<?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-6868345515029290235</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:51:57.298-07:00</updated><category term='preschool'/><category term='3F'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='Election'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Pregnant'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Family'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Prop 8'/><category term='Scooby Doo'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='school'/><category term='Scott'/><category term='Julie'/><category term='Benihana'/><category term='Playoffs'/><category term='Josh'/><category term='Elijah'/><title type='text'>eMerrills</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of a small southern California family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-5206761096815946710</id><published>2009-11-19T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:37:44.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwX-7xB4byI/AAAAAAAAALY/aD5eZgexIjA/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwX-7xB4byI/AAAAAAAAALY/aD5eZgexIjA/s640/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whopee! &amp;nbsp;Guess where I will be tonight at 12:20! &amp;nbsp;Take one guess... Gotta say, I love the books, the last movie was fun, but I hear this movie is even better and I am very happy to see it tonight. &amp;nbsp;I am throwing caution to the wind and sacrificing precious sleep that is hard to come by to spend some quality time with the gals. &amp;nbsp;Totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, a big movie fanatic himself, totally understands the madness, until he saw this on his way home from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwX--A2S9aI/AAAAAAAAALg/quhUqe0v8fg/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwX--A2S9aI/AAAAAAAAALg/quhUqe0v8fg/s640/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, he questioned my motives and was a little more curious about what all the fuss is about. &amp;nbsp;This poster is a bit over the top and now I'm a bit embarrassed about the whole phenomena. &amp;nbsp;What do you ladies think? &amp;nbsp;Love it or too much? &amp;nbsp;Or both? &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm off to get the kiddos ready for bed and bundle myself up for a chilly wait in line. &amp;nbsp;If I get cold, I can always recall this poster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-5206761096815946710?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5206761096815946710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=5206761096815946710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5206761096815946710'/><link rel='self' 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Family Home Evening</title><content type='html'>So, I decided that our next Family Home Evening would be about the significance of the Sacrament after passing the bread tray to Joshie at church this Sunday and he casually waved it off saying, "Oh, no thank you! &amp;nbsp;I not hungry." &amp;nbsp;I took a second to remind him that we don't pass the sacrament because he might be hungry, but to think about his Jesus and His life and example and his atonement. &amp;nbsp;I offered it to him again and got the same response, "But I NOT HUNGRY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-5019535177568950240?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5019535177568950240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=5019535177568950240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5019535177568950240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5019535177568950240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/11/idea-for-family-home-evening.html' title='An Idea for Family Home Evening'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-8706511041735445888</id><published>2009-10-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:09:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Caviar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e6ffa2; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have to post this because I just love it! &amp;nbsp;I stole it from my sister who got it from her mother-in-law. &amp;nbsp;(I would link to her blog, but that is entirely too technical for me!) &amp;nbsp;It's delicious and very healthy! &amp;nbsp;I eat it as a side dish, with chips, over rice, or with warmed tortillas. &amp;nbsp;Give it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Mexican Caviar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;1 small can corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1 can hominy and 1 can black eyed peas (I use garbanzo beans and black beans instead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1 can green chilies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;4 chopped green onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3 chopped Roma tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;16 oz. picante sauce (Pace brand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1 can diced black olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1/2 small bottle zesty Italian dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1 teaspoon minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Lots of cilantro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-8706511041735445888?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8706511041735445888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=8706511041735445888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8706511041735445888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8706511041735445888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/10/mexican-caviar.html' title='Mexican Caviar'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-7377371829785322524</id><published>2009-10-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:28:28.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Five Year Old's Thoughts on Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuNw-HNC27I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q_tHyWN9H2k/s1600-h/IMG_4164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuNw-HNC27I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q_tHyWN9H2k/s400/IMG_4164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school Thursday Ben asked, "Mom, what happens if you are married and you find someone else you like better? &amp;nbsp;Can you trade in the old one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically, you can and it is done all the time. &amp;nbsp;However, I began a conversation explaining that marriage is a commitment and that you make it work and once you get married, you stop looking. &amp;nbsp;He replied, "Mom, I just can't help it! &amp;nbsp;I just think girls are so pretty and I want to marry them all!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-7377371829785322524?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7377371829785322524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=7377371829785322524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-5613805402586849641</id><published>2009-10-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:48:04.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess the Trunk or Treat Was Exhausting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwYCHtV5KQI/AAAAAAAAALo/3IssB6ORAhQ/s1600/IMG_4509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwYCHtV5KQI/AAAAAAAAALo/3IssB6ORAhQ/s320/IMG_4509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwYCNSMgVqI/AAAAAAAAALw/w9lfMAHQ8LY/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwYCNSMgVqI/AAAAAAAAALw/w9lfMAHQ8LY/s400/IMG_4511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Baby Jovi&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/6868345515029290235-5613805402586849641?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5613805402586849641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=5613805402586849641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5613805402586849641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5613805402586849641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-guess-trunk-or-treat-was-exhausting.html' title='I Guess the Trunk or Treat Was Exhausting!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SwYCHtV5KQI/AAAAAAAAALo/3IssB6ORAhQ/s72-c/IMG_4509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-986590040392610360</id><published>2009-10-23T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:54:02.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Pet--Spooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOD6y8wjGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZNOIokcFSWs/s1600-h/IMG_4338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOD6y8wjGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZNOIokcFSWs/s400/IMG_4338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Spooky. &amp;nbsp;We found him gorging on our grape tomato plant. &amp;nbsp;We plucked him from his own personal heaven to become a pet of two very interested and hands on boys. &amp;nbsp;He is officially called a tobacco hornworm. &amp;nbsp;The pictures don't do him justice. &amp;nbsp;He is huge and the amount of leaves he can devour is frightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOEBONUZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/a4zLF2pVc9E/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOEBONUZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/a4zLF2pVc9E/s400/IMG_4415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben brought him in for share day and I made him write a report. &amp;nbsp;(It's crazy that Ben couldn't even write 2 months ago! &amp;nbsp;Thank you Kindergarten and positive peer pressure!) &amp;nbsp;On Sunday, he stopped eating and began his "wandering" phase in preparation for his metamorphosis. &amp;nbsp;In the last week, he has shrunk and is turning brown. &amp;nbsp;It's fun to watch. &amp;nbsp;It sounds like he will become a chrysalis for about 18 days and emerge a Carolina Sphinx moth with a wing span of 5-6 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOEC-_DY5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1tnxi8fwPVw/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOEC-_DY5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1tnxi8fwPVw/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-986590040392610360?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/986590040392610360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=986590040392610360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-7588380573950356414</id><published>2009-10-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:11:27.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Our Backyard</title><content type='html'>Today we spent a little time in our backyard. &amp;nbsp;This is what we found.