (just being funny) and he told me "No." I'll have to get the camera out and snap some pics. I'm not used to cutting hair so often. I don't think Elle even got her first haircut until she was two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/33603666-7305816987934720724?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7305816987934720724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7305816987934720724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7305816987934720724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7305816987934720724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-1.html' title='He&apos;s #1!'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Svzj9qyx0gI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aTjX-vxF__Q/s72-c/IMGP5144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3960745702313255125</id><published>2009-11-08T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:28:48.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brother For Sale</title><content type='html'>Sunday's just seem to be incredibly busy. I am always rushing to get everyone dressed, fed and out the door for church. Well today was no exception. While I was trying to get my hair to cooperate, Zander was busy getting into my jewelry. I was getting a little on edge considering this was the hundredth time (Okay, I'm over exaggerating :) I had put all the jewlery back, shut the door, and scooted him out of the way. Elle could sense this and said, "Mom, are you frustrated? "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes Elle. Zander won't stay out of my stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Elle: "Do you still want to keep him?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, where would we take him? (Curious to know where she would take her brother.)&lt;br /&gt;Elle: "To Walgreens."&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile and remember to slow down life. My kids aren't always going to be so small and say the funniest, simplest things. One day they won't be interested in what I am doing or need to follow me everywhere. They won't need or want me to do their hair or help them brush their teeth or read two books (at least!) to them before going to bed.  Or need to be hugged and want me to hold them. And while those days seem nice now, I know somehow I'll miss those every day things of caring for them while they are little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3960745702313255125?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3960745702313255125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3960745702313255125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3960745702313255125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3960745702313255125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-brother-for-sale.html' title='Little Brother For Sale'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-467691488251122509</id><published>2009-10-31T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:59:47.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Our Haunted House to Yours...</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trick or Treating at the neighbors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399734563051106498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-1-eAPcMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V3OGRq1N36I/s400/IMGP5416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724978049153490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-tQjFsedI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Lwk5kJxoJos/s400/IMGP5417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zander had a hard time carrying the bucket, it's nearly as big as he is. However, he quickly learned that people put candy in it and then wouldn't let go of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724966054335538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-tP2Z6FDI/AAAAAAAAANo/MBTeWbWIEcU/s400/IMGP5411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399734556752502642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-1-GiiX3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/JCRkPBvariY/s400/IMGP5407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That girl's so sweet just like her name. Strawb-b-b-b-berry Shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724984073829186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-tQ5iFu0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZUX56cSlksU/s400/IMGP5413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-tQa8j54I/AAAAAAAAANw/MlrcYmXjGfk/s1600-h/IMGP5414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724975863359362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-tQa8j54I/AAAAAAAAANw/MlrcYmXjGfk/s400/IMGP5414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best weather--perfect for Trick-or-Treating.  In the past four years (I can't believe we have been here that long!) we have had terrential rain, hot humid mosquito infested jungle like weather, more rain...but this year perfect.  Love it!  After trick-or-treating around our neighborhood we met up with some friends and went around their neighborhood for another two hours.  The kids were exhausted (as was evident by Elle's tantrum on someone's front lawn.  Oh, how she frustrates me to death!!) after a full night of gathering their loot of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-467691488251122509?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/467691488251122509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=467691488251122509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/467691488251122509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/467691488251122509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-our-haunted-house-to-yours.html' title='From Our Haunted House to Yours...'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Su-1-eAPcMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V3OGRq1N36I/s72-c/IMGP5416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-4701517974207135754</id><published>2009-10-27T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:30:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Divas (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397447960662960210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SueWUsT46FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LMvMgz7TF2A/s400/IMGP5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say it's so much fun to have a friend to be crazy with. We must have this strong underlying desire to become domestic because we (I should say Emmaly) come up with all kinds of crazy ideas we want to try. This time she Skyped me (our favorite and fasted form of communication) to say that she had bought a retro pattern for a "sexy" apron. hhmm. Without seeing it I wasn't really sure what she was getting at. Not to worry. Seconds later she e-mailed me a picture of the finished product as well as the material required. They were indeed very cute and looked easy enough so we decided to get together on a quest to become domestic divas-- yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was going great. We got the pattern pieces, cut out the material and were well on our way. The kids hadn't started beating each other up so we had some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1.&lt;br /&gt;With right sides together, pin pocket band to pocket. Sew. Press seam up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456288699009618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Sued5cqaSlI/AAAAAAAAANY/jYmEJuXsCxQ/s400/IMGP5358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy right! For the life of us, we could not figure out what in the world it meant! After an hour conversation with my mom via web cam (thank heavens for technology) I finally figured it out. PHEW!! The first step is always the hardest right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455529872697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SuedNR0HqOI/AAAAAAAAANI/Oaz6As5Uxcs/s400/IMGP5359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two and half days of sewing, and retrieving a pattern piece out of the garbage, we finally finished our "sexy" retro aprons. We are so proud of ourselves! Our grandmother's however would wonder where they went wrong :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453235751497202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SuebHvjALfI/AAAAAAAAANA/sxt8m4F6DBM/s400/IMGP5354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until next time in the adventures of DOMESTIC DIVAS...apple butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-4701517974207135754?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4701517974207135754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=4701517974207135754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4701517974207135754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4701517974207135754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/10/domestic-divas-part-ii.html' title='Domestic Divas (Part II)'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SueWUsT46FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LMvMgz7TF2A/s72-c/IMGP5357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2074354250086111949</id><published>2009-10-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:59:41.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Another One...</title><content type='html'>Kidney Stone that is!! They say that passing a kidney stone is akin to having a baby, but after having a baby naturally myself, and seeing Jed literally yelling at the top of his lungs in pain, I beg to differ. Or maybe I'm just tougher :) Anyway, every trip to the ER begins with a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed called me Thursday afternoon. I was talking to Emmaly when he first called and planned on calling him right back. But he kept calling and calling and I knew something was up. He was on the bus heading home early due to pain in his back. He told me he thought it was going to be bad and to call the Urologist to see if there was anything he could do in office. Well the Dr. wasn't in on Thursday (and I doubted if he could do anything any way) and advised us to go to the ER if necessary. So I called Jed back and let him know. By this point Jed was in a lot of pain and wondered if he would make it home without throwing-up all over the bus. I hopped in the car with the kids to go meet him at the bus stop because at this point he didn't think he was able to drive his car home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Jed hobble off the bus I thought to myself, "Here we go again." So he gets in the car and I ask him if he wants to go home first or to the ER. He decides to go home first, to at least get out of his work clothes. But on the way home he begins moaning. We just did this in January so I quickly remember what this moaning quickly progresses to. "Let's just go to the ER. If we are going to end up there any way, why not go before you are in excruciating pain and start barfing." So I turn the car around and head straight to the ER. At this point both of the kids have fallen asleep in the back seat. Jed walks in hunched over and I'm carrying Zander over one shoulder and Elle over the other. I had planned on just picking Jed up and in my haste didn't put shoes in the car for Elle. We fill out all the necessary forms involved and wait for them to say "Now servicing number seven at the cutting counter"--oh wait that was at Joanne's but it was about the same :) Eventually Jed GETS to go back to a room and motions for me to come too. So I again grab both children and proceed to walk back there only to be told that with all the swine flu crap going on children under 16 are not allowed. Great! I leave to go back to the car. No sense waiting in there with all the "sickies" and besides I've now got to find somebody to come get my kids :(&lt;br /&gt;While I am waiting for my visiting teacher to come get the kids, Jed is having a screaming good time. I guess he got pretty loud because the NEXT day I got into an elevator with a lady and she looks at me and asks, "Were you in the ER with your husband yesterday?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"How is he doing? He was sure in a lot of pain. I felt so sorry for him."&lt;br /&gt;Great. It was that memorable, people are making sure he's still alive!&lt;br /&gt;Any way, by the time I got back to see Jed he was drugged up and feeling good. The Dr. finally came in to tell us that it was indeed a kidney stone (duh!) and that it was 6.5mm by 5mm by 4mm. Too big to pass and would require surgery.