<?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-3493252274303081190</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:58:31.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2481856628224832102</id><published>2012-02-08T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:40:46.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am very aware how behind I am at blogging. &amp;nbsp;I guess I just haven't been feelin' it. &amp;nbsp;We also, really don't have much going on. &amp;nbsp;I fully plan on blogging Christmas and Thanksgiving one of these days though. &amp;nbsp;So, don't give up on me. &amp;nbsp;Here's a few pictures to "wet your palate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFPmSw8-FEo/TzKv4eBoJcI/AAAAAAAADQQ/g-3jaMhwQTA/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFPmSw8-FEo/TzKv4eBoJcI/AAAAAAAADQQ/g-3jaMhwQTA/s320/6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago, we had a lot of snow. &amp;nbsp;Then, after the snow, we got ice. &amp;nbsp;Lots of ice. &amp;nbsp;The kids were out of school for the whole week. &amp;nbsp;They loved playing in the snow for the first few days. &amp;nbsp;Then, they realized they would much rather just pester me inside. &amp;nbsp;We spent the whole week cooped up, not going anywhere really. &amp;nbsp;Which lead to the next week, every single one of us getting Strep Throat. &amp;nbsp;That was fun. &amp;nbsp;So, the kids missed another week of school. &amp;nbsp;Phew!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1NQmTvlINQ/TzKv65AUKkI/AAAAAAAADQY/bN54VBARkwo/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1NQmTvlINQ/TzKv65AUKkI/AAAAAAAADQY/bN54VBARkwo/s320/8.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whitney acted shocked that I didn't want to go out and play with them. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I grew up with cold, snowy, winters. &amp;nbsp;I didn't like them then, and it's no different for me now. &amp;nbsp;Give me palm trees, and sunshine all winter long, and I'd be happy.&lt;br /&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/-dsSeEjLZ-sQ/TzKv-sQrexI/AAAAAAAADQg/0jfqdZ52kbs/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsSeEjLZ-sQ/TzKv-sQrexI/AAAAAAAADQg/0jfqdZ52kbs/s320/19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their first attempt at a snowman. &amp;nbsp;I think they made several more after this one. &amp;nbsp;Pretty good though!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcXnFNEjgCQ/TzKwC74-ckI/AAAAAAAADQo/D2ppy4DdZnI/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcXnFNEjgCQ/TzKwC74-ckI/AAAAAAAADQo/D2ppy4DdZnI/s320/24.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the Father Daughter Valentine Dance at the High School. &amp;nbsp;Taylee has been counting down the days until this event. &amp;nbsp;She was so excited to go with her daddy. &amp;nbsp;She looked so pretty, and they had a wonderful time dancin' the night away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPe-dqA2QqM/TzKwGfTO9cI/AAAAAAAADQw/UhqwuvqsnUk/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPe-dqA2QqM/TzKwGfTO9cI/AAAAAAAADQw/UhqwuvqsnUk/s320/25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day, I remind myself how blessed I am to have such a great guy in my life. &amp;nbsp;We have been going through some pretty tough times lately, but, he never wavers in his positive attitude, and love for life. &amp;nbsp;He is an amazing father, and husband. &amp;nbsp;(He's also turning 35 on Friday! &amp;nbsp;Yikes!) &amp;nbsp;So, Happy Birthday Babe. &amp;nbsp;I love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hs_BLe5CqM/TzKwJKKNISI/AAAAAAAADQ4/fnhW1yC1tvA/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hs_BLe5CqM/TzKwJKKNISI/AAAAAAAADQ4/fnhW1yC1tvA/s320/30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2481856628224832102?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2481856628224832102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2481856628224832102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2481856628224832102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2481856628224832102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-little.html' title='Just a Little'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFPmSw8-FEo/TzKv4eBoJcI/AAAAAAAADQQ/g-3jaMhwQTA/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2857409150849814157</id><published>2011-11-28T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:06:00.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rohnie update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our big boy is soooo much like his dad. &amp;nbsp;He started Kindergarten this year, and while I was worried about Tay, I wasn't at all concerned about him. &amp;nbsp;He has been ready for quite some time. &amp;nbsp;He loves school, and is doing pretty well. &amp;nbsp;That endless energy can get him in trouble at times, but, we expected that. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been too impressed with his teacher though. &amp;nbsp;She is very unorganized, and they have a lot more play time than learning time. &amp;nbsp;I was really really mad for awhile about it, but, I am powerless to change it, so, we've just decided to try and make this year as positive as possible. &amp;nbsp;He is quite popular, and well-liked by all the boys and girls in his class. &amp;nbsp;He is also almost a head taller than everyone else. &amp;nbsp;He comes home with a new hole in his jeans every. single. day. &amp;nbsp;And, he grows out of his jeans just as fast as he ruins them. &amp;nbsp;Thrift store jeans are now my best friend for him. &amp;nbsp;At least for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvxMj9ejKyo/TtPIiVIVjeI/AAAAAAAADO8/KJdh8raKTPM/s1600/165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvxMj9ejKyo/TtPIiVIVjeI/AAAAAAAADO8/KJdh8raKTPM/s320/165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW4l0R1pH5M/TtPIorb9tpI/AAAAAAAADPE/PdCVxnzXZsY/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW4l0R1pH5M/TtPIorb9tpI/AAAAAAAADPE/PdCVxnzXZsY/s320/172.