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOHkEcDLOI/AAAAAAAAALA/7akE95WHPCY/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOHkEcDLOI/AAAAAAAAALA/7akE95WHPCY/s400/IMG_4387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A creepy spider on our swing set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOHcbVZOXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vowr1iX59_A/s1600-h/IMG_4384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOHcbVZOXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vowr1iX59_A/s400/IMG_4384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our tobacco hornworm beginning his wandering phase. &amp;nbsp;Notice his heart is showing through his skin that is becoming translucent. &amp;nbsp;His heart is actually a tube that runs along his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOH9YNoBVI/AAAAAAAAALI/AhGhRD5mfGY/s1600-h/IMG_4394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOH9YNoBVI/AAAAAAAAALI/AhGhRD5mfGY/s400/IMG_4394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our first avocado that we guessed was ready for harvest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOIBMk9y_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MpIAspj_YIM/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOIBMk9y_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MpIAspj_YIM/s400/IMG_4395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The proud gardener himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-7588380573950356414?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7588380573950356414/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuOHkEcDLOI/AAAAAAAAALA/7akE95WHPCY/s72-c/IMG_4387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-1676985509539033557</id><published>2009-10-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:56:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason We Look Forward to General Conference--Scones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuNyXh3Ur6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/D7QzaoIZn9g/s1600-h/IMG_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuNyXh3Ur6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/D7QzaoIZn9g/s400/IMG_4194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scones!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't get me wrong, we love Conference and this year it seems that I was able to listen to most of the talks of the Sunday sessions. &amp;nbsp;(I worked Saturday.) &amp;nbsp;That's reason to celebrate right there! &amp;nbsp;We love being together as a family to hear the uplifting and inspiring words of the prophets of our church. &amp;nbsp;We feel so blessed to belong to a church where we have a prophet that receives direct revelation from our Heavenly Father. &amp;nbsp;Also, who could forget Elder Holland's passionate testimony of the Book of Mormon? &amp;nbsp;I add mine to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...we stole a traditon for our friends, the Hiltons (miss you guys!), and it has stuck and we look forward to it every April and October. &amp;nbsp;It is the tradition of SCONES! &amp;nbsp;Who could not love fried bread? &amp;nbsp;The best part is that we top it off with SCONE SYRUP! &amp;nbsp;What is that, you ask? &amp;nbsp;Only the best syrup ever...made from basically butter, sugar and buttermilk. &amp;nbsp;It's a top secret Stringham recipe and we feel so proud to be part of the circle of trust. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ben's face says it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-1676985509539033557?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1676985509539033557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=1676985509539033557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1676985509539033557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1676985509539033557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-reason-we-look-forward-to-general.html' title='One Reason We Look Forward to General Conference--Scones!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SuNyXh3Ur6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/D7QzaoIZn9g/s72-c/IMG_4194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-6671495972948750036</id><published>2009-09-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:55:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqlax0pzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g-Gvs2xGoFU/s1600-h/sept11-100days-ga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqlax0pzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g-Gvs2xGoFU/s400/sept11-100days-ga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so many emotions today. &amp;nbsp;I was looking back, trying to find some pictures that we took while we were in NYC on that horrific day. &amp;nbsp;In some ways, it feels like it was just yesterday when I look at the photos. &amp;nbsp;The fear and anxiety has subsided, but the sadness for the lost lives is still very near. &amp;nbsp;What also remains is gratitude for all those who selflessly helped in that time of need and for all those who continue to serve our great country and keep us free. &amp;nbsp; It is a debt that we can never repay. &amp;nbsp;I would just like to add my sincere thanks to those that are remembering this day and those who have given their lives or loved ones on behalf of our country. &amp;nbsp;May we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to be in NYC on September 11, 2001. &amp;nbsp;Scott&amp;nbsp;was working&amp;nbsp;that beautiful, clear, fall morning near Times Square. &amp;nbsp;I was staying with our friends, Sam and Sara, in Astoria, Queens and I about to venture out to the WTC to buy some discount show tickets when our friend, Sam called me to tell me to stay put and turn on the news. &amp;nbsp;I turned on the news just in time to see the second plane hit the second tower. &amp;nbsp;After that, shock turned into horror and that day began that would turn out to be among the longest and darkest for so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not reach Scott because all the phone lines were jammed. &amp;nbsp;I was pretty sure he was okay, because he was far from the WTC, but I really wanted to hear his voice. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, we had both thought to call my mom and she was able to relay messages to us from each other. &amp;nbsp;Scott was fine and he was going to meet up with Sam and Sara and walk home. &amp;nbsp;I stayed put, anxious and scared. &amp;nbsp;I watched the horrible footage and fielded phone calls from worried friends and family. &amp;nbsp;I could hear the jets outside and could already see the smoke in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures Scott took on his walk home on the 59th Street Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqlgZwFuOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/60pxH5L-DZA/s1600-h/P9110014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqlgZwFuOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/60pxH5L-DZA/s400/P9110014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqlkEenXWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WDsbjyNaulE/s1600-h/P9110018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqlkEenXWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WDsbjyNaulE/s400/P9110018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully, after a several hours, Scott, Sam, Sara, and Sam's boss arrived home safely. &amp;nbsp;We talked, cried, answered phone calls and ordered pizza. &amp;nbsp;It was a day that went on and on. &amp;nbsp;That night we walked around Astoria in disbelief. &amp;nbsp;It was such a beautiful day. &amp;nbsp;The air temperature was perfect, but one glance toward the WTC told us that it was no ordinary day. &amp;nbsp;It was so quiet other than the occasional jet zooming overhead. &amp;nbsp;We ate dinner in a local diner. &amp;nbsp;The news coverage was blaring in the corner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so worried about our new sister-in-law, Rebecca who was a flight attendant for American Airlines based out of Boston. &amp;nbsp;I knew she was on a trip, but I couldn't remember which flight. &amp;nbsp;We were so happy when we heard that she was stranded in Texas and safe. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, she knew a number of the flight attendants on the Boston flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had reservations at a hotel in Times Square, but we didn't want to go into the city. &amp;nbsp;The city was closed and we wanted to be with friends. There were many rumors of bomb threats. &amp;nbsp;There was just a feeling of panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Scott went into work and the rest of us decided we all had to get out of the house. &amp;nbsp;We walked to a local track and walked a bit. &amp;nbsp;On the way, we stopped at a hospital and put our name on a blood donation list. &amp;nbsp;There seemed like so little we could do...What struck me most were the posters and pictures of missing people all over the neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;I will never forget that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott only worked half day and then came and got me and we went into the city. &amp;nbsp;We were probably a little crazy for continuing with our plans, but I'm glad we did. &amp;nbsp;That night, we took a subway as far south as we could and walked the rest of the way to a restaurant in Greenwich Village. &amp;nbsp;We had reservations for the night before. &amp;nbsp;(We were going to celebreate our anniversary on the 11th instead of the 10th because Scott had gotten tickets to the Yankee's game on the 10th. &amp;nbsp;We never actually saw the game because it was rained out. &amp;nbsp;We were the couple huddled together in the pouring rain in ponchos for two hours with nobody else around except for the half naked drunk guy. &amp;nbsp;I tell Scott that's what he gets for taking me to a baseball game on our anniversary combined with the curse of the Yankees.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood south of 14th Street was closed to traffic so it was eerily quiet. &amp;nbsp;The streets were empty of the typical traffic and even parked cars were few. &amp;nbsp;People were quietly walking, riding bikes, skateboarding, roller blading and planning midnight vigils. &amp;nbsp;The missing persons posters were sobering. &amp;nbsp;I think we all felt like we wanted to be out and with each other. &amp;nbsp;The people we encountered were extremely friendly. &amp;nbsp;We all looked each other in the eye and asked each other how we were doing. &amp;nbsp;I felt true concern, unity and compassion from everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got as close to the WTC as we could. &amp;nbsp;It still seemed so unreal. &amp;nbsp;How could the towers be gone? &amp;nbsp;How many people had lost their lives? &amp;nbsp;The estimations were staggering. &amp;nbsp;There were false reports of survivors. &amp;nbsp;How could this have happened here in our country? &amp;nbsp;More&amp;nbsp;haunting&amp;nbsp;details were coming out. &amp;nbsp;We walked around in awe and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqloBh1BQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fPblJMOh00A/s1600-h/P9140016_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqloBh1BQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fPblJMOh00A/s400/P9140016_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week we had planed to go to Boston and stay with my brother, Steven. &amp;nbsp;We spent the week visiting the many historical sites. &amp;nbsp;What a meaningful and poignant time to learn about and appreciate our country's many patriots. &amp;nbsp;We had such an intense appreciation for our country and its founders throughout this week. &amp;nbsp;The city was plastered with American flags and signs that read, "God Bless America" and "United We Stand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqrUO4IxDLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V3sQCmLTW5I/s1600-h/311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqrUO4IxDLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V3sQCmLTW5I/s400/311.