&lt;br /&gt;So after 30 hours of throwing up non-stop (even with anti-nausea meds) ; surgery to break the stone up and to put in a stent; two nights in the hospital (He was suppose to come home Friday night after surgery but he was STILL throwing up and completely out of it.); and one day off work (technically two, but Jed was off Friday any way), Jed is&lt;strong&gt; nearly&lt;/strong&gt; back to himself again. He was so weak that even &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;carrying&lt;/span&gt; Zander upstairs winded him. &lt;br /&gt;A BIG thanks to Levi and Brandon; Tiffani for tending my kids (overnight!) and a pizza party; Sara for bringing us dinner; Aubrie for driving me to get Jed's car that luckily hadn't been towed away and Rachel for tending Zander while we went; and Irene for tending so that I could go pick Jed up from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I could have made it through the weekend without the help of my ward family and neighbors. I must say that I miss my family the most at times like these!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-2074354250086111949?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2074354250086111949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2074354250086111949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2074354250086111949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2074354250086111949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-another-one.html' title='Having Another One...'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3970179136680699271</id><published>2009-10-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:43:33.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Funny</title><content type='html'>So here is a conversation I had with Elle tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey Elle, what have you got in your pants? &lt;br /&gt;Elle:  Hot Dogs.  These are my pockets.  (The plastic hot dogs were tucked into the elastic waist band of her jammies.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: How come you have hot dogs in your pants?  (Let's hope I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;  have to say that when she is any older!)&lt;br /&gt;Elle:  They're for my puppy.  Zander is my baby poodle and I feed them to him when he gets hungry.  Here little puppy!  (As she shakes the hot dog in front of Zander who is chasing her around like a puppy.)&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a pet when you have a little brother :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3970179136680699271?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3970179136680699271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3970179136680699271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3970179136680699271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3970179136680699271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-little-funny.html' title='Just a Little Funny'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7514178669778846861</id><published>2009-10-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:12:25.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampin' Up Party</title><content type='html'>You're Invited to A Stampin' Up Party!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday October 8&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;My house&lt;br /&gt;I have so much fun designing cards and making cute gifts for my friends and family.  I want to show you where I get a lot of my inspiration from.  Join me and Diane Stanton for a fun night socializing, learning and creating together.  She'll even have the new Sizzix line of Stampin' Up dies.  Lots of fun and just in time for the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you plan to come.  E-mail me or leave a comment.  See you Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-7514178669778846861?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7514178669778846861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7514178669778846861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7514178669778846861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7514178669778846861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/10/stampin-up-party.html' title='Stampin&apos; Up Party'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-377433698489504742</id><published>2009-09-24T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:12:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>I almost called the Dentist and told him that we weren't coming.  From the moment Elle woke up she was against going to the Dentist.  But I thought maybe once we get there it wouldn't be so bad.  Ha Ha Ha.  She literally was kicking and screaming when I put her in the chair.  And you all know how loud and defiant she can be.  So the Dentist came in and tried to look at her teeth with me holding her, but that was not much help.  They all seemed very relaxed and unconcerned with the whole ordeal, but I was completely embarrassed.  Why can't I go anywhere with this child??!!  They suggested that I just bring her with me to my next appointment so she can watch.  When we got home I made her sit on the couch and brushed her teeth just like the hygienist would have.  "See that wasn't scary at all." &lt;br /&gt;"No it wasn't mom.  Can I watch a movie now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-377433698489504742?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/377433698489504742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=377433698489504742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/377433698489504742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/377433698489504742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/09/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5393814523200687419</id><published>2009-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:34:22.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kiw.imgag.com/imgag/product/full/eu/3127182f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://kiw.imgag.com/imgag/product/full/eu/3127182f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a libra and therefore it means that it is my sign's turn to shine! (And my birthday will soon be here :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was kind of interesting. Keep in mind that Jed is also a libra. How can we be so similar and yet so very different? I guess that is why we get along so well. Where I lack, he fills in the gaps and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libra (Sep. 23-OCt.22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balance is the keyword for this sign, and when it comes to keeping everything on an even keel, a Libra will lead the pack. Peace loving and judicial, this sign abhors being alone. Partnerships are very important for the Libra, especially those on a personal level. With their winning personalities and cooperative style, they aren't apt to be alone for long! Friends and FamilyFun loving and willing to help out, the Libra makes an excellent friend. Even though they can be late and indecisive, once they're on the scene, they're ready to go. This flexible sign loves to spend time with friends and family and doesn't hesitate to initiate gatherings. Sociable and suave, Librans naturally draw people to them. They have a way of creating a compelling aura of harmony around them. When it comes to challenges, this balancing sign can see both perspectives in a disagreement, making them excellent problem-solvers. Companionable, they're apt to keep their friends and family busy. Career and MoneyHarmony is the keyword for this sign. For the Libra, maintaining this is of the utmost importance. They can be excellent leaders and will work hard to earn and deserve the privilege. Truth and justice always prevail for Librans as they go about their days. Working with others or in a partnership is ideal for this social sign. Artistic and persuasive, these folks are gifted talkers who do well in any position that provides a platform for them to chat. Careers that involve justice such as police officer, lawyer, or judge are excellent choices for Libra. They will also succeed at such occupations as diplomat, civil servant, interior decorator, composer, and fashion designer. Group settings pose no challenge for Librans - in fact, the more the merrier. Their strong sense of diplomacy serves well in almost anything they do. If you go shopping with a Libra, best to plan some extra time! This sign can be terribly indecisive when it comes to purchasing. Balancing their money, however, is a snap for Libra. Keeping a good balance between savings and spending money is a real talent for these folks. Their love of fashion and housewares can see them out and about in stores quite often. One of Libra's favorite pastimes is to shop for someone special. Love and SexFinding the right partner will be a priority in the Libra's life. For those already in a relationship, maintaining the peace and harmony takes center stage. A Libra alone is a sad thing indeed, not to mention unnatural. They need to connect with others. As lovers they are expressive, creative, and balanced. They love to make their partners feel completely and thoroughly satisfied from conversation to lovemaking. Librans' charm and dedication to striking the perfect balance with others makes them wonderful partners. LIBRA TIDBITS HealthEach sign has a part of the anatomy attached to it, making this the area of the body that is most sensitive to stimulation. The anatomical areas for Libra are the kidneys, lower back, adrenal glands, and appendix. Ruling PlanetThe ruling planet for Libra is Venus. This planet's action is gentle and harmonious. It governs beauty, charm, emotional contacts, possessions, unions of all kinds, singing, art, culture, sweets and sugar, and moral character. ColorThe color of choice for Libra is blue. GemstoneLibra's star stone is the sapphire. Lucky NumbersLibra's lucky numbers are 1, 2, and 7. CompatibilityLibrans are most compatible with Aquarius and Gemini. Opposite SignThe opposite sign for Libra is Aries. The Perfect GiftThe best gifts for a Libra are music and items that create relaxation. LikesPleasant conversation, beauty, balance, fairness, romance DislikesBeing treated unfairly, ugly places, rough people, making a final decision HouseNatural sign of the Seventh House. This house focuses on marriage, partnerships, public relations, open enemies, and other people. Famous LibransWill Smith, Gwen Stefani, Matt Damon, Eminem, Sting, Viggo Mortensen Best travel destinationsTibet, Japan, Burma, Austria, Johannesburg, Copenhagen, Vienna StrengthsSocial, fair-minded, cooperative, diplomatic, gracious WeaknessesIndecisive, will carry a grudge, avoids confrontations, self-pity Charismatic marksAttractive, graceful, medium build, no sharp features Best environmentAny place that is beautiful where the company is harmonious. Very social and happiest doing things in the company of another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5393814523200687419?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5393814523200687419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5393814523200687419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5393814523200687419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5393814523200687419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-sign.html' title='What&apos;s your sign?'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-423667032856472999</id><published>2009-09-22T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:38:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to...</title><content type='html'>We went to the Doctor's yesterday and I am the officially the worst mother ever. First off, the nurse was surprised and shocked that Elle wasn't in any kind of sports and activities or that she was in a preschool that didn't do routine eye exams. Second, after weighing Zander, she reported that he was in the 0.92% (18lbs. 13 oz.) I looked at the paper and didn't see the decimal point and read it as 92% and told her that that possibly couldn't be right. And she looked at me like I was the dumbest person ever and said "It's point 92% Not even 1%." Oh, so that little flick mark was indeed a decimal. Thirdly, I refused the MMR shot for Zander (I am planning on him getting it at his 15 month check-up. I just want him to weigh more and I don't want it combined with the varicella.) I even had to sign a waiver. Ridiculous! I am just very concerned because I know a whole slew of two year old's that have hearing problems and I wonder if it is indeed the MMR shot and the varicella together. Any way, I know a lot of you are going to agree that I am being ridiculous and other's are going to agree that I'm not. Keep it to yourself either way. But I did cry the whole way home thinking, "You watch he's going to get one of those diseases because I didn't have him get the shot. I'm going to regret it forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. said I should be more concerned with his third ear infection (item #4) Who knew? The kid doesn't even act sick! So also at the 15mnth check-up he's going to determine if Zander needs to have tubes put in. I accredit that to crappy genes (thanks Gram Gram :{ I don't get it. Every time Zander gets another tooth, he gets an ear infection with it. Which makes sense. When teeth are coming in there is more saliva and mucus produced right? That's why they druel and get a runny nose. The Dr. dissagrees. "Teething does not cause ear infections", he said. (Time to find a new Dr?) He's getting all four molars at once. Two have popped through and the other two are about there. If we could just get all the teeth to cooperate and come in at once! Any way, I'm a little hesistent to fill the prescription for anti-biotics and perhaps I will wait and see. If we have further SS then I'll go visit the friendly pharmacist at Target. Any one got a coupon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting Elle to pee in a cup--nothing short of impossible! and holding two children down for shorts, It was officially a horrible visit. Elle said it best when she declared, "I do not like the Dr! I don't ever want to see him again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what she will say after we go to the dentist on Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-423667032856472999?