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crazy hair day at school. &amp;nbsp;He actually won the contest in his class for this hair do. &amp;nbsp;It was just a classroom vote, and, he didn't win a prize, but, he was really happy about it!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jb-Su12hZSg/TtPJDl-PZCI/AAAAAAAADPc/9f2n3XQ2be8/s1600/277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jb-Su12hZSg/TtPJDl-PZCI/AAAAAAAADPc/9f2n3XQ2be8/s320/277.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He turned 6 the beginning of November. &amp;nbsp;We did a family party, and a real friend party this year. &amp;nbsp;This was his first friend party, and he loved it. &amp;nbsp;I have been pretty nervous about throwing him a party, since, little boys can get pretty crazy. &amp;nbsp;We ended up with 6 boys, and it was mayhem. &amp;nbsp;I quickly learned that while I know little girls' parties, I was totally out of my element with all these boys. &amp;nbsp;Jake took over from there, and I was so happy I did it on a day when he was home. &amp;nbsp;They loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q3Hm_x6w8o/TtPJNnFKWZI/AAAAAAAADPk/lOEiy7cEOFw/s1600/285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q3Hm_x6w8o/TtPJNnFKWZI/AAAAAAAADPk/lOEiy7cEOFw/s320/285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played pin the sticker on the Super hero, and had a pinata. &amp;nbsp;Then, we just ate, and let the boys play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9XoTNVRnko/TtPKijEUuyI/AAAAAAAADP0/pRftR9dfYyo/s1600/rohnesbday%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9XoTNVRnko/TtPKijEUuyI/AAAAAAAADP0/pRftR9dfYyo/s320/rohnesbday%25231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's the whole group of crazies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6H7_dmTMjQ/TtPKlbInlSI/AAAAAAAADP8/MY1ITD64K14/s1600/rohnesbday%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6H7_dmTMjQ/TtPKlbInlSI/AAAAAAAADP8/MY1ITD64K14/s320/rohnesbday%25232.jpg" width="240" /&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/-q6qTwePjiHI/TtPKpCSwsDI/AAAAAAAADQI/ydRixJDTYlc/s1600/rohnesbday%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6qTwePjiHI/TtPKpCSwsDI/AAAAAAAADQI/ydRixJDTYlc/s320/rohnesbday%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rohne really wanted a sword cake. &amp;nbsp;I was at a total loss, but, my wonderful mother-in-law came through, and helped me put together the cake. &amp;nbsp;It turned out so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2857409150849814157?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2857409150849814157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2857409150849814157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2857409150849814157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2857409150849814157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/rohnie-update.html' title='Rohnie update'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvxMj9ejKyo/TtPIiVIVjeI/AAAAAAAADO8/KJdh8raKTPM/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4425007318952971106</id><published>2011-11-28T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:42:48.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay Rae, our girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm still playing major catch-up, I thought I'd just give a little update on each of the kids. &amp;nbsp;Taylee turned 7 in August, and started First Grade!!! &amp;nbsp;It was a rocky start, to say the least, but, after 3 months, she &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; be getting into the groove now. &amp;nbsp;We &amp;nbsp;moved houses, which caused us to switch schools as well. &amp;nbsp;This was a very hard transition for her. &amp;nbsp;She is extremely shy, and does not take to change very well. &amp;nbsp;Although, socially, she still struggles a little, we were very very blessed that she has such an awesome teacher, and she is doing awesome academically. &amp;nbsp;She follows all the rules, and just loves being in the classroom. &amp;nbsp;When I volunteer, I am always pleasantly surprised at her participation, and how happy she seems at school. &amp;nbsp;What more could you ask for?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U79SQAiL8hM/TtPEYE1GqEI/AAAAAAAADOA/uu6tZUFLiYo/s1600/tay%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U79SQAiL8hM/TtPEYE1GqEI/AAAAAAAADOA/uu6tZUFLiYo/s320/tay%25235.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First day of 1st Grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPy9n7beuPc/TtPEbQVU92I/AAAAAAAADOI/q4Djj4L9VmY/s1600/tay%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPy9n7beuPc/TtPEbQVU92I/AAAAAAAADOI/q4Djj4L9VmY/s320/tay%25236.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUM3uLPx7sg/TtPEd5W8NLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/IRV44kvBlSg/s1600/tay%25237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUM3uLPx7sg/TtPEd5W8NLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/IRV44kvBlSg/s320/tay%25237.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crazy hair day at school. &amp;nbsp;She really wanted pink hair, so we searched around, and after Grandma finally found some, she kind of chickened out. &amp;nbsp;She does not like to draw attention to herself. &amp;nbsp;So, she settled with just a little stripe. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was cute.&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/-FFXowMf4JhE/TtPEgJWWCnI/AAAAAAAADOU/eF4leOvquuo/s1600/taysbday%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFXowMf4JhE/TtPEgJWWCnI/AAAAAAAADOU/eF4leOvquuo/s320/taysbday%25231.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She turned 7 back in August. &amp;nbsp;We celebrated by having just a small friend party with her besties. &amp;nbsp;We went to Red Robin for some lunch, and then came home and played, and had cake and ice cream. &amp;nbsp;Her big present, was getting her ears pierced earlier in the day. &amp;nbsp;She did really well, only a few tears. &amp;nbsp;And, she has done great about cleaning them, and twisting them. &amp;nbsp;No infections!