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we always remember the feelings we felt that day. &amp;nbsp;Let's remember the gratitude we had for our friends, families, lives, and the heros who gave so much. &amp;nbsp;Let's always remember the compassion and unity we felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqq2CkKF6LI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lr_PYK9iwHU/s1600-h/315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqq2CkKF6LI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lr_PYK9iwHU/s400/315.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-6671495972948750036?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6671495972948750036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=6671495972948750036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6671495972948750036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6671495972948750036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-us-never-forget.html' title='Let Us Never Forget'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqlax0pzqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g-Gvs2xGoFU/s72-c/sept11-100days-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-3040390679870824582</id><published>2009-09-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:48:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Anniversary, Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqlMrfY8yzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U77MpP53MRM/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqlMrfY8yzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U77MpP53MRM/s400/IMG_3467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To celebrate 10 fantastic years of marriage, I would like to tell you 10 reasons I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that when a construction company called looking for work this week, I was able to tell him that my husband can do all the things we need around the house. &amp;nbsp;When he asked if there was anything outside his expertise, I said, "No, he can do everything!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you help cook so much that our 5 year old was confused when he found out that his Aunt Jen was cooking on Saturday and why not Uncle Daniel because, "boys make the food!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that it is very important and a priority to you that I stay home with the kiddos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you are a softy and good at expressing your feelings because I am not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you like to make special occasions out of events and do things right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you are a good sport when I try new recipes and make weird food and most of the time you really like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you are a leader in family prayer, family home evening and scripture study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you work so hard for our family, driving to LA everyday to provide for our family when I know you would rather be home with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you are happiest when you are with me and our boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that you have put up with me for 10 years and still tell me you love me everyday and meant it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you too! &amp;nbsp;Here's to 50 more wonderful years and looking forward to all that the future has in store for us together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-3040390679870824582?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3040390679870824582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=3040390679870824582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/3040390679870824582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/3040390679870824582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-10th-anniversary-babe.html' title='Happy 10th Anniversary, Babe!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqlMrfY8yzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U77MpP53MRM/s72-c/IMG_3467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-3363875936175788797</id><published>2009-09-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:17:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshie's First Day of Preschool--His Turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqc3bilqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y_JrEeT8fWA/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqc3bilqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y_JrEeT8fWA/s400/IMG_3997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trailing behind Big Bro for two years longingly eyeing all the preschool toys, it was FINALLY Joshie's turn. &amp;nbsp;When I presented him with a new Star Wars t-shirt for the day, he jumped up and down and said, "IT'S MY TURN!" &amp;nbsp;So decked out in a new t-shirt, hand me down easy up shorts, Ben's old tennis shoes, and a new Ice Age 3 lunch box earned by successful potty training, he took preschool by storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is preschool when you've seen the inside of the classroom for two years, seen the same teachers, watched Big Bro have fun, and have 5 church friends in the same class including, good friend, Jack? &amp;nbsp;Piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing but happy and excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqc92kbXFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IIWacXVJvPc/s1600-h/IMG_4000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqc92kbXFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IIWacXVJvPc/s400/IMG_4000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After putting on the name tag and snapping a few pictures, I pointed to the toys and before I could kiss him, he was off. &amp;nbsp;I had to kiss the top of his head and hug his back. &amp;nbsp;I made a big deal of sending Ben in to wish his little brother good luck and give him a hug and the little guy didn't even look up! &amp;nbsp;We've always said, "Joshie, Party of one!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He was all smiles when we picked him up. &amp;nbsp;I missed my sweet guy, but, oh, was it nice to take the baby to the doctor and only worry about the baby. &amp;nbsp;Love, love preschool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do they say? &amp;nbsp;A child's work is to play. &amp;nbsp;I think Joshie put a long day in at the office! &amp;nbsp;Love you, buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqdB1cXqwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4WxPT9_tAA8/s1600-h/IMG_4007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqqdB1cXqwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4WxPT9_tAA8/s400/IMG_4007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-3363875936175788797?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/3363875936175788797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=3363875936175788797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/3363875936175788797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/3363875936175788797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/joshies-first-day-of-preschool-his-turn.html' title='Joshie&apos;s First Day of Preschool--His Turn!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/Sqqc3bilqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y_JrEeT8fWA/s72-c/IMG_3997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-7684754451714769032</id><published>2009-09-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:41:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's First Day of Kindergarten (AKA Green Pear vs. Yellow Pear)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgE81qVdbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TN64e7tH2wg/s1600-h/IMG_3976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgE81qVdbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TN64e7tH2wg/s400/IMG_3976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All dressed for success in his Marvel Comics t-shirt and X-wing fighter backpack, Ben embarked on his first day of the public school system...Kindergarten! &amp;nbsp;He had met his teacher the week before during his assesment and liked her right away. &amp;nbsp;He reported to me, "Mom, she was NICE!" &amp;nbsp;I think it also helped that she is young and pretty. &amp;nbsp;He got even more excited about starting school when he found out that SHE would be his teacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott went in late that morning so we could all escort Ben to school and I'm glad he did because the school was a mad house. &amp;nbsp;Ben almost didn't make it past the parking lot because I almost got him ran over by a crazy car. &amp;nbsp;After a few pictures, Ben marched right in. &amp;nbsp;Because of the crowds, I stood in the back of the classroom and snapped a few pictures between all the parents' heads. &amp;nbsp;I was so proud of him and he seemed so grown up. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't help getting emotional but was happy to see that he was happy to be there. &amp;nbsp;I blew him a kiss from the back of the crowd and said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgFB6HEtBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5lNBsV6XSo0/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgFB6HEtBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5lNBsV6XSo0/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my friend Angie, who was in MY Kindergarten class, and her little girl who happens to be in the same class as Ben. &amp;nbsp;The circle of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgE0wsRVTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cH2LoBeUsoA/s1600-h/IMG_3980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgE0wsRVTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cH2LoBeUsoA/s400/IMG_3980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An awesome backpack is something to smile about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgEuTxwy8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4LBbNqW_AeE/s1600-h/IMG_3982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgEuTxwy8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4LBbNqW_AeE/s320/IMG_3982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting name tags...of course, my kid is in the back row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I came a little early to pick up Ben and I was talking to my friend Angie when Ben wandered up and stood by me. &amp;nbsp;I gave him a hug and kiss and asked him how his day was and he look kind of sad and just said, "fine..." &amp;nbsp;After five minutes or so, I noticed that Ben was the only kid outside of the classroom. &amp;nbsp;I asked him if his teacher told him he could go or if he just got up and walked out. &amp;nbsp;He said he just walked out. &amp;nbsp;I told him to go back inside and wait until she said he could go. I guess he was just &lt;i&gt;done&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; I chalked him leaving early and acting sad to the fact that it was so darn hot that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Ben was finally officially dismissed, his teacher came to me to tell me that Ben had homework because there was something that he wouldn't color in class. &amp;nbsp;She said he wanted to color something green, not yellow. I said, "okay, no problem." &amp;nbsp;I asked her if he was okay and why he walked out early and if she was aware of that. &amp;nbsp;She just said she was aware and that yes, it was really hot in the classroom and it was