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/423667032856472999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=423667032856472999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/423667032856472999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/423667032856472999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to...'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5563891260699479730</id><published>2009-09-14T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:50:36.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay me!</title><content type='html'>Did you notice the sunflower heading on our blog?  I know it looks like a stock photo, but I took it.  Pretty cool huh?  I love the sunflowers around the home I grew up.  They always meant that it was time for school to start again--and I loved school and couldn't wait to start back.  So while we were driving around town, I brought some clippers along with me and stopped along side of the road to cut a bunch.  And got this great shot too.  Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5563891260699479730?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5563891260699479730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5563891260699479730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5563891260699479730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5563891260699479730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-me.html' title='Yay me!'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-319864861427851912</id><published>2009-07-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:46:18.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zander's First Astros Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SmXis_twXJI/AAAAAAAAALw/TQ1EVx5mwnA/s1600-h/Astros+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360940194099911826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SmXis_twXJI/AAAAAAAAALw/TQ1EVx5mwnA/s400/Astros+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-319864861427851912?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/319864861427851912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=319864861427851912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/319864861427851912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/319864861427851912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/07/zanders-first-astros-game.html' title='Zander&apos;s First Astros Game'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SmXis_twXJI/AAAAAAAAALw/TQ1EVx5mwnA/s72-c/Astros+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3447936745265099295</id><published>2009-07-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:06:01.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356322808576955266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SlV7NyONU4I/AAAAAAAAALo/P74yNezk_Us/s400/Zander+birth+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY little guy is ONE year today!!&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today I held this tiny baby boy in my arms and wondered what on earth I was going to do with a boy. But I say it all the time, "I didn't know I could love a little boy so much!" I couldn't be more happy to have Zander in my life. He is the SWEETEST thing. I love his smiles and the way he walks with his arms in the air, the way he gives WET WET "sugar" (kisses) and the fact that he LOVES to play in the water (not so thrilled about the way he LOVES eating rocks, sand, and dirt--you can't win em' all!) Happy Birthday Z! I love you to the moon and back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SlV7NyONU4I/AAAAAAAAALo/P74yNezk_Us/s1600-h/Zander+birth+blog.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/33603666-3447936745265099295?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3447936745265099295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3447936745265099295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3447936745265099295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3447936745265099295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-first-birthday.html' title='Happy First Birthday!!'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SlV7NyONU4I/AAAAAAAAALo/P74yNezk_Us/s72-c/Zander+birth+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2105168614549544932</id><published>2009-06-14T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:52:52.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg/250px-US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg/250px-US_Flag_Day_poster_1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Flag Day" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_Day"&gt;Flag Day&lt;/a&gt; commemorates the adoption of the &lt;a title="Flag of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_the_United_States"&gt;flag of the United States&lt;/a&gt;, which happened that day by resolution of the &lt;a title="Continental Congress" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Continental_Congress"&gt;Second Continental Congress&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="1777" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1777"&gt;1777&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_Day_in_the_United_States#cite_note-philly-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a title="1916" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1916"&gt;1916&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="President of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Woodrow Wilson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodrow_Wilson"&gt;Woodrow Wilson&lt;/a&gt; issued a proclamation that officially established &lt;a title="June 14" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_14"&gt;June 14&lt;/a&gt; as Flag Day; in August &lt;a title="1949" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1949"&gt;1949&lt;/a&gt;, National Flag Day was established by an &lt;a title="Act of Congress" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Act_of_Congress"&gt;Act of Congress&lt;/a&gt;. (source: wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today&lt;br /&gt;In your land and my land And half a world away!&lt;br /&gt;Rose-red and blood-red The stripes for ever gleam;&lt;br /&gt;Snow-white and souldwhite– The good forefathers’ dream;&lt;br /&gt;Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright–&lt;br /&gt;The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through the night.&lt;br /&gt;- Wilbur D. Nesbit, “A Song for Flag Day.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-2105168614549544932?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2105168614549544932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2105168614549544932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2105168614549544932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2105168614549544932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-flag-day.html' title='Happy Flag Day'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-9028001917302605644</id><published>2009-06-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:00:40.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>A little green monster came to visit me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl1k9_ABI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iS8eRCcQnA8/s1600-h/IMGP4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346236572540796946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl1k9_ABI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iS8eRCcQnA8/s400/IMGP4576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He left a nice green trail up the entire 16 stairs to come find me. &lt;br /&gt;And then I saw the little green monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl2IkZx2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zcJo8M9tJ5U/s1600-h/IMGP4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346236582097176418" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl2IkZx2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zcJo8M9tJ5U/s400/IMGP4578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl11nUKRI/AAAAAAAAALY/uKYvEyIse7w/s1600-h/IMGP4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346236577009117458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl11nUKRI/AAAAAAAAALY/uKYvEyIse7w/s400/IMGP4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of the down falls of being crafty is having crafty things around the house.  Well Zander found a new ink cube that I hadn't put away yet.  I'm not even sure how he got it. And well the pictures tell the story.  I seized the moment and stamped his hands before giving him (and the stairs) a bath.  This is one of those moments that you laugh so as to keep from crying...and a story to tell the grandkids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-9028001917302605644?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/9028001917302605644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=9028001917302605644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9028001917302605644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/9028001917302605644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SjGl1k9_ABI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iS8eRCcQnA8/s72-c/IMGP4576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2500886952367449517</id><published>2009-06-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:26:09.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jed came home from the Doctor yesterday with a proud picture of his kidney stones.  The large stone is the little bugger that ruined our Anniversary and sent us celebrating in the E.R.  Nothing says I love you like a hospital bill and cleaning up vomit!  After all the testing, the stones are made of Calcium Oxalate which is VERY common and not really treatable.  The Dr. sent a list of food to avoid, but in the end his advice was to "drink a whole lot more--be it water, soda, juice, coffee, beer..." Hmm.  :) I guess we should add this picture to our family portrait after all the intense labor Jed went through to get it out--that or have the stones mounted in a platinum setting.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SiV3Qmt52bI/AAAAAAAAALI/v0WJmt9WILc/s1600-h/Jed%27s+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807660099656114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SiV3Qmt52bI/AAAAAAAAALI/v0WJmt9WILc/s400/Jed%27s+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-2500886952367449517?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2500886952367449517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2500886952367449517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2500886952367449517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2500886952367449517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-baby-baby.html' title='Oh Baby Baby'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SiV3Qmt52bI/AAAAAAAAALI/v0WJmt9WILc/s72-c/Jed%27s+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7569770072760707664</id><published>2009-05-10T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:46:36.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Sgc9CXBgRUI/AAAAAAAAALA/yS2wVeGdSZA/s1600-h/Mom+Card+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334299394392999234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Sgc9CXBgRUI/AAAAAAAAALA/yS2wVeGdSZA/s400/Mom+Card+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Sgc76DjIhGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DPu_2NlichM/s1600-h/Mom+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-7569770072760707664?