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXaNTyz_7Ps/TtPEi9cmSvI/AAAAAAAADOg/dDMSKxrEjuQ/s1600/taysbday%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXaNTyz_7Ps/TtPEi9cmSvI/AAAAAAAADOg/dDMSKxrEjuQ/s320/taysbday%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her 3 best friends. &amp;nbsp;All very very sweet girls. &amp;nbsp;I loved her birthday this year. &amp;nbsp;It was very low-key, and fun for all. &amp;nbsp;4 girls is a perfect number!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldyzNfg8uik/TtPElAH99PI/AAAAAAAADOo/n0L0WHf7wtA/s1600/taysbday%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldyzNfg8uik/TtPElAH99PI/AAAAAAAADOo/n0L0WHf7wtA/s320/taysbday%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, the boys were there as well. &amp;nbsp;Parker and Rohnie couldn't be left out of the action.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU5JaHKUSRs/TtPEnpLgEKI/AAAAAAAADOw/WEWrxSq4wts/s1600/taysbday%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU5JaHKUSRs/TtPEnpLgEKI/AAAAAAAADOw/WEWrxSq4wts/s320/taysbday%25234.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself worrying about Taylee more so than my boys. &amp;nbsp;Maybe because she is the most like me. &amp;nbsp;She loves her beauty sleep, worries a lot, gets anxious, and stressed out, wants everything to be perfect, etc. &amp;nbsp;But, she is my constant ray of sunshine, and is more and more becoming my little girlfriend, instead of just my little girl. &amp;nbsp;Just stop growing so fast! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4425007318952971106?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4425007318952971106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4425007318952971106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4425007318952971106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4425007318952971106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/tay-rae-our-girl.html' title='Tay Rae, our girl'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U79SQAiL8hM/TtPEYE1GqEI/AAAAAAAADOA/uu6tZUFLiYo/s72-c/tay%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8810405012978881325</id><published>2011-11-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:12:53.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents courageously made the 17 hour journey to our neck of the woods to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. &amp;nbsp;It was Heaven. &amp;nbsp;Pure Heaven. &amp;nbsp;(More on that later) &amp;nbsp;My mom has a really good camera, and is quickly becoming quite a talented photographer. &amp;nbsp;She snapped some pictures of us on the way back from Snoqualmie on Friday. &amp;nbsp;We loved how it turned out by the trains. Out of at least 50 pictures, we got a few that turned out. &amp;nbsp;It was a little trying. . . Here's a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xr0_R0D1vG8/TtLs1b9SIyI/AAAAAAAADNQ/1g0-AOMwEwo/s1600/family+pic+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xr0_R0D1vG8/TtLs1b9SIyI/AAAAAAAADNQ/1g0-AOMwEwo/s400/family+pic+%25232.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHZ-3N7PGLY/TtLs6A5Bg2I/AAAAAAAADNY/_b-C1QaAglI/s1600/family+pic+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHZ-3N7PGLY/TtLs6A5Bg2I/AAAAAAAADNY/_b-C1QaAglI/s400/family+pic+%25233.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vu53PW1EpQQ/TtLs85jrw-I/AAAAAAAADNg/sqdEa_CxKWk/s1600/jakeandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vu53PW1EpQQ/TtLs85jrw-I/AAAAAAAADNg/sqdEa_CxKWk/s400/jakeandme.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQMrLhv3DX4/TtLtC3Le8qI/AAAAAAAADNo/4Uu0LLzr3g0/s1600/Rohnie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQMrLhv3DX4/TtLtC3Le8qI/AAAAAAAADNo/4Uu0LLzr3g0/s400/Rohnie.jpg" width="271" /&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/-xEpY3rn4oUk/TtLtH-XusvI/AAAAAAAADNw/Fksgx_f-xZM/s1600/tay+and+Bo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpY3rn4oUk/TtLtH-XusvI/AAAAAAAADNw/Fksgx_f-xZM/s400/tay+and+Bo.jpg" width="376" /&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/-Xqm2Ab3y9gg/TtLtLc1l8zI/AAAAAAAADN4/fd5UrGcbGYw/s1600/Trist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xqm2Ab3y9gg/TtLtLc1l8zI/AAAAAAAADN4/fd5UrGcbGYw/s400/Trist.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-8810405012978881325?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8810405012978881325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8810405012978881325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8810405012978881325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8810405012978881325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/photo-session.html' title='Photo Session'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xr0_R0D1vG8/TtLs1b9SIyI/AAAAAAAADNQ/1g0-AOMwEwo/s72-c/family+pic+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8608140311807441323</id><published>2011-11-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:44:06.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a good Halloween this year.&amp;nbsp; Usually we have many things leading up to the real Halloween day, but, this year, we didn't have anything.&amp;nbsp; Our ward opted out of having a Trunk-or-Treat (boo) this year, so, we just had the kid's school parties, and then Trick-or-Treating that night.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was a good idea to help this year with both of the kids school parties.&amp;nbsp; I was up making lots of cupcakes the night before.&amp;nbsp; And, it lead to a very busy day too.&amp;nbsp; I think the kids were excited to have me there though, and it's nice to finally be able to put faces with some of the names I hear so often.&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/-BxsU93TFf_A/TrDDfR-4KzI/AAAAAAAADL0/zH2Q-I12HeM/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxsU93TFf_A/TrDDfR-4KzI/AAAAAAAADL0/zH2Q-I12HeM/s320/004.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are Rohnie's 2 best buds at school.&amp;nbsp;They both have much older siblings, while they are the youngest in their families.&amp;nbsp; Long story short, Rohne likes them a lot, but, they've taught him some not so great things, which we have had to correct at home.