kind of crazy with all the parents around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After talking to his teacher, I found Ben sitting on a bench looking sad. &amp;nbsp;I asked him what was wrong and he just burst into tears saying that he wanted to color his pear &lt;i&gt;green&lt;/i&gt; but the teacher said it had to be &lt;i&gt;yellow&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Well, I couldn't help it, it was such a sad and heartfelt display of emotion from my innocent Kindergartener that I couldn't stop my tears from welling up. &amp;nbsp;My friend came by and asked what was wrong and SHE got tears in her eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother hen feathers were ruffled (Did it really matter on the first day of school what color the pear was?!). &amp;nbsp;First, I told Ben that I liked green pears better too. &amp;nbsp;(We eat the green pears at our house because by the time the are yellow they are gross and mushy!) &amp;nbsp;Then, I told him that when he was at home, he could color his art any way that he wanted, but in school, he had to learn to follow the directions of his teacher. &amp;nbsp;I explained to Ben that his teacher was trying to teach him the word, "yellow" and that each of the boxes that made up the picture of the pear had the word "yellow" in them. &amp;nbsp;THAT's why he was to color the boxes yellow. &amp;nbsp;Once I explained that to him he seemed fine, but I was still sad to see my boy crying on his first day of school and not excited to go back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, in the car, Ben told me that he was coloring his pear green and then all the kids told on him. &amp;nbsp;It sounds like he was just embarrassed for doing something "wrong" and refused to do it after that. &amp;nbsp;Following directions turned out to be a harsh but important lesson to learn on the first day of Kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We invited a friend over for lunch, smoothies and some Star Wars legos and the world was right again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgFE6noreI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n_KMZb-tB6g/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgFE6noreI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n_KMZb-tB6g/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-7684754451714769032?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7684754451714769032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=7684754451714769032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7684754451714769032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7684754451714769032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/bens-first-day-of-kindergarten-aka.html' title='Ben&apos;s First Day of Kindergarten (AKA Green Pear vs. Yellow Pear)'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SqgE81qVdbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TN64e7tH2wg/s72-c/IMG_3976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-9190747854215472896</id><published>2009-08-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:50:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego My Lego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQP8okDtkI/AAAAAAAAABo/WrvaKEae3Cc/s1600-h/IMG_3252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQP8okDtkI/AAAAAAAAABo/WrvaKEae3Cc/s400/IMG_3252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you come to my house unannounced, this is what you will see. &amp;nbsp;This is what my living room floor has looked like everyday since Ben received his first Star Wars Legos for his 5th birthday last year. &amp;nbsp;Walking and vacuuming has never been the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's wonderful because he gets himself up every morning...I can always tell when due to the loud dumping of the entire lego box...and he can keep himself busy until we all manage to get out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But, it's NOT wonderful, because these little things are EVERYWHERE! &amp;nbsp;My little Joshie loves the little body parts the most and is very creative in stashing his goods. &amp;nbsp;I have found Lego bodies under unfinshed door frames, in little holes in church play equipment, and in jean pockets. &amp;nbsp;One day, I was cleaning our kitchen cabinets. &amp;nbsp;We have one with a hole in the facing and upon closer inspection, I noticed Princess Leia's hair and various other tiny Legos INSIDE the cabinet door...all requiring surgical extraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQS2NGRzOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/53q5hm2OfSo/s1600-h/IMG_2260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQS2NGRzOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/53q5hm2OfSo/s320/IMG_2260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I should be the mom that says, "You leave it out...it's gone. &amp;nbsp;If I vacuum it up, too bad, so sad!" &amp;nbsp;But, then along came this...the X wing fighter. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Santa! &amp;nbsp;I know the frustration of building this monstracity and not having the pieces. &amp;nbsp;I have acutally picked through vacuum nastiness to save LEGOS! &amp;nbsp;The only thing I might pick out on my behalf are diamonds or rubies! &amp;nbsp;The things we do for our kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;However, I must admit, I am a nerd and I really enjoy putting these things together. &amp;nbsp;I especially love it when I'm left alone and I do not have to search for all the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQVMwp06XI/AAAAAAAAACA/MBys25vCMTM/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQVMwp06XI/AAAAAAAAACA/MBys25vCMTM/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Luckily, freestyle building is where it's at. &amp;nbsp;Ben builds a few ships like this everyday and loves playing with his Star Wars guys. &amp;nbsp;His favorite Lego is his R2D2. &amp;nbsp;He builds ships for every member in our family. &amp;nbsp;One day, Joshie was crying and in an attempt to make his little brother feel better, he asked, "Joshie, do you want me to build you a ship?" &amp;nbsp;To which, Joshie replied a tearful, "Yes!" And, all was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQXZwSVJoI/AAAAAAAAACI/ieR84zzZzpU/s1600-h/IMG_2520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQXZwSVJoI/AAAAAAAAACI/ieR84zzZzpU/s320/IMG_2520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One day after Disneyland, I decided to take the boys to the Lego Store. &amp;nbsp;Oh, Heaven! Thy name is LEGO. &amp;nbsp;There was something for everyone. &amp;nbsp;Joshie was just amazed at the little bins chock full of body parts! &amp;nbsp;Heads, glorious heads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQb8O-NA-I/AAAAAAAAACg/1_O05VcUzLg/s1600-h/IMG_2517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQb8O-NA-I/AAAAAAAAACg/1_O05VcUzLg/s320/IMG_2517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQenyxqn_I/AAAAAAAAACw/iOPFOkr3Vx8/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQenyxqn_I/AAAAAAAAACw/iOPFOkr3Vx8/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There was a "Darth Vadie" for Joshie and a R2D2 for Ben! They even moved and had sound effects. I was a bit scared by the Darth Varder myself. Awesome! Did I&amp;nbsp;mention my kids are OBSESSED with Star Wars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQc3Pnpa9I/AAAAAAAAACo/rVrfBFvDmDM/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQc3Pnpa9I/AAAAAAAAACo/rVrfBFvDmDM/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is also where Ben fell in love with the Death Star. &amp;nbsp;Look at the desire in those eyes! &amp;nbsp;For those of you who might not know, the Death Star is Darth Vader's ship and it only costs a mere FOUR HUNDRED dollars! &amp;nbsp;It is a sad day in parenthood when your child's wishes for a present from Santa exceed reality. &amp;nbsp;I really thought this might happen for my teenage children, NOT my FIVE year old! &amp;nbsp;Well, it's good to have big dreams. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Good luck with that, kiddo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As a mother of three boys, I am resigned to my fate. &amp;nbsp;I am just more careful about my walking and vacuuming. &amp;nbsp;I am learning to love the hours of fun and creativity of those millions of darn little pieces inspire.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;May&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;force&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;me.&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/6868345515029290235-9190747854215472896?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/9190747854215472896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=9190747854215472896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/9190747854215472896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/9190747854215472896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/lego-my-lego.html' title='Lego My Lego!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQP8okDtkI/AAAAAAAAABo/WrvaKEae3Cc/s72-c/IMG_3252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-1038546556495281178</id><published>2009-08-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:51:33.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshie's 3rd Birthday Backyard Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLWl_nRT_I/AAAAAAAAABY/HoTuzjLQ-Mc/s1600-h/IMG_3740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373593253626073074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLWl_nRT_I/AAAAAAAAABY/HoTuzjLQ-Mc/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLWSdZ-LgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uDbDsV3GVqU/s1600-h/IMG_3729.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592918025973250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLWSdZ-LgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uDbDsV3GVqU/s320/IMG_3729.jpg" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLVfbSBmdI/AAAAAAAAABI/hcnRcKz0pUc/s1600-h/IMG_3716.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592041282443730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLVfbSBmdI/AAAAAAAAABI/hcnRcKz0pUc/s320/IMG_3716.jpg" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLUylk6jqI/AAAAAAAAABA/gjAg8M8_ujI/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373591270951915170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLUylk6jqI/AAAAAAAAABA/gjAg8M8_ujI/s400/IMG_3741.JPG" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My second child gets to reap the benefits (or drawbacks) of a more experienced mom when it comes to birthday parties.  I am now into simplicity.  With my oldest, birthday parties have either been all about the adults or way too crazy with way too much going on for adults, kids and multiple siblings.  So,  I sent out an evite (love it) and invited only five&amp;nbsp;friends of Joshie's choice and let the parents know they could drop off their kids.  We had five friends, two cousins, and five adults besides us.  It was so much fun (for me!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLbxwuyn4I/AAAAAAAAABg/L7IdEpelvRc/s1600-h/IMG_3738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLbxwuyn4I/AAAAAAAAABg/L7IdEpelvRc/s400/IMG_3738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We set up a huge blow up pool, holding over 200 gallon (sorry water conservationists!) and put our slip and slide under our swing set slide.  We just let the kids go at it.  