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7569770072760707664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7569770072760707664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7569770072760707664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7569770072760707664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/Sgc9CXBgRUI/AAAAAAAAALA/yS2wVeGdSZA/s72-c/Mom+Card+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3421176642286082677</id><published>2009-04-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:39:03.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Create</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhLlnq5yY7k&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoyed this and wanted to share it with you.  It's from Women's Conference held in Feb. 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3421176642286082677?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3421176642286082677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3421176642286082677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3421176642286082677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3421176642286082677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/04/create.html' title='Create'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5273998122438610402</id><published>2009-04-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:55:08.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries and Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4463324f4451324e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Spring 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4463324f4451324e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5273998122438610402?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5273998122438610402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5273998122438610402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5273998122438610402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5273998122438610402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberries-and-spring.html' title='Strawberries and Spring'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-4379593262475176949</id><published>2009-04-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:23:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She has a name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_WPLF7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KqyyIm848P8/s1600-h/Savana+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283335643600818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_WPLF7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KqyyIm848P8/s320/Savana+pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much deliberation our cute little niece has a name (finally!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Savanna Shay White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_mnST6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZZbwoXtEV1U/s1600-h/Mom+and+S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283340039704482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_mnST6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZZbwoXtEV1U/s320/Mom+and+S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s1600-h/Savanna+gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s1600-h/Savanna+gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283343875902786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s320/Savanna+gram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s1600-h/Savanna+gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_lDE1tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q3lmmWPAU84/s1600-h/white+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323283339619391186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_lDE1tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q3lmmWPAU84/s320/white+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s1600-h/Savanna+gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few first pictures of the little   doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_056DUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EMz0sLEBZaM/s1600-h/Savanna+gram.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/33603666-4379593262475176949?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4379593262475176949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=4379593262475176949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4379593262475176949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4379593262475176949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-has-name.html' title='She has a name'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SeAZ_WPLF7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KqyyIm848P8/s72-c/Savana+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8398788235516485452</id><published>2009-04-02T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:58:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition</title><content type='html'>We officially have a new niece!  Lora was scheduled to have a C-section on April 8th, but her water broke early this morning.  Our new baby girl was born at 5:07 a.m. weighing in at 7 lbs 1oz.  and 20" long.  We are still waiting on the  name.  We are sooo excited to have her in the family and can't wait to meet her.  Congratulations White family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8398788235516485452?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8398788235516485452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8398788235516485452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8398788235516485452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8398788235516485452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3805776029940483167</id><published>2009-03-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:53:05.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Growing-up (teenage years) my mom would put together a fabulous green dinner for St. Patrick's Day--spinach fettichini noodles with pesto sauce, green jello with pears, limeade, you get the idea.  Well this year I felt depressed (I don't know why, this isn't the first year I've been away from home) that I wasn't doing the same with my family.  Instead we celebrated more traditionally by eating fish from the sea and drinking our beer warm.  So next year when St. Patrick's Day roles around and I feel homesick for that family tradition, I'll think of my ancestors from Ireland who still continued celebrating their family traditions even hundreds of miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3805776029940483167?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3805776029940483167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3805776029940483167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3805776029940483167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3805776029940483167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8432043528702214282</id><published>2009-03-02T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:12:34.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary Lesson of the Day</title><content type='html'>Get &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; dictionary out.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book to Elle last night before bed and ran into a few perplexing words. (This was only a picture book mind you... and not Dr. Seuss.)  So being the ever studious person that I am, I ran and got my "American Webster Handy College dictionary" to look them up.  And lo and behold those words weren't in it!  So I'll give you a little time to research these words as I did.  It'll make you feel like you're in Elementary school again.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fumphered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;furmuzzled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wassle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wamboodle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brobdingnagian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8432043528702214282?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8432043528702214282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8432043528702214282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8432043528702214282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8432043528702214282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/03/vocabulary-lesson-of-day.html' title='Vocabulary Lesson of the Day'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5089788336859031862</id><published>2009-02-19T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:22:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zander Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47otS94GI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Do4FPy5KBgw/s1600-h/IMGP3978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304742981628977250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47otS94GI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Do4FPy5KBgw/s320/IMGP3978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we went to the Dr. today for Zander's 6 Month check-up (we got a month behind with the hurricane evac.) I thought for sure that he would be at least in the 10th percentile for weight because we have upped his food intake like crazy... but no. He is only in the 4th! The Dr. is not worried and neither am I. Zander is growing, and moving around the house like crazy. He even pulls himself up on the stairs, bathtub, and his crib. Elle was so cute at the doctor's. She held Zander's hand while he got his shots and kept saying,"It's okay Son." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47o3t1sOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9JwEq9jXXvg/s1600-h/IMGP4023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304742984426041570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47o3t1sOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9JwEq9jXXvg/s320/IMGP4023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47ogsIrMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/omRR1yK4cJ8/s1600-h/IMGP4020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304742978244881602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47ogsIrMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/omRR1yK4cJ8/s320/IMGP4020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5089788336859031862?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5089788336859031862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5089788336859031862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5089788336859031862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5089788336859031862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/02/zander-update.html' title='Zander Update'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZ47otS94GI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Do4FPy5KBgw/s72-c/IMGP3978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3035074240281554279</id><published>2009-02-17T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:01:08.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;                    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZujsuMNfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/35hAUyxm_uQ/s1600-h/Valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304012974867709330" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZujsuMNfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/35hAUyxm_uQ/s320/Valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZudh3qrJ-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/eNzR5I5I-wE/s1600-h/Valentines+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304006191363074018" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZudh3qrJ-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/eNzR5I5I-wE/s320/Valentines+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you Lots...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How much... this much &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(arms stretched out as far as they can reach)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How long...forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O O (kiss,kiss)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3035074240281554279?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3035074240281554279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3035074240281554279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3035074240281554279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3035074240281554279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SZujsuMNfZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/35hAUyxm_uQ/s72-c/Valentines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-56898322891451172</id><published>2009-02-02T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:53:27.