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the joys of public school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2msgIZFYuG8/TrDDi5f0IdI/AAAAAAAADL8/AEBryOIZNxY/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2msgIZFYuG8/TrDDi5f0IdI/AAAAAAAADL8/AEBryOIZNxY/s320/006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a picture of the whole Kindergarten class.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I didn't really need a picture of everyone else, but, I figured Rohne might enjoy it later. . .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaU2fkxNt2Q/TrDDmARjoMI/AAAAAAAADME/I6fO8Hzqk0E/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaU2fkxNt2Q/TrDDmARjoMI/AAAAAAAADME/I6fO8Hzqk0E/s320/013.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In Tay's class, I was in charge of the station where they got to decorate the cupcakes.&amp;nbsp; Her party was much more organized, and way less chaotic.&amp;nbsp; Her teacher is absolutely amazing!&amp;nbsp; While I have been very unimpressed with Rohne's teacher, I am thrilled with hers, and&amp;nbsp;this party just demonstrated that even more.&amp;nbsp; Typical first grade style, most kids just piled on the frosting, and sprinkles, and ate rather quickly.&amp;nbsp; Taylee took the entire 20 minutes making her frosting smooth, and artistically placing her sprinkles to make a real design.&amp;nbsp; I was quite proud.&amp;nbsp; She didn't even have time to eat it.&amp;nbsp; We had to take it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lW3xBuLWLM/TrDDqd3eYCI/AAAAAAAADMM/sP9NjzUoWjc/s1600/016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lW3xBuLWLM/TrDDqd3eYCI/AAAAAAAADMM/sP9NjzUoWjc/s320/016.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our little dragon-boy, Tristan.&amp;nbsp; We actually didn't even have a costume picked out for him, because he DOES NOT like to keep them on.&amp;nbsp; He seemed to get into the spirit of things that night though, so, I picked out the very warmest one, and he was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSQEeoJ4u_Y/TrDDuvppfRI/AAAAAAAADMU/EJEGcxWYOD4/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSQEeoJ4u_Y/TrDDuvppfRI/AAAAAAAADMU/EJEGcxWYOD4/s320/017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In true leopard and Ninja fashion.&amp;nbsp; This was right before we went out to Trick-or-Treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJX7rCG-WcM/TrDDyZ2xhPI/AAAAAAAADMc/ENHlM267Ybk/s1600/018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJX7rCG-WcM/TrDDyZ2xhPI/AAAAAAAADMc/ENHlM267Ybk/s320/018.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's one with the dragon, with his trusty security blankie of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-aeMp-gTgE/TrDD2E_rX2I/AAAAAAAADMk/htsYAxuVTXk/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-aeMp-gTgE/TrDD2E_rX2I/AAAAAAAADMk/htsYAxuVTXk/s320/019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids made off with an Awesome amount of loot.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, in our neighborhood, they go all out.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely amazing the amount of kids.&amp;nbsp; The sidewalks were crammed full, while the streets were also lined with cars.&amp;nbsp; It's a great place to go because all of the houses are so close together, and many of the houses were decorated.&amp;nbsp; One house served hot cocoa and cider, there was a swamp monster, foggy smoke, strobe lights, spooky music, witches, you name it.&amp;nbsp; I even heard that there was a&amp;nbsp;chainsaw murderer lurking in the bushes.&amp;nbsp; (I'm kinda glad we missed that one.)&amp;nbsp; We went with one other family, and after a good hour, the kids were complaining that their&amp;nbsp;arms were too tired from hauling all the candy, so we went home.&amp;nbsp; Whit went with me and the kids this year, while Jake stayed home to hand out candy.&amp;nbsp; I thought we had enough to hand out, but apparently we didn't.&amp;nbsp; We ran out of candy after only 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; I guess we'll know for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iysRsqmg5lI/TrDD7gdViTI/AAAAAAAADMs/RO1tFTseHKo/s1600/020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iysRsqmg5lI/TrDD7gdViTI/AAAAAAAADMs/RO1tFTseHKo/s320/020.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/3493252274303081190-8608140311807441323?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8608140311807441323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8608140311807441323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8608140311807441323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8608140311807441323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxsU93TFf_A/TrDDfR-4KzI/AAAAAAAADL0/zH2Q-I12HeM/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3223353242362151292</id><published>2011-10-29T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:29:50.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins October 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfxzpAv11xU/TqymeF8I4sI/AAAAAAAADKc/TE9zQPSeIxo/s1600/234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfxzpAv11xU/TqymeF8I4sI/AAAAAAAADKc/TE9zQPSeIxo/s320/234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We carved our pumpkins for family night last week.&amp;nbsp; Everyone had a blast.&amp;nbsp; It's nice that we can almost trust the older kids to carve theirs all by themselves.&amp;nbsp; It's less work for the parents!&amp;nbsp; And, more pride for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k5tolET-sY/TqymhmeMdOI/AAAAAAAADKk/7Fm6z_giytU/s1600/236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k5tolET-sY/TqymhmeMdOI/AAAAAAAADKk/7Fm6z_giytU/s320/236.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course Tristan was right in on the action.&amp;nbsp; He was most interested in the pumpkin guts.&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/-yKrWN26k6wk/TqymloX7nvI/AAAAAAAADKs/tKtMtp4VVcs/s1600/238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKrWN26k6wk/TqymloX7nvI/AAAAAAAADKs/tKtMtp4VVcs/s320/238.