There were chips, grapes, cupcakes, drinks, and the occasional squirt gun or water ballon fight.  Summer birthdays are the best.  We, adults, enjoyed hanging out with some friends and loved watching Joshie enjoy his day and his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We finished up the day with a trip to Mario's mexican food with Steve, Rebecca, Ryan and Megan.  You just can 't go wrong with that!  (Unless you order the tostada...)  Good times were had by all and I did NO cooking that day since we had donuts for breakfast and Doritos for lunch.  Happy Birthday, Joshie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-1038546556495281178?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1038546556495281178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=1038546556495281178' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1038546556495281178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1038546556495281178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/joshies-3rd-birthday-backyard-bash.html' title='Joshie&apos;s 3rd Birthday Backyard Bash'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpLWl_nRT_I/AAAAAAAAABY/HoTuzjLQ-Mc/s72-c/IMG_3740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-5429212587379551266</id><published>2009-07-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:53:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas, Baby, Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We decided we needed to get away at least a little bit this summer, but with a new baby and a scaled down budget, our options were somewhat limited. &amp;nbsp;I thought back to how much I enjoyed staying at hotels and swimming in a hotel pool as a kid. &amp;nbsp;We did that a lot with my dad and it always was fun even if we were just at a simple hotel close to home. &amp;nbsp;Our kids were taking swim lessons this summer and we wanted as much pool time as possible in order to give them lots of practice. &amp;nbsp;Scott needed something to look forward to and a much well deserved break from work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, despite the heat in triple digits, the low cost of $50 a night at the Luxor lured us to the city that never sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We drove up on Sunday night and stayed at Uncle Brian's. &amp;nbsp;It was a sweet place! &amp;nbsp;in fact, Brian's place was so cool, we wondered why we had spent money on a hotel! &amp;nbsp;Joshie was so excited that there was a "potty for me to make pee pee and poo poo!" and when he saw the second toilet he just couldn't get over it. &amp;nbsp;(He had just finished potty training.) &amp;nbsp;We spent one night there and in the morning we woke up and were watching some Blue Planet in HD while I fed the baby. &amp;nbsp;We were all sitting together and Ben exclaimed, "We are all together as a family! &amp;nbsp;I LOVE Las Vegas!!!" &amp;nbsp;I love 5 year old kids--they are so easy to impress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We had breakfast at a nearby IHOP and went back to Brian's to enjoy his awesome yet deserted pool. &amp;nbsp;It was sooo hot, but in the pool we were so happy! &amp;nbsp;I think the temperature peaked at a toasty 117 degrees while we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1PT-A-6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_zNwkyBZmL4/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1PT-A-6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_zNwkyBZmL4/s200/IMG_3640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We packed up and met Kristin at the Mandalay Bay and she got us a great deal for tickets to their Shark Reef Aquarium. &amp;nbsp;Joshie kept crying and did not want to go inside. &amp;nbsp;We finally figured out why. &amp;nbsp;He really thought that we were going into the water with the sharks. &amp;nbsp;Now that would have been quite the up close and personal experience! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1YsNzKFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vlMiLgO271E/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1YsNzKFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vlMiLgO271E/s200/IMG_3636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The boys were most impressed with the pirahnas, the green&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sea turtles, and the sharks. &amp;nbsp;They spent the next few days pouring over their guidebooks every time we were in the car. &amp;nbsp;It was great to see Kristin. &amp;nbsp;The boys adore Aunt Kristin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1V8LJb-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/wFMKuhhz-qY/s1600-h/IMG_3635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1V8LJb-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/wFMKuhhz-qY/s200/IMG_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For dinner we met poor Adam who was studying for finals at out favorite sandwich place in Vegas--Capriotti's. &amp;nbsp;I finally tried to turkey dinner sandwich and it did not disappoint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR13HNgoUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XjU1dmf4c6A/s1600-h/IMG_3647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR13HNgoUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XjU1dmf4c6A/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday, we hit the Luxor pools. &amp;nbsp;All the pools were shallow and perfect for Ben. &amp;nbsp;He gained a lot of confidence in swimming this week. &amp;nbsp;His favorite move was throwing his googles and diving after them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1pEJbuhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VuBXSByHgpU/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1pEJbuhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VuBXSByHgpU/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1eyM4k-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yrHw2_K-Dug/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1eyM4k-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yrHw2_K-Dug/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tuesday we decided to take advantage of the meal plan at the Luxor--All you can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner for the whole family for about $50 after the hotel credit we got when we booked our trip. &amp;nbsp;Not bad. The food was pretty good and we ate way too much this day. &amp;nbsp;A buffet with kids is just so convenient...everyone is happy. &amp;nbsp;I should have taken a picture of Ben's plate each time. &amp;nbsp;The only colors on his plate were brown or white...mashed potatoes, french fries, fried shrimp, etc. &amp;nbsp;Joshie got some more colors with lots of fruit and even broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We went swimming again and went straight from the pool to meet Scott's dad and new wife, Carol, for lunch. &amp;nbsp;I thought that Clark had picked up dessert for the whole table, but in fact, it was just for him. &amp;nbsp;Good work, Clark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After lunch, we all took naps in preparation for a late night at the downtown Freemont experience. &amp;nbsp;We checked out the show times on what turned out to be a mistaken website and ended up two hours too early for the show. &amp;nbsp;In the meantime, we went to the MGM Grand only to find out that the lions went home at 7 pm and it was almost 8 pm by then. &amp;nbsp;We took the kids as promised to the M&amp;amp;M store. &amp;nbsp;It was M&amp;amp;M overload, but they had fun picking out their very own bag of M&amp;amp;M colors of their choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We hadn't eaten dinner yet and had to get back to the hotel by 10 to eat. &amp;nbsp;In hindsight, the meal plan was great but it did tie us to the Luxor so we should have made sure we had accurate information on things we wanted to see outside the hotel. &amp;nbsp;We'll have to take the boys to the Freemont Street experience another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The next morning we woke up and went to the pool again. &amp;nbsp;There just wasn't enough pool time! &amp;nbsp;We had hopes of sticking around Vegas to check a few more things out, but the boys were tuckered out and tired of walking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All in all, it was a fun getaway...very budget friendly, had some pool time, saw family, and got to spend time undistracted with our little family. &amp;nbsp;In Ben's words, "I LOVE Las Vegas!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1jsn72rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3OZUCu_cVK4/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1jsn72rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3OZUCu_cVK4/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our good little traveler.&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/6868345515029290235-5429212587379551266?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/5429212587379551266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=5429212587379551266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5429212587379551266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/5429212587379551266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegas-baby-vegas.html' title='Vegas, Baby, Vegas!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpR1PT-A-6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_zNwkyBZmL4/s72-c/IMG_3640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-8567592180474135654</id><published>2009-07-22T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:07:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSJsYVdNnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sjraB0IQouU/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSJsYVdNnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sjraB0IQouU/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Did I mention how much we just love our little baby? &amp;nbsp;He is so easygoing. &amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how many times I might have forgotten (just a bit ) about him and he's fallen asleep for his morning nap on his play mat. &amp;nbsp;I''l just pick him up put him in his crib and he continues to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSJuvp5OmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QB9iLeJGajI/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSJuvp5OmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QB9iLeJGajI/s400/IMG_3534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSKVMVknvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8_oVL0l4M54/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSKVMVknvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8_oVL0l4M54/s400/IMG_3487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We just love his quick smiles and can't get enough of kissing his cubby cheeks! &amp;nbsp;Love you, baby!&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/6868345515029290235-8567592180474135654?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8567592180474135654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=8567592180474135654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8567592180474135654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8567592180474135654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetest-baby.html' title='Sweetest Baby!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSJsYVdNnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sjraB0IQouU/s72-c/IMG_3572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-8136352650623121089</id><published>2009-07-07T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:46:36.