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-Step Program Before Having Kids</title><content type='html'>I thought this was so funny.  I just had to post it for my "groupies" to see. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Step 1*&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to the grocery store's head office.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up the paper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read it for the last time. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Step 2*&lt;br /&gt;Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who are parents already and berate them about their:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Methods of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of patience.&lt;br /&gt;3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.&lt;br /&gt;4. Allowing their children to run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest ways in which they might improve their child's breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners and overall behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then enjoy it because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Step 3 *&lt;br /&gt;This lesson is a really good way to discover how the nights might feel once you become a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get home from work and immediately begin walking around the living room from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8 to 12 pounds with the radio set to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly. Eat cold food with one hand for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2. At 10 p.m., put the bag gently down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up at midnight and walk around the living room again with the bag until 1 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;4. Set the alarm for 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you can't get back to sleep, get up at 2 a.m. and make a drink and watch an infomercial.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to bed at 2:45 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get up at 3 a.m. when the alarm goes off again.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sing songs quietly in the dark until 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;9. It's finally 6 a.m. Get up. Make breakfast. Get ready for work and go to work (work hard and be productive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat steps 1-9 each night for 3 to 5 years. Look cheerful and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Step 4 *&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand the mess children make? To find out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then rub them on the clean walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take your favorite book, photo album, etc. -- the one that you would grab if ever there was a fire, the one that is more precious to you than words can possibly express -- and tear out random, individual pages. Potato stamp the rest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spill milk on your new pillows. Cover the stains with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;How does that look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Step 5 *&lt;br /&gt;Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Step 6 *&lt;br /&gt;Forget the BMW and buy a minivan. And don't think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a dime. Stick it in the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a family-size package of chocolate cookies and mash them into the back seat. Sprinkle Cheerios all over the floor, then smash them with your foot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Step 7 *&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few steps to determine whether or not you are ready to feed a 9 month-old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hollow out a cantaloupe or honeydew melon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a small hole in the other side.&lt;br /&gt;3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Step 8*&lt;br /&gt;To build up the endurance necessary to take a long trip with a toddler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a recording of Fran Drescher saying 'Mommy' repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;(Important: no more than a four-second delay between each 'Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;Occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is also required).&lt;br /&gt;2. Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Step 9 *&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start talking to an adult of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt sleeve, or elbow while playing the 'Mommy' tape made from Lesson 9 above.&lt;br /&gt;3. Repeat for every single conversation for the next 8 years and 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you decide to have a PHONE conversation with another adult, make sure to have TWO other people tug on your skirt, shirt, or elbow while simultaneously stripping naked, pouring Draino into your shoes, and attempting to feed GoGurt to the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let on to the person on the other end that there is anything amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Step 10 *&lt;br /&gt;A final pre-parenting test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the local grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take with you the closest thing you can find to a preschool-age child. (A full-grown goat is an excellent choice.)&lt;br /&gt;If you intend to have more than one child, then definitely take more than one goat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a sense of humor is one of the most important things you'll need when you become a parent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-56898322891451172?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/56898322891451172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=56898322891451172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/56898322891451172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/56898322891451172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-step-program-before-having-kids.html' title='10-Step Program Before Having Kids'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8813177449024411022</id><published>2009-01-29T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:56:44.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSp2FnSxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RkP-8hdHz7A/s1600-h/IMGP3890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296957359332477714" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSp2FnSxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RkP-8hdHz7A/s320/IMGP3890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSpi3yvLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r4nnnqMt704/s1600-h/IMGP3892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296957354174233778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSpi3yvLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r4nnnqMt704/s320/IMGP3892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Z's first taste of solid food--rice cereal. So yummy!  He also is up to eating fresh peas and now carrots.  What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqZocnKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RWHfwVNd_Z0/s1600-h/IMGP3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296957368873819298" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqZocnKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RWHfwVNd_Z0/s320/IMGP3949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning out the garage we came across this cool skeleton. I thought it was a snake at first, but further research indicates that is actually the skeleton of a Gecko. Elle was afraid to hold it at first so I put my glove on her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqsdKs0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/6-Qe0ZldPuo/s1600-h/IMGP3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296957373926781762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqsdKs0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/6-Qe0ZldPuo/s320/IMGP3954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for her to warm-up. This picture just captures the real Elle that I get to see everyday that others don't.  My funny little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our recent vacation we opened our bag to find this.  What is it you say?  Sand?  Snow?  Moon dust?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqCbcNDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z6t34qxu0tc/s1600-h/IMGP3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296957362645251122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSqCbcNDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z6t34qxu0tc/s320/IMGP3946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No way--38 oz. (the big can that you buy at Costco) of powdered baby formula!  I had bought a can just before we came home because it beats driving an hour and fighting traffic to get to the nearest Costco here.  Well, our luggage got lost on the flight home and when it finally arrived a day later I opened the bag to find the contents covered in a thin dusting of white powder.  As I kept digging I found the culprit.  The can was literally squished in half--no wonder the lid popped off spilling the contents.  Next time I'll just drive the hour to Costco--it beats washing sticky laundry.  This just put the finishing touch on a rather rough vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8813177449024411022?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8813177449024411022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8813177449024411022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8813177449024411022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8813177449024411022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SYKSp2FnSxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RkP-8hdHz7A/s72-c/IMGP3890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7702402430814172752</id><published>2008-12-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:53:32.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nativity w/ Breath of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icilgwdHiZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icilgwdHiZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-7702402430814172752?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7702402430814172752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7702402430814172752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7702402430814172752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7702402430814172752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/12/nativity-w-breath-of-heaven.html' title='The Nativity w/ Breath of Heaven'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-1939131883841537364</id><published>2008-12-11T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:04:35.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho,Ho, Ho Houston Has Snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcSBoN88I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4QqietN0vcQ/s1600-h/IMGP3864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcSBoN88I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4QqietN0vcQ/s320/IMGP3864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278672071743632322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcRVlI8tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E_VkI9j2bHU/s1600-h/IMGP3878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcRVlI8tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E_VkI9j2bHU/s320/IMGP3878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278672059919561426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcQ5UtlbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2PFNNsq7MCE/s1600-h/IMGP3877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcQ5UtlbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2PFNNsq7MCE/s320/IMGP3877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278672052334466482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcQb8fVUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qQwi8qmTxko/s1600-h/IMGP3861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcQb8fVUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qQwi8qmTxko/s320/IMGP3861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278672044448240962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't think that two kids (yes, Jed and I) from Utah would get so excited about a little snow.  But I must say, I felt like a kid again.  I haven't been this excited for a very long time. We bundled up Elle and Z (this was his FIRST experience with snow) and took them outside to run around in the beautiful white frozen winterland.  