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, I love my crazy kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEA5Y8MckJc/TqympT2gWtI/AAAAAAAADK0/FKF0RcFEkmQ/s1600/240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEA5Y8MckJc/TqympT2gWtI/AAAAAAAADK0/FKF0RcFEkmQ/s320/240.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frhnRyI3RN0/TqymtQ0d-CI/AAAAAAAADK8/_-uXAzw6Dhc/s1600/242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frhnRyI3RN0/TqymtQ0d-CI/AAAAAAAADK8/_-uXAzw6Dhc/s320/242.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how he spent the entire time.&amp;nbsp; Dumping the seeds from one bowl into the other.&amp;nbsp; Don't you love the gloves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sA6xkpHsiiU/TqymxOR7Q8I/AAAAAAAADLE/VAFJSWpTwRI/s1600/244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sA6xkpHsiiU/TqymxOR7Q8I/AAAAAAAADLE/VAFJSWpTwRI/s320/244.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;So, I figured that I've gotta start somewhere.&amp;nbsp; Expect these posts to be completely out of order, but, hopefully more coming in the near future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4t9hv86DqI/TqyfV2CJNqI/AAAAAAAADJk/qosGO9a2jIE/s1600/pumpkin+patch+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4t9hv86DqI/TqyfV2CJNqI/AAAAAAAADJk/qosGO9a2jIE/s320/pumpkin+patch+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Tis the season that makes those drizzly, depressing&amp;nbsp;days all worth it here&amp;nbsp;in the Pacific Northwest.&amp;nbsp; Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; The falling, multi-colored&amp;nbsp;leaves, the brisk morning runs, the lush green grass, pumpkins, corn mazes. . . . I love it!&amp;nbsp; We made our annual Jubilee Farms outing on my birthday this year.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect.&amp;nbsp; We left with&amp;nbsp;3 wonderful pumpkins, and huge smiles!&amp;nbsp; It was a great birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqXuvcyz6_E/Tqyfa-PHiCI/AAAAAAAADJs/k4RkEHFlxfI/s1600/pumpkin+patch+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqXuvcyz6_E/Tqyfa-PHiCI/AAAAAAAADJs/k4RkEHFlxfI/s320/pumpkin+patch+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjkI_6vvMw4/TqyfeUuOmjI/AAAAAAAADJ0/0NRhWskTkRY/s1600/pumpkin+patch+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjkI_6vvMw4/TqyfeUuOmjI/AAAAAAAADJ0/0NRhWskTkRY/s320/pumpkin+patch+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Where are all of my wonderful posts?&amp;nbsp; My computer hard drive crashed about a month ago.&amp;nbsp; I cried, then cried some more.&amp;nbsp; Mainly because of the lost&amp;nbsp;pictures, and all of my Primary files I had worked so hard on.&amp;nbsp; So, now, I have no computer.&amp;nbsp; My sister graciously lets me use hers sometimes, and Jake has a work one, but, let's just say, it's very limited.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for my iphone, or I would be completely shut off from humanity.&amp;nbsp; (At least it feels like that.)&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping to Jake getting a humungous sale, so we can buy&amp;nbsp;a new computer for me.&amp;nbsp; Or just cough up&amp;nbsp;the extra hundred bucks, and see if mine can be salvaged. . . Decisions, Decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6311210098947275441?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6311210098947275441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6311210098947275441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6311210098947275441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6311210098947275441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/poor-computer.html' title='Poor Computer'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6585586711237355008</id><published>2011-07-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:29:55.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Turned 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns-mDcVMez0/TiOwiuLydDI/AAAAAAAADIc/XnVT_1TT-XA/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns-mDcVMez0/TiOwiuLydDI/AAAAAAAADIc/XnVT_1TT-XA/s320/013.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tristan turned 2 last week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We celebrated with a&amp;nbsp;very low key party,&amp;nbsp;including a few presents and cupcakes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oG_sP8pxaVU/TiOwo5h44FI/AAAAAAAADIg/I8uM_OpCUUc/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oG_sP8pxaVU/TiOwo5h44FI/AAAAAAAADIg/I8uM_OpCUUc/s320/002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This boy loves balls and trains.&amp;nbsp; So, we got him a little soccer goal, which he really enjoys, and some balls.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Whit got him a Thomas Train, and Percy too.&amp;nbsp; He was in heaven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tQUK-1g1oM/TiOw0yQ5G4I/AAAAAAAADIk/J7aIQV98fZE/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tQUK-1g1oM/TiOw0yQ5G4I/AAAAAAAADIk/J7aIQV98fZE/s320/010.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKy74h38NSw/TiOw6xqVBnI/AAAAAAAADIo/27aMPbLirqg/s1600/018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKy74h38NSw/TiOw6xqVBnI/AAAAAAAADIo/27aMPbLirqg/s320/018.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was a little apprehensive about the hot firey candles at first, but, he eventually blew them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fij7x7JY5Mg/TiOw_d_02MI/AAAAAAAADIs/BiSYQ2MLqBM/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fij7x7JY5Mg/TiOw_d_02MI/AAAAAAAADIs/BiSYQ2MLqBM/s320/019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's my wonderful attempt at making&amp;nbsp;baseball cupcakes.&amp;nbsp; They turned out alright.&amp;nbsp; Not fancy, by any means, and you can tell which ones the kids helped me do.&amp;nbsp; But, Trist knew they were balls, and that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMnsoV_tFaI/TiOxGCSpCDI/AAAAAAAADIw/-DxjxNp3Y-I/s1600/023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMnsoV_tFaI/TiOxGCSpCDI/AAAAAAAADIw/-DxjxNp3Y-I/s320/023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa stopped by for awhile to say hi, and bring a few gifts.