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elijah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Oh, Yes...I DID!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SlQiiLmiVCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JKX_8rADPV0/s1600-h/IMG_3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SlQiiLmiVCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JKX_8rADPV0/s320/IMG_3448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355943827475682338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SlQiSKr6e-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fw5llPiYFeg/s1600-h/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SlQiSKr6e-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fw5llPiYFeg/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355943552351894498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe it was because I lost my mind after spending a day in the bathroom potty-training. Maybe because I was alone with the kiddos from 7 am to 9 pm. Maybe it was hormones or nursing brain...but, look what I did to my BABY! In hindsight, I really meant to put a guard on the clippers, but I remembered one swipe too late. So, my baby went from thinning patchy hair to completely BALD! Whoops! At least, he's only 3 months and could care less. He still looks happy... When I showed Ben, he was in bed and laughed so hard he fell back and hit his head on the bed. Then, always so protective of his baby bro, asked acusingly, "Mom, did you hurt him!?" to which I replyed, "No, not at all. Actually, he seemed quite content while I was making him Bald Baby." What a trusting good baby. If you haven't noticed, this is my first blog. Up to this point, Scott has done all the blogging. I am feeling very guilty about documenting our life. I am feeling like my sweet boys are growing up before my eyes and I have such a bad memory, I won't be able to recall all the funny, wonderful things they do. So, I publicly vow to become a blogger. I hope I can figure out how this all works and include some pictures. So, stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-8136352650623121089?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8136352650623121089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=8136352650623121089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8136352650623121089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8136352650623121089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yesi-did.html' title='Oh, Yes...I DID!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SlQiiLmiVCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JKX_8rADPV0/s72-c/IMG_3448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-6776418077557796920</id><published>2009-07-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:49:31.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We are making traditions! &amp;nbsp;For the second year in a row, I ran the Huntington Beach 5k with my ruddy (running buddy), Tori. &amp;nbsp;A lot has changed from last year--I had a three month old baby and Tori &amp;nbsp;was over 3 months pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Babies tend to get in the way of this running business, but we still managed to do it anyway! &amp;nbsp;Our time was not great...a little over 30 minutes, but we were out for fun, not glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After the 5K, I ran the kid's race with Ben again. &amp;nbsp;He was so funny. &amp;nbsp;He alternated in running his guts out to barely shuffling. &amp;nbsp;I am just so happy he did not trip like last year. &amp;nbsp;This time he had his eye on the prize and was determined to get a medal before they ran out like last year. &amp;nbsp;I am happy to report that he did! &amp;nbsp;Along the way, we were surprised to run into Brian and Lindsay, but were happy to have them get this action shot of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSGEGqaHtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mnlwVowPPKc/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSGEGqaHtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mnlwVowPPKc/s400/IMG_1704.JPG.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After the races, we assumed the position under Tosh's monstrous EZ up and chilled under the shade with good friends and good snack while the Huntington Beach Main Street parade went by. &amp;nbsp;My favorite part is when the Pearl Harbor veterans pass by. &amp;nbsp;They get older and fewer in number every year, but they are not forgotten. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful to live in this country and for the men and women who have sacrificed so much for our freedom. &amp;nbsp;It is a very emotional experience to stand up and cheer for out country's heros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then, on to the pool party and BBQ hosted by Tosh and Tori. &amp;nbsp;This is always a pleasure and good time for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSF9BEWhCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XPFnCt4xuMo/s1600-h/IMG_3438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSF9BEWhCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XPFnCt4xuMo/s400/IMG_3438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSGDWh1a8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/K33pPYowU9U/s1600-h/IMG_3440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSGDWh1a8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/K33pPYowU9U/s400/IMG_3440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We still haven't solved the dilemma of fireworks in this town. &amp;nbsp;Main street would be the best show, however, it's just way too crazy to navigate with tired kids. &amp;nbsp;This year we stumbled upon our best option so far. &amp;nbsp;We heard that a couple of families were getting together at a church parking lot on a hill that had a view of several different shows. &amp;nbsp;We checked it and and were surprised to see how many families were there and enjoyed all the fireworks that were done right there in the parking lot. &amp;nbsp;Joshie didn't even make it out of the car...sleeping the whole time in his car seat. &amp;nbsp;Ben got out, but after 5 minutes pulled a blanket over his face and fell asleep in a lawn chair. &amp;nbsp;I got to wander around with the baby chatting with friends. Scott had fun lighting a few fireworks and chatting with friends as well. &amp;nbsp;I think we are creating some lasting traditions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-6776418077557796920?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6776418077557796920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=6776418077557796920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6776418077557796920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6776418077557796920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpSGEGqaHtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mnlwVowPPKc/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-1482648074656837734</id><published>2009-06-20T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:12:53.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Once in a While...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Every once in a while, &amp;nbsp;I am a cool mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQx7mqcUyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-XX3uIEgNfc/s1600-h/IMG_3323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQx7mqcUyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-XX3uIEgNfc/s320/IMG_3323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every once in a while, I make breakfast for lunch. &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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I let kids jump off my ottoman onto my poof.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQyH4H9CXI/AAAAAAAAADI/9NqzeOXUFXU/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQyH4H9CXI/AAAAAAAAADI/9NqzeOXUFXU/s400/IMG_3335.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQyOU7xIjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8ZO4DJg1CkM/s1600-h/IMG_3333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQyOU7xIjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8ZO4DJg1CkM/s400/IMG_3333.JPG" /&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/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQzWRbvkMI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZoR4x2LjSY/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQzWRbvkMI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZoR4x2LjSY/s400/IMG_3331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQ1F4pjvLI/AAAAAAAAADg/r-VakI3grZA/s1600-h/IMG_3325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQ1F4pjvLI/AAAAAAAAADg/r-VakI3grZA/s320/IMG_3325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every once in a while, I will supervise cute a 3 year old holding my baby. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, we love having friends over and very often I find excuses to ignore my laundry in the background. &amp;nbsp;I hope my boys remember these "once in a whiles" because I couldn't handle it very often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-1482648074656837734?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1482648074656837734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=1482648074656837734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1482648074656837734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1482648074656837734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-once-in-while.html' title='Every Once in a While...'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpQx7mqcUyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-XX3uIEgNfc/s72-c/IMG_3323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-7231322377061023888</id><published>2009-06-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:58:05.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Ben's Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRaGG4PQcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EEmymNUNxgw/s1600-h/IMG_3281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRaGG4PQcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EEmymNUNxgw/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today was Ben's preschool graduation. &amp;nbsp;After one year of Tuesday/Thursday and one year of Monday/Wednesday/Friday preschool, Ben is ready for Kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;His school celebrated with a ceremony where they passed out "diplomas" and the kids recited a poem about what they learned, the Pledge of Allegiance and sang songs about the days of the weeks, traffic lights and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRZ8AHKDlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aGAi6ttmiEA/s1600-h/IMG_3290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRZ8AHKDlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aGAi6ttmiEA/s320/IMG_3290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ben has enjoyed his time at Preschool, making friends, learning his letters, how to share and to express feeling better. &amp;nbsp;He has grown up so much during these two years. &amp;nbsp;I know he will do great in Kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Preschool Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What was your favorite thing to do at school?