I just kept saying, "This just doesn't happen.  This is so Awesome!"  The last time it snowed here was Christmas Eve 2004 and we weren't living here yet.  So I guess this unusual event does occur, but rarely.  We stayed out until midnight building snowmen--one in the front and one in the back.&lt;br /&gt;This morning the snow was still on the ground and on the roof tops, but as the day warmed up it slowly vanished.  But we enjoyed it while it lasted.  This has offically put the whole family in the Christmas mood. Oh, Mark we did turn on the heater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-1939131883841537364?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1939131883841537364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=1939131883841537364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1939131883841537364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1939131883841537364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoho-ho-houston-has-snow.html' title='Ho,Ho, Ho Houston Has Snow!!'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SUGcSBoN88I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4QqietN0vcQ/s72-c/IMGP3864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-6564741027793420303</id><published>2008-12-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:54:46.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House That Elle Built</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71jbdne5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/r7mKDl5-OVE/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71jbdne5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/r7mKDl5-OVE/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925802341006226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71jBXEPaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMkDGmrpmmI/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71jBXEPaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMkDGmrpmmI/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925795334208930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71iv8CV_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jq8kkflVxLM/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71iv8CV_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jq8kkflVxLM/s320/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925790657435634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71iShfT0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wsmcFWKTqaY/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71iShfT0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wsmcFWKTqaY/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925782761459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had this little gingerbread house kit for about 5 years or so.  Every year we just seem to not have time for it.  This year while we were getting the house decorated for Christmas Elle found it.  Every day she would ask if we could make the gingerbread house.  So for Family Night we made this cute little gingerbread house.  Note a few things about this house that are my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;                   the pink "bow" aka gumball hat on the gingerbread girl&lt;br /&gt;                   they go very well with her yellow eyes (a liver problem maybe:)&lt;br /&gt;                   the porch lights&lt;br /&gt;                   the stone chimney&lt;br /&gt;              and the paved porch in the back.  (this must be a zero lot line house)&lt;br /&gt;After we were all done, Elle said, "Thank you for making my gingerbread house.  That was so very sweet of you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-6564741027793420303?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6564741027793420303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=6564741027793420303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6564741027793420303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6564741027793420303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/12/house-that-elle-built.html' title='The House That Elle Built'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/ST71jbdne5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/r7mKDl5-OVE/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-3550075459145707704</id><published>2008-11-08T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:36:56.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Night 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SRYPxyXyAVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_KznnUoY_d0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SRYPxyXyAVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_KznnUoY_d0/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266414162265899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election night around here is more exciting than Super Bowl!  We went out for ice cream at Ben and Jerry's (free for those who voted! Life's short, eat dessert first right?), and came home to fire up the grill for dinner and to watch the results of the voting.  As each states' results were reported we colored in the corresponding color on the map--red Republican &amp; blue Democrat. This year, the results were fast and easy.  Four years ago we were up way past midnight cheering on Ohio. I can't believe how much has changed in four years.  Last Presidential Election we didn't even have kids and lived in a totally different state (although still very Republican).  This is Elle's Presidential results.  Zander can't wait until he can join in on the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-3550075459145707704?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/3550075459145707704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=3550075459145707704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3550075459145707704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/3550075459145707704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-night-2008.html' title='Election Night 2008'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SRYPxyXyAVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_KznnUoY_d0/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8045463488429916935</id><published>2008-11-08T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:12:42.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Haunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e544d314d7a6b314f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Halloween" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e544d314d7a6b314f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8045463488429916935?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8045463488429916935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8045463488429916935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8045463488429916935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8045463488429916935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-haunts.html' title='Halloween Haunts'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7167079894453060360</id><published>2008-11-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:51:53.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Zander II</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures I attempted to take myself.  Believe it or not these pictures were done in the bathroom while Elle was taking a bath.  The light was awesome. I think they turned out pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EeBxQsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qYy4jcvael8/s1600-h/IMGP3643bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642509569569154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EeBxQsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qYy4jcvael8/s320/IMGP3643bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Zander is all smiles these days.  And I am too because he has slept through the night for three nights in a row!  Let's hope this a pattern forming and not some sort of mean trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_Ed9WgjGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8xXqqRK7aqk/s1600-h/IMGP3645bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642508383620194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_Ed9WgjGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8xXqqRK7aqk/s320/IMGP3645bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zander can also roll now from back to front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EdkDhj_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/v0Rw7rWOoy0/s1600-h/IMGP3642bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642501593108466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EdkDhj_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/v0Rw7rWOoy0/s320/IMGP3642bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EdG6wv1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-ZnMioyxBOI/s1600-h/IMGP3637bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642493771726674" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EdG6wv1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-ZnMioyxBOI/s320/IMGP3637bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            I call him "happy pants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how fast time flies. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EcoepXZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jpUZe2FzJ5g/s1600-h/IMGP3641bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642485600738706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EcoepXZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jpUZe2FzJ5g/s320/IMGP3641bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-7167079894453060360?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7167079894453060360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7167079894453060360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7167079894453060360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7167079894453060360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-zander-ii.html' title='Baby Zander II'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SQ_EeBxQsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qYy4jcvael8/s72-c/IMGP3643bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-1583205177157962031</id><published>2008-10-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:08:12.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>So here's my tag list (Thanks Wanonie)&lt;br /&gt;Ten Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a Senior in High School&lt;br /&gt;2. My Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer&lt;br /&gt;3. I celebrated my 18th birthday in Orlando, FL --can't forget the cake!!&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother had a girlfriend instead of a wife&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't worry about kids, a house, or money, or a husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do List&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Wash the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Zander's three month pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish baby quilts&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Yogo Class tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. salt water taffy from Dick's Market&lt;br /&gt;2. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolate covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;4. mint oreo cookies&lt;br /&gt;5. keva (like Jamba Juice, but better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Laie, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. West Bountiful, Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Arlington, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;4. North Salt Lake, Utah&lt;br /&gt;5. League City, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;1. Lifeguard at Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;2. Ritz-Carlton Hotel Reservationist&lt;br /&gt;3. O-Chem Lab Assistant&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Peeves&lt;br /&gt;1. Using the same dish rag to wipe the floor and the table-why not just eat off the floor?!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sending Chain Mail&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini-van drivers--talking on the cell phone, yelling at their kids, and swerving in and out of their lane--usually into mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Skinny jeans on men --seems to be so popular right now AAAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;5. Sharing chapstick &lt;br /&gt;(As you can tell I'm kind of a germaphob!