&amp;nbsp; Grandma also knows his love for balls, and brought him a golf set.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry to say the golf clubs have now turned into swords, and they spend most of their time on top of the fridge in "time out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEPpIixpfMY/TiO119iYThI/AAAAAAAADI0/zvwxr5D57EY/s1600/031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEPpIixpfMY/TiO119iYThI/AAAAAAAADI0/zvwxr5D57EY/s320/031.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿He is by far my spunkiest, most energetic, craziest child.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm thankful every day for him.&amp;nbsp; He keeps me runnin', and tries to drive me insane, but, I'm still here.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Baby Boy.&amp;nbsp; We love you oh so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6585586711237355008?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6585586711237355008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6585586711237355008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6585586711237355008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6585586711237355008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-baby-turned-2.html' title='My Baby Turned 2!!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns-mDcVMez0/TiOwiuLydDI/AAAAAAAADIc/XnVT_1TT-XA/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6679085678024965860</id><published>2011-07-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:06:18.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun 4th</title><content type='html'>We really enjoy our 4th of July tradition of going to Jer &amp;amp; Mo's house. Last year, with the rain, it was a little dreary, but, this year, the weather was absolutely perfect. It was such a fun day. We had an extra family with us this year, which made it that more crazy, but, we always like new friends to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hccctx86XoA/TiBxMeGyouI/AAAAAAAADHQ/hqzrF5QGoLw/s1600/021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hccctx86XoA/TiBxMeGyouI/AAAAAAAADHQ/hqzrF5QGoLw/s320/021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the boys, after a little sprinkler action.&amp;nbsp; Oh, how I love them!&amp;nbsp; They're best buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7x-zOHNXdE/TiBxSD3mMkI/AAAAAAAADHU/rrIz3ICyYyo/s1600/022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7x-zOHNXdE/TiBxSD3mMkI/AAAAAAAADHU/rrIz3ICyYyo/s320/022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjepTMvYoJ0/TiBxWHb5iEI/AAAAAAAADHY/U415dBFYg-k/s1600/023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjepTMvYoJ0/TiBxWHb5iEI/AAAAAAAADHY/U415dBFYg-k/s320/023.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya gotta have Pop-Its!&amp;nbsp; Always a hit.&amp;nbsp; That's actually all we bought this year.&amp;nbsp; Sparklers, and Pop-Its.&amp;nbsp; Jeremy and Jess went all out, and made quite a show for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtYqsGabTfg/TiBxZW42eTI/AAAAAAAADHc/zLRDeLnyjVA/s1600/024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtYqsGabTfg/TiBxZW42eTI/AAAAAAAADHc/zLRDeLnyjVA/s320/024.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSptyQFM7N0/TiBxdoLck-I/AAAAAAAADHg/AaEFYPny6Os/s1600/026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSptyQFM7N0/TiBxdoLck-I/AAAAAAAADHg/AaEFYPny6Os/s320/026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whitney had fun decorating the banana bars all festive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ff1LnykchLk/TiBxhnPniSI/AAAAAAAADHk/0BFnFOgxeuA/s1600/027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ff1LnykchLk/TiBxhnPniSI/AAAAAAAADHk/0BFnFOgxeuA/s320/027.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Red Light, Green Light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8JLp3H-Mlk/TiBxrH5dsII/AAAAAAAADHs/3CzuOcLBtHk/s1600/032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8JLp3H-Mlk/TiBxrH5dsII/AAAAAAAADHs/3CzuOcLBtHk/s320/032.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZV51bgrwRs/TiBxwoNT3NI/AAAAAAAADHw/kXhIa2wytA4/s1600/041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZV51bgrwRs/TiBxwoNT3NI/AAAAAAAADHw/kXhIa2wytA4/s320/041.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trist was glued to Jake the whole day, when he wasn't busy playing with the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pg5JwEZdRLE/TiBx1AHFnyI/AAAAAAAADH0/5qPVuNl00J0/s1600/042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pg5JwEZdRLE/TiBx1AHFnyI/AAAAAAAADH0/5qPVuNl00J0/s320/042.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UO1zNAUBU4/TiBx5B5rr_I/AAAAAAAADH4/DMYFw5STxY0/s1600/043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UO1zNAUBU4/TiBx5B5rr_I/AAAAAAAADH4/DMYFw5STxY0/s320/043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ewDbmJEB8Q/TiBx9ipbs8I/AAAAAAAADH8/7bnDv6KMBHs/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ewDbmJEB8Q/TiBx9ipbs8I/AAAAAAAADH8/7bnDv6KMBHs/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trist did not enjoy the sparklers.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTEa69gR-xg/TiByCYoJK7I/AAAAAAAADIA/838AGWvdA4g/s1600/048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTEa69gR-xg/TiByCYoJK7I/AAAAAAAADIA/838AGWvdA4g/s320/048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one of the girls watching the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; It must have been a really good one!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJTP57LZzBY/TiByGYSBfHI/AAAAAAAADIE/lASKWsjA8e0/s1600/050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJTP57LZzBY/TiByGYSBfHI/AAAAAAAADIE/lASKWsjA8e0/s320/050.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fireworks at the park didn't start until dark, which was after 10:00.&amp;nbsp; The kids were pretty wiped out.&amp;nbsp; Rohnie dozed in and out on Grandpa's lap the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gh6K1xFyrA/TiByKxu4d9I/AAAAAAAADII/cMSADV0lgcY/s1600/051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gh6K1xFyrA/TiByKxu4d9I/AAAAAAAADII/cMSADV0lgcY/s320/051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised Tristan stayed awake, and so calm.