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Play outside, ride bikes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What did you learn in preschool? &amp;nbsp;"The Pledge of Allegiance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who was your favorite teacher and why? &amp;nbsp;"Miss Buzzi because she be's nice to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Which friends did you like best? "Fisher, Lilly, Zoe, and Aden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who is your best friend and why? &amp;nbsp;"Fisher because he's nice to me and he's my friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What did you like to eat for lunch? &amp;nbsp;"Peanut butter sandwich, juice box, Gogurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What did you not like about school and why? &amp;nbsp;"Circle time. &amp;nbsp;It's not even fun. &amp;nbsp;The teachers just talk and talk and talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRaC7C0fwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ie_xkgGNX_E/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRaC7C0fwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ie_xkgGNX_E/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Miss Ashley and Miss Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRbec6GFPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OUUgWYfn9yo/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRbec6GFPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OUUgWYfn9yo/s320/IMG_3292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Congrats, buddy! &amp;nbsp;We are so proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-7231322377061023888?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7231322377061023888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=7231322377061023888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7231322377061023888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7231322377061023888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-preschool-graduation.html' title='Ben&apos;s Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391996016410206998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8moLYdL8HLg/SpRR0A-ZK9I/AAAAAAAAADs/EYw8DQGsnts/S220/IMG_3467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262314415123622226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 28: &lt;/span&gt;It's a boy!  We had our Ultrasound this morning, and sure enough, Ben and Joshie are going to be big brothers.  I guess we are just meant to raise Priesthood holders!  Heavenly Father knows what he is doing, so it must be a good fit (or he is giving us another chance to get it right!).   Oh well, so far so good, so we are definitely thrilled to add to our pile of craziness.  It is actually pretty cool, now I will have my golfing foursome when they all grow up.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off the morning by taking the family to IHOP.  We wanted to make sure it was a special morning for the family, so we all went and pigged out.  And we did.  All of the boys had pancakes with whipped cream on them.  How can you go wrong with pancakes that have whipped cream on them?  Julie showed restraint and actually got an omelet.  (Traitor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we piled in the car and rolled over to the ultrasound lab.  The technician took us right in and the show started.  We are happy to report that the baby looks excellent and is very healthy.  Everything that is supposed to be there is and it all measures out well.  We are thrilled and hope you all enjoy the movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a4a830a34c56598" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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3'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd_FGHcaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ru3xQkRvZHU/s72-c/Baby+Boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-6050407911721862218</id><published>2008-10-25T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:55:17.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scooby Doo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8KdHHXFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uqqJ3ddcKgQ/s1600-h/Scoobies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8KdHHXFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uqqJ3ddcKgQ/s320/Scoobies.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311208660720722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8KCGaCeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lo3k6eadcTg/s1600-h/TrunkTreat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8KCGaCeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lo3k6eadcTg/s320/TrunkTreat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311201409993186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8JiNJcpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0BBgOTjf7sE/s1600-h/Loot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8JiNJcpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0BBgOTjf7sE/s320/Loot.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311192848331410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 25:&lt;/span&gt;  We had our annual Trick of Treat and it was loads of fun.  Halloween is so much fun now that we have little kids that are going bonkers over the whole thing.  As usual, Trunk or Treat was held in our church Parking Lot, and featured the trick or treating, carnival-type games, and a dinner fundraiser by the scouts.  And you know what, I really appreciated that fundraiser.  It allowed us to get some real food in our systems, before sugar overload attacked us all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The activity actually started early for Julie and I.  After convincing our kids that it would be beneficial for them to take naps, Julie and I had to complete preparations.  Julie had to attach Ben's blue collar for his Fred shirt and then sew on her stripes for her Daphne dress (She did a FANTASTIC job!).  In the mean time, I was busy decorating the Touareg so our Mystery Machine would be complete (It took a long time to cut out all those letters and make it look legit).   It all worked well though, since we put on our costumes and looked great.  Ben was a classic Freddie - sharp and smooth.  Daphne was as hot as ever.  Who new I made a natural Shaggy (except for my "husky" frame)?  And well Joshie, just an adorable Scoob.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the event and enjoyed our nice dinner before the festivities really got under way.  Then we put the finishing touched on the Mystery Machine so we could welcome the Trunk or Treaters.  I manned the trunk and started passing out the "Scooby Snacks" to all the trick or treaters, while Dapne took Scoob and Fred trick or treating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it ended up that Scooby and Fred do not have much endurance.  They made one loop around the trunks then wanted to come back and eat their candy.   So, they little guys hung out with me.  Little Freddie really liked helping me pass out the candy and Scooby-doo just sat and ate.  It was a blast.  And it turns out, they did pretty well on their loot.  Our house is now infested with candy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we go, two and a half months of bad foods wherever we go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-6050407911721862218?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/6050407911721862218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=6050407911721862218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6050407911721862218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/6050407911721862218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/10/scooby-doo-where-are-you.html' title='Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd8KdHHXFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uqqJ3ddcKgQ/s72-c/Scoobies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-7790049071790068467</id><published>2008-10-25T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:32:18.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>All Political</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd2tgUqFcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MFYstWbLW8k/s1600-h/prop8+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd2tgUqFcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MFYstWbLW8k/s320/prop8+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305213748483522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd2tGqlv4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VnWBywdHayU/s1600-h/prop8+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd2tGqlv4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VnWBywdHayU/s320/prop8+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305206861152130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 25:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, we are being all political. In support of Yes on Proposition 8, Julie and I took to the streets of Huntington Beach on Saturday about noon.  On Saturday from noon to 1 p.m., Prop 8 supporters throughout Orange County lined up at the stop lights on PCH from Long Beach to San Clemente.  From rough estimates I have heard, we had nearly 2000 supports along this stretch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We joined the fun by getting our "Yes on Prop 8" yard sign and heading down to PCH with many of our friends and neighbors to wave them and attract attention to this important issue.  Julie and I joined about 40-50 other people on the intersection of Beach and PCH.  We stationed ourselves in small groups at each corner and the fun ensued.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually quite an enjoyable experience.  We were there with our friends waving our signs and just generally watching the reaction of motorists.  We were happy to note that a majority of motorists seemed to be honking in friendly "Beep Beeps" rather than the angry "BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!!!!"  It was reaffirming that other voters view this issue the same way we do.  Some cars actually drove down specifically to help.  One car unloaded a bunch of Tootsie Rolls for us to munch on and one car dropped of a box of "Yes on 8" t-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that the people of California and get out to support this measure in a couple of weeks.  Marriage was established in society and in religions long before the governments of today were established and I am not happy that courts and governments are trying to change a definition that has stood for thousands of years.  I believe it is an issue of religious freedom and so important for the future of my kids.  I think it is pretty bogus to see all these advertisements accuse me of being a bigot or racist.  Bad times!  A guess a line in the sand has been drawn and we will see how it plays out.  Yes on 8!&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/6868345515029290235-7790049071790068467?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/7790049071790068467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=7790049071790068467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7790049071790068467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/7790049071790068467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-political.html' title='All Political'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQd2tgUqFcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MFYstWbLW8k/s72-c/prop8+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-803559694826297973</id><published>2008-10-24T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:06:03.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdstbIUc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AvpoeYv3res/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdstbIUc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AvpoeYv3res/s320/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262294217238278978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdsszWcB1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4BOKeUwLKKA/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdsszWcB1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4BOKeUwLKKA/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262294206560077650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdssWb5k5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hOAQLqj4B9k/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdssWb5k5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hOAQLqj4B9k/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262294198798357394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct. 24:&lt;/span&gt; Joshie's Mommy and Me pre-school class when to Tanaka Farms, a local farm with all sorts of plants and animals ideal for little kids.  I don't know many details, so I will bug Julie to add some details.  The pictures were cute, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-803559694826297973?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/803559694826297973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=803559694826297973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/803559694826297973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/803559694826297973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/10/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQdstbIUc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AvpoeYv3res/s72-c/IMG_1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-8569293656749480931</id><published>2008-10-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:07:41.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benihana'/><title type='text'>Dinner Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMjNOQ2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xjyh55im0xY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMjNOQ2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xjyh55im0xY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260945651214992226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMV32SpI/AAAAAAAAADw/cXYr4alEu08/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMV32SpI/AAAAAAAAADw/cXYr4alEu08/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260945647635679890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMd4R7zI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Pez-vVH6E4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMd4R7zI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Pez-vVH6E4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260945649784975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 3:&lt;/span&gt; From 2002 to 2004, I was a full time MBA student at UC Irvine.  While there, I was lucky enough to be stuck with the best study group ever.  Group 3F was made up of Chris Yount, Ken Lu, Anil Suren, Joe (Behdad) Rad, and me.  Two white guys, an Asian, a Persian, and a Turk.  It may sound like a joke, but it was the best group of guys ever.  Plus, they all have great spouses and it is a great company.  We continue to be very good friends and continue to try to get together frequently.  However, since Chris moved to Reno and Anil back to Turkey, our number were a bit small so we recruited our good friend Jenn Wolfe to be an honorary 3F-er.   We now try to get together every month of two to each some chow and catch up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this particular month, we finally got to a restaurant we have been talking about over a year - Benihana.   I had never been, but heard about it for years.  I was excited to see what is was all like, eat some great grub, and be with my pals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening did not disappoint.  Unfortunately, Jenn could not joins us, so it was Joe, Hoonoosh, Ken, Katherine, Julie and myself.  It was very strange, though, that the girls all wanted to sit with each other.  While the guys were offended, we did enjoy being together.  :)  The table seated eight, so a quiet Persian couple joined us.  Ken and I found it very funny that after dinner and our quiet couple left quickly while only saying goodbye to Joe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this fine Japanese restaurant, our chef Juan took good care of us.  Juan started us off with some shrimp appetizers then made this huge pile of fried rice.  Then followed the veggies and that impressive onion volcano.  Throughout the meal, Juan was tossing food around, cracking jokes, and showing some skills with large knives.  The meats were the last items on the grill.  Between all of us there was shrimp, lobster, scallops, chicken, and about 3 different cuts of steak.  It was beautiful to see all that meat cooking.  I guess it appealed to meat and fire instincts.  The food was excellent and company even better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, Benihana lived up to my expectations.  I was stuffed as I left and had a great time.  A great meal with friends - not many better things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-8569293656749480931?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/8569293656749480931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=8569293656749480931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8569293656749480931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/8569293656749480931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-show.html' title='Dinner Show'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SQKiMjNOQ2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xjyh55im0xY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-1188881759042388134</id><published>2008-10-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:08:03.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>I Hate Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SPAUaUyTOFI/AAAAAAAAACg/CGNoeAzok6I/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SPAUaUyTOFI/AAAAAAAAACg/CGNoeAzok6I/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255723207630207058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SPAUapHwnMI/AAAAAAAAACo/FbiHm0NSd7c/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SPAUapHwnMI/AAAAAAAAACo/FbiHm0NSd7c/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255723213088922818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 1:&lt;/span&gt; It as supposed to be a happy and exciting night.  The best record in baseball, home field advantage, and a beautiful warm night.  We were facing the Red Sox with the chance to excise 20 years of post-season demons versus these guys.  It was looking good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on the way to the Angel Stadium, we got caught in a massive traffic jam.  Very southern California.  The off-ramp off the 5 was gridlocked.  We waited on the off-ramp for an hour.  By the time, we got on the street the game was starting.  We didn't get to our seats until the second inning.  I was ticked off.  I hate being viewed as one of those fans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing was that we missed none of the action.  Big john Lackey was dealing them scoreless and soon we had an the lead 1-0.  As expected, that was not the end.  Jason Bay figured out his early struggles and deposited one beyond the outfield walls.  Down 2-1 and the game continued on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entering the eighth inning, I knew we would not lose 2-1.  The game was in still undecided and the bad guys finally took Lester out.  Here was our chance.  Vladdy got on and then Tori hit a blooper.  First and second with only 1 out, the Monkey going crazy.  WHAT?!?!? Where is Vladdy going???? NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!  Tagged out a third?  What happened.  Two out and we were crushed.  The moment slipped away by that critical gaffe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe our bullpen can hold them and we can make a run at Papelbon in the 9th?  Denied, we give up two more runs and all we can manage in the 9th is a single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to top it all off, 2 more traffic jams on the way home.  One due to a terrible line leaving the parking structure and one due to our good friend Cal Trans closing the 405 for construction.  Sour loss and we get to bed very late on a school night.  Sometimes I wonder if being a fan is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Of course it is!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868345515029290235-1188881759042388134?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1188881759042388134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=1188881759042388134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1188881759042388134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1188881759042388134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-boston.html' title='I Hate Boston'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SPAUaUyTOFI/AAAAAAAAACg/CGNoeAzok6I/s72-c/IMG_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868345515029290235.post-1066866690696784273</id><published>2008-09-22T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:08:23.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>So that happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsEdV7kfEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dJWYebnSA08/s1600-h/Julie+Ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsEdV7kfEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dJWYebnSA08/s320/Julie+Ultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249794692780162114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsEd2G5tYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BBJgfD0akjw/s1600-h/JulieUltrasound+Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsEd2G5tYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BBJgfD0akjw/s320/JulieUltrasound+Closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249794701417624962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our official entry as a family into the online world, we wanted to start things off with a splash.  We are growing.  As of March 27, 2009, our family is going to grow to five.  We decided that our home was just not loud enough. &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/6868345515029290235-1066866690696784273?l=emerrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/feeds/1066866690696784273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868345515029290235&amp;postID=1066866690696784273' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1066866690696784273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868345515029290235/posts/default/1066866690696784273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emerrills.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-that-happened.html' title='So that happened...'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303487546312739458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsOfFoTdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/rklFN6s6efY/S220/FamilyBeach.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a98FsgSyqtw/SNsEdV7kfEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dJWYebnSA08/s72-c/Julie+Ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry></feed>