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that bring me joy&lt;br /&gt;1. Nights when Jed makes dinner&lt;br /&gt;2. Ironed sheets-a luxury no longer since my sheets are always covered in barf these days&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing my family&lt;br /&gt;4. Weighing less on the scale today than a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;5. Having meat and fruit to eat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I tag (You're it)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shelly&lt;br /&gt;2. Meredith&lt;br /&gt;3. Diane&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;5. Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-1583205177157962031?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1583205177157962031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=1583205177157962031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1583205177157962031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1583205177157962031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2509474049754168334</id><published>2008-09-19T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:14:27.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing, Yellowstone, and more</title><content type='html'>With Ike gracing us with his presence I have the time (or the electricity) to post my travels. I got home from Utah on Wednesday night only to pack up and leave Friday for Ft. Worth. I should have stayed another week! When I got on the plane Wednesday, Ike was headed for Corpus Christi and by the time I landed League City was under voluntary evacuation--the storm headed for Galveston Island. It's been crazy. But we are safe. Enjoy these fun pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zander's Blessing Day &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPcuVOIW-I/AAAAAAAAADA/VjGYV7tkf2I/s1600-h/IMGP3377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247780679345265634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPcuVOIW-I/AAAAAAAAADA/VjGYV7tkf2I/s200/IMGP3377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPcuzbHCjI/AAAAAAAAADI/0n2CVB65kf4/s1600-h/IMGP3355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247780687452768818" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPcuzbHCjI/AAAAAAAAADI/0n2CVB65kf4/s200/IMGP3355.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jed blessed Zander on August 24. It was a beautiful blessing--a lot to look forward to in this little guys life. I'm so glad that I have a wonderful husband who honors his Preisthood.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had a little luncheon with family and friends. It was good to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick vacation to Yellowstone &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPeSgCBl1I/AAAAAAAAADY/VfOBy6NVCps/s1600-h/IMGP3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247782400234198866" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPeSgCBl1I/AAAAAAAAADY/VfOBy6NVCps/s200/IMGP3495.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPeSVrhtHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z21tHfHbUdM/s1600-h/IMGP3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247782397455479922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPeSVrhtHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z21tHfHbUdM/s200/IMGP3466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhfk5FTSI/AAAAAAAAADo/5JNwtYSncws/s1600-h/IMGP3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247785923412053282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhfk5FTSI/AAAAAAAAADo/5JNwtYSncws/s320/IMGP3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhfW41tqI/AAAAAAAAADg/hDlPvixS6Kc/s1600-h/IMGP3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247785919652935330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhfW41tqI/AAAAAAAAADg/hDlPvixS6Kc/s320/IMGP3476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhgWw5oSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TKwRaASNH6E/s1600-h/IMGP3505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247785936799506722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhgWw5oSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TKwRaASNH6E/s320/IMGP3505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhgBDpAiI/AAAAAAAAADw/rHYhRxSlIRw/s1600-h/IMGP3504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247785930972529186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPhgBDpAiI/AAAAAAAAADw/rHYhRxSlIRw/s320/IMGP3504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Old Faithful or as Elle calls it the "bolcano"&lt;br /&gt;This is also where my brother and SIL told us we were getting a new niece or nephew. Zander is secretly hoping for a boy--they will only be 9 months apart. Congrats again you two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle also got her first taste of ice skating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuDuGYuwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gWaxXOOpwcs/s1600-h/IMGP3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257510625195113218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuDuGYuwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gWaxXOOpwcs/s200/IMGP3406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuE8FZRfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8ZgrC1OaX94/s1600-h/IMGP3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257510646128920050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuE8FZRfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8ZgrC1OaX94/s200/IMGP3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuFC43hQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wZfv1yt5N8o/s1600-h/IMGP3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257510647955424514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZuFC43hQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wZfv1yt5N8o/s200/IMGP3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess when she wins a gold medal in the olympics I won't be able to say she was a natural! She had fun once we took her skates off and she could walk on the ice in regular shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things we got to do, that I haven't done in years, is go to the Utah State Fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utah State Univ. puts together a cute little hands-on presentation of farming for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the kids get a basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0DLizIRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lPEIyCzCkEA/s1600-h/IMGP3512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257517212988809490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0DLizIRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lPEIyCzCkEA/s200/IMGP3512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CFD0xNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F1W-LaaCR5k/s1600-h/IMGP3507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257517194068411602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CFD0xNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F1W-LaaCR5k/s200/IMGP3507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CYz56YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4gPrmzw3-3U/s1600-h/IMGP3508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257517199370348930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CYz56YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4gPrmzw3-3U/s200/IMGP3508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they get to put grain in it and take it to a cow that they can milk. After that they get to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pick apples &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CspUnwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RD2jLqaqr-8/s1600-h/IMGP3509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257517204694671106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0CspUnwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RD2jLqaqr-8/s200/IMGP3509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and plant seeds &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0DUH0lmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tPjyv1f47vI/s1600-h/IMGP3513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257517215291577954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ0DUH0lmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tPjyv1f47vI/s200/IMGP3513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also haul hay using a tractor tricycle, gather eggs from a chicken&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3WVOiJfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AzzF94-zg80/s1600-h/IMGP3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257520840540562930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3WVOiJfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AzzF94-zg80/s200/IMGP3516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and pull wool from a sheep.  In the end they sell their goods for a snack of their choosing.  Elle choose cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3WrYfZZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EaxQOJzvRlQ/s1600-h/IMGP3525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257520846487905682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3WrYfZZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EaxQOJzvRlQ/s200/IMGP3525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3W1unvCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dsBIo3maDsw/s1600-h/IMGP3536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257520849265081378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SPZ3W1unvCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dsBIo3maDsw/s200/IMGP3536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zander got to go to his first Rodeo.                            One of my favorite pictures to end a fun night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-2509474049754168334?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2509474049754168334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2509474049754168334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2509474049754168334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2509474049754168334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessing-yellowstone-and-more.html' title='Blessing, Yellowstone, and more'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SNPcuVOIW-I/AAAAAAAAADA/VjGYV7tkf2I/s72-c/IMGP3377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-2688701593792168944</id><published>2008-09-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:27:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Hike Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMptjZGU8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sJTpHFWyqAg/s1600-h/IMGP3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245125170826637826" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMptjZGU8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sJTpHFWyqAg/s200/IMGP3556.JPG" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many hours of watching this storm come in, we have decided to evacuate this morning. Our windows are boarded up, our bags our packed, and we are headed North to Fort Worth. The storm serge in Galveston Bay is suppose to be 15-18 feet of water and that puts us in danger of flooding. Not to mention the possible power outages lasting up to a week. Elle couldn't go that long without her "hot milk sippy" as many of you know. Plus I don't want to take any chances that we would have to move quickly--with two kids, one being a two month old, we don't do anything fast any more. So farewell for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle seems to be weathering the storm well I think.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMptiu2cBDI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fo6i1wlvzZw/s1600-h/IMGP3553.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245125159485703218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMptiu2cBDI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fo6i1wlvzZw/s200/IMGP3553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMpti1dd_fI/AAAAAAAAACw/-LcH2I6pF2U/s1600-h/IMGP3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245125161260023282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMpti1dd_fI/AAAAAAAAACw/-LcH2I6pF2U/s200/IMGP3554.JPG" border="0" /&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/33603666-2688701593792168944?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/2688701593792168944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=2688701593792168944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2688701593792168944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/2688701593792168944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-hike-ike.html' title='Take A Hike Ike'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SMptjZGU8gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sJTpHFWyqAg/s72-c/IMGP3556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8814418170028702990</id><published>2008-08-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:54:22.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2c5m5QrI/AAAAAAAAABs/XNirkNJhnPE/s1600-h/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231835262249157298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2c5m5QrI/AAAAAAAAABs/XNirkNJhnPE/s200/0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dO31suI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2YzVb-MVwhs/s1600-h/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231835267957371618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dO31suI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2YzVb-MVwhs/s200/0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dDMcFgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7JyYSgZYN74/s1600-h/0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231835264822547970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dDMcFgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7JyYSgZYN74/s200/0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dYF08FI/AAAAAAAAACM/FD9gRioe-Nk/s1600-h/0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231835270431961170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dYF08FI/AAAAAAAAACM/FD9gRioe-Nk/s200/0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dLYH5BI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNanRiG6MI4/s1600-h/0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231835267019039762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2dLYH5BI/AAAAAAAAACE/NNanRiG6MI4/s200/0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs18EAQ1cI/AAAAAAAAABk/FeyalhUDaz4/s1600-h/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231834698104231362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs18EAQ1cI/AAAAAAAAABk/FeyalhUDaz4/s200/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8814418170028702990?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8814418170028702990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8814418170028702990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8814418170028702990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8814418170028702990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-little-beauty.html' title='Our Little Beauty'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJs2c5m5QrI/AAAAAAAAABs/XNirkNJhnPE/s72-c/0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-7718523537442535954</id><published>2008-08-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:39:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Final Farewell to Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJZrbVjoxEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hir5BmH4LIk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230486134624666690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJZrbVjoxEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hir5BmH4LIk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle and a friend decided that we just were not suppose to have fish. When the house became a little too quiet (never a good sign) I went upstairs to check on the girls. Only to find the two of them sitting on the dresser and one of Elle's angelfish stuck to the wall! (Dead of course) There was water everywhere, because the lid was off and the filter was tipped upside down. Along with water on the floor were the marbles and plants. The other angelfish was still alive, but died in a couple of hours. So after a &lt;strong&gt;long &lt;/strong&gt;timeout in the bathroom, we said goodbye to the whole thing--the fish and the aquarium. I just don't know what goes on in that little girl's head. From what I can piece together after getting the story from Elle, apparently Elle wanted to show her friend how to feed the fish. (hence the stool from the bathroom dragged over to her armoire where the fish food was) When she opened the feeder hole she saw the fish (already dead) floating on top and tried to get it out. When she couldn't get it out through the hole, she decided to open the entire tank. (How else would you get it out?!) And the fun with all the water just escalated from there. I guess I missed this chapter in the "What crazy things to expect from your toddler" manual--oh wait I never got mine. Does anyone have a copy I can borrow? I want to be prepared for what's next!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-7718523537442535954?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/7718523537442535954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=7718523537442535954' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7718523537442535954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/7718523537442535954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-farewell-to-fish.html' title='A Final Farewell to Fish'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SJZrbVjoxEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hir5BmH4LIk/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-5116098333845176667</id><published>2008-07-16T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:15:50.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Zander</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4441304d6a6b7a4d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Baby Zander" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4441304d6a6b7a4d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-5116098333845176667?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/5116098333845176667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=5116098333845176667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5116098333845176667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/5116098333845176667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-zander.html' title='Baby Zander'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-8948187915946231114</id><published>2008-07-07T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:40:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4xPy0ygbI/AAAAAAAAABE/zxmtJt5T2gE/s1600-h/IMGP3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4xPy0ygbI/AAAAAAAAABE/zxmtJt5T2gE/s400/IMGP3050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223666765207339442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4xQfEZCeI/AAAAAAAAABM/CA2xhrKiEE4/s1600-h/IMGP3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4xQfEZCeI/AAAAAAAAABM/CA2xhrKiEE4/s400/IMGP3054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223666777083939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4vHku2IVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zZSyht3nc6M/s1600-h/IMGP3051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4vHku2IVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zZSyht3nc6M/s400/IMGP3051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223664424962105682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation, and a bit of convincing, we bought a new lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why we had to buy a new lawn mower just ask Jed about the importance of putting oil in the lawn mower. He discovered that if you go without putting oil in a lawn mower for over three years it won't run that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to redeem himself by changing the air filter, cleaning the carborator, and putting on a new spark plug, but the thing still sounded like a sick cow. After about a month of nursing the mower along, it died. So we begun to look for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 6.75 ft-lbs gross torque Briggs &amp; Stratton Engine features MRS, a Craftsman Exclusive, and Ready Start (No Prime, No Choke) to provide easy and reliable starting. The Easy Deck Wash System makes it easy to remove grass clippings and debris from under the deck. Precision Plus Cutting System delivers high performance bagging, mulching with durable blade. Rear Drive Self-Propelled system provides superb traction, ideal for bagging and uneven terrains. Equipped with a 21" 3 in 1 Hi-Tunnel Style Deck that offers all cutting options.&lt;br /&gt;• Briggs &amp; Stratton Engine with 6.75 ft-lbs gross torque &lt;br /&gt;• Variable Speed - EZ Walk - Rear Propelled Drive &lt;br /&gt;• B&amp;S's Most Reliable Start - MRS (Craftsman Exclusive) &lt;br /&gt;• Ready Start (No Prime, No Choke) &lt;br /&gt;• Precision Plus Cutting System (Craftsman Exclusive) &lt;br /&gt;• Fully assembled &lt;br /&gt;• 2 year limited warranty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-8948187915946231114?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/8948187915946231114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=8948187915946231114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8948187915946231114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/8948187915946231114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with old, in with the new'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WG6-SDDmFzU/SH4xPy0ygbI/AAAAAAAAABE/zxmtJt5T2gE/s72-c/IMGP3050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-6566902029662050421</id><published>2008-07-06T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:16:32.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a6b304e7a4d354e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play 4th of July Fun" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a6b304e7a4d354e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-6566902029662050421?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/6566902029662050421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=6566902029662050421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6566902029662050421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/6566902029662050421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html' title=''/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-4376050333592459556</id><published>2008-07-05T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:01:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a6b7a4e6a55314f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="330" alt="Click to play A New Room" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a6b7a4e6a55314f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-4376050333592459556?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/4376050333592459556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=4376050333592459556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4376050333592459556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/4376050333592459556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-1702945124778815740</id><published>2008-06-23T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:28:03.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All of Us There is A Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Cinderella!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Cinderella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dignified and hard working. With a gentle and soft-spoken manner you have something many people don't. Patience. Even through the moments of heartbreak you're still able to hold onto all of your hopes and dreams. Bide your time; your dream will come true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-1702945124778815740?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/1702945124778815740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=1702945124778815740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1702945124778815740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/1702945124778815740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-cinderella-dignified-and-hard.html' title='In All of Us There is A Little Princess'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603666.post-434250580700907732</id><published>2008-04-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:37:46.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2008'/><title type='text'>Easter with The Greenfields</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d7a41304f4441304d513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Signs of Spring" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d7a41304f4441304d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33603666-434250580700907732?l=texasgreenfields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/feeds/434250580700907732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33603666&amp;postID=434250580700907732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/434250580700907732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33603666/posts/default/434250580700907732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasgreenfields.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-with-greenfields.html' title='Easter with The Greenfields'/><author><name>Jed and Kallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674298595207825348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