&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't let us plug his ears or anything.&amp;nbsp; The glowstick helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2AaPjs63Rw/TiByOazt_DI/AAAAAAAADIM/-WBG9qah41k/s1600/052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2AaPjs63Rw/TiByOazt_DI/AAAAAAAADIM/-WBG9qah41k/s320/052.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always fun to have Jessi and Aarom with us!&amp;nbsp; And, they are such a cute couple. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh2tX8cgo2g/TiBySsohGrI/AAAAAAAADIQ/RmFn45K7uto/s1600/053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh2tX8cgo2g/TiBySsohGrI/AAAAAAAADIQ/RmFn45K7uto/s320/053.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Bubber liked the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4kkqZKw1eY/TiBye8DO0bI/AAAAAAAADIU/Y2ZY3kw9Jnk/s1600/057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4kkqZKw1eY/TiBye8DO0bI/AAAAAAAADIU/Y2ZY3kw9Jnk/s320/057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to prove that I was actually there.&amp;nbsp; Man, I look way old next to my sister.&amp;nbsp;When did that happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjVU_LRMwQ/TiBymLxCSmI/AAAAAAAADIY/vp815Tkrqbw/s1600/058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjVU_LRMwQ/TiBymLxCSmI/AAAAAAAADIY/vp815Tkrqbw/s320/058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6679085678024965860?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6679085678024965860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6679085678024965860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6679085678024965860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6679085678024965860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-4th.html' title='Fun 4th'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hccctx86XoA/TiBxMeGyouI/AAAAAAAADHQ/hqzrF5QGoLw/s72-c/021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8963594116482576017</id><published>2011-07-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:40:45.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Trip Part Deuce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIbIqvAH0Fs/ThShB_j0f5I/AAAAAAAADFo/n4qxAxmo1yE/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIbIqvAH0Fs/ThShB_j0f5I/AAAAAAAADFo/n4qxAxmo1yE/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, one day the boys decided it was a good idea to go golfing.&amp;nbsp; With 2 ladies who have only gone once or twice in their whole lives, without a golf cart -to save money-, in 80+ degree heat, and mega humidity, AND uphill most of the way hiking.&amp;nbsp; It was a blast!!!!&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/-DhQCsl-AdiA/ThShGYbjN0I/AAAAAAAADFs/35J39OhAhAE/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQCsl-AdiA/ThShGYbjN0I/AAAAAAAADFs/35J39OhAhAE/s320/039.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice Jake's shirt?&amp;nbsp; Yah, it was hot, and hard work.&amp;nbsp; He looked good doing it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqUs-C-7NSU/ThShKKayfrI/AAAAAAAADFw/MF98wvPWbpQ/s1600/035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqUs-C-7NSU/ThShKKayfrI/AAAAAAAADFw/MF98wvPWbpQ/s320/035.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, on the other hand, just tried.&amp;nbsp; Good thing we had Clark there, who really is a great golfer, and we played a sramble.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, we would have been there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eztMVy7O_DQ/ThShOU6NYnI/AAAAAAAADF0/HW_diJ1B6v4/s1600/040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eztMVy7O_DQ/ThShOU6NYnI/AAAAAAAADF0/HW_diJ1B6v4/s320/040.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not tell me that my form is impeccable.&amp;nbsp; I know that it is.&amp;nbsp; I might be a prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gotnRGDep-I/ThShUNi6J1I/AAAAAAAADF4/rYdNu9801JA/s1600/057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gotnRGDep-I/ThShUNi6J1I/AAAAAAAADF4/rYdNu9801JA/s320/057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was our nice body boarding beach.&amp;nbsp; I loved it because I could always touch bottom.&amp;nbsp; The guys, not so much, because they would get slammed into the bottom of the ocean.&amp;nbsp; They would always come out with bumps and bruises.&amp;nbsp; We loved this one too, because there were tons of big sea turtles.&amp;nbsp; And, they would ride the waves right along with you.&amp;nbsp; A couple times we could have reached out, and touched them.&amp;nbsp; Too bad none of the pictures I took of them every worked out.&amp;nbsp; My friend, Lisa, got some good ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73EUTqllY4E/ThShaDxd50I/AAAAAAAADF8/D7Jf1jNIhSk/s1600/068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73EUTqllY4E/ThShaDxd50I/AAAAAAAADF8/D7Jf1jNIhSk/s320/068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDnoqGCg6LA/ThShf5vDt6I/AAAAAAAADGA/94-ofAA3KGo/s1600/075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDnoqGCg6LA/ThShf5vDt6I/AAAAAAAADGA/94-ofAA3KGo/s320/075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our last day, we decided to fork over the dough, and do one excursion, so we wouldn't feel like we missed out.&amp;nbsp; We took a float tube tour, down a river.&amp;nbsp; You just put on these helmets, sit, on a tuve, and float away.&amp;nbsp; We spent about 70% of the time in dark tunnels.&amp;nbsp; Thus, the headlamps.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; We ate lunch up there too, and then came back.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not worth the $100 per person price tag, but, whatever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXxqYbuFoxY/ThShr1PcxYI/AAAAAAAADGE/xBUivVv1vEg/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXxqYbuFoxY/ThShr1PcxYI/AAAAAAAADGE/xBUivVv1vEg/s320/077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took an open air truck up there on really bumpy roads.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4RymTc24sM/ThSi2v5xqiI/AAAAAAAADGM/sFJQZY7lSvo/s1600/078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4RymTc24sM/ThSi2v5xqiI/AAAAAAAADGM/sFJQZY7lSvo/s320/078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This area behind us is supposed to be one the rainiest ones in the world.&amp;nbsp; It was so pretty and green.&amp;nbsp; And, it did rain on us a lot.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would work on my tan.&amp;nbsp; Instead, it mainly rained, and, we were in tunnels all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GS45Xf-Nxo/ThSjCav9yUI/AAAAAAAADGQ/I_kRgSLKAxs/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GS45Xf-Nxo/ThSjCav9yUI/AAAAAAAADGQ/I_kRgSLKAxs/s320/079.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PDAPIYSkXU/ThSjr-fTMSI/AAAAAAAADGU/t6V6czWvjJI/s1600/082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PDAPIYSkXU/ThSjr-fTMSI/AAAAAAAADGU/t6V6czWvjJI/s320/082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The two female guides on the tour, were both members.&amp;nbsp; One went to BYU-Hawaii, and the other went to SVU.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun chatting with them, and learning about LDS life in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; They were really nice, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqS9Zz2jaO4/ThSgysfOaDI/AAAAAAAADFg/-tqock_6ssg/s1600/031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqS9Zz2jaO4/ThSgysfOaDI/AAAAAAAADFg/-tqock_6ssg/s320/031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Hawaiian guy was so nice. . .&amp;nbsp; He let us pose with him and his puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyJdIJATVXo/ThSkmMfgwiI/AAAAAAAADGc/xLcZcPLsD00/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyJdIJATVXo/ThSkmMfgwiI/AAAAAAAADGc/xLcZcPLsD00/s320/088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_741327084"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_741327085"&gt;Here we are in front of the truck.&amp;nbsp; It did wonders for my hair.&amp;nbsp; &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/3493252274303081190-8963594116482576017?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8963594116482576017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8963594116482576017&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8963594116482576017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8963594116482576017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-trip-part-deuce.html' title='Hawaii Trip Part Deuce'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIbIqvAH0Fs/ThShB_j0f5I/AAAAAAAADFo/n4qxAxmo1yE/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2019432658956066428</id><published>2011-07-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:41:51.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Trip, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, beautiful, sunny Hawaii!!&amp;nbsp; It really was a dream vacation.&amp;nbsp; When we flew into the Lihue airport on Thursday afternoon, it was raining.&amp;nbsp; Really hard. . . And, it wasn't stoppping.&amp;nbsp; We were NOT impressed.&amp;nbsp; However, like everyone told us, it blew off, and by the next day all that we saw was sunshine and loveliness.&amp;nbsp; After our 6 hour flight, we were starving, so we ran to get something to eat, and then hit the beach.&amp;nbsp; The water is so so so warm there.&amp;nbsp; It was my first real experience with salt water.&amp;nbsp; Jake didn't really believe me, after all the times I had told him&amp;nbsp;during our 11 year marriage, that I am not a good swimmer, and am afraid of water.&amp;nbsp; When I screamed really loud after the first wave crashed over me, he started to believe, and&amp;nbsp;got a little embarassed.&amp;nbsp; It just took me awhile to get acclimated, that's all.&amp;nbsp;I learned that salt water really tastes like salt.&amp;nbsp; It is not fun when you swallow a lot of it, (which I always tend to do when I attempt to swim), and it burns your eyes like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdar4Fi_AUs/ThD6RVvXxEI/AAAAAAAADEw/AvSlBcg33yM/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdar4Fi_AUs/ThD6RVvXxEI/AAAAAAAADEw/AvSlBcg33yM/s320/003.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My handsome hubby, holding his body board.&amp;nbsp; Besides laying out, and reading, this was our main activity on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-My3Q2RxtNwA/ThD6VRBdNXI/AAAAAAAADE0/9cO5jj7lBfs/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-My3Q2RxtNwA/ThD6VRBdNXI/AAAAAAAADE0/9cO5jj7lBfs/s320/004.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our friends, Clark and Lisa went on the trip with us.&amp;nbsp; The story goes:&amp;nbsp; Jake and Clark went to Maui together before we were married 11 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We were married within weeks of each other, and we always said that we would go back to Hawaii for our 10 year Anniversaries.&amp;nbsp; Well, let's make it 11. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewS9qp2W4C0/ThD6buYeoNI/AAAAAAAADE4/-Q3yEbtuNGw/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewS9qp2W4C0/ThD6buYeoNI/AAAAAAAADE4/-Q3yEbtuNGw/s320/006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You just have to have some scenery pictures.&amp;nbsp; I know they're boring, but, I always had the camera, and there's only so much&amp;nbsp; pictures you can take of your husband, and friends.&amp;nbsp; The sand is so soft, and you just melt into it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CMjO2S3DD1A/ThD6gURqIlI/AAAAAAAADE8/o61mvV_Tdxg/s1600/008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CMjO2S3DD1A/ThD6gURqIlI/AAAAAAAADE8/o61mvV_Tdxg/s320/008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's Lisa posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-TjVPSyRZc/ThD6lhXx07I/AAAAAAAADFA/w-M3B-fzmYQ/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-TjVPSyRZc/ThD6lhXx07I/AAAAAAAADFA/w-M3B-fzmYQ/s320/010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys headed out to the waves with their boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQYM7hxDdHA/ThD6qrInJII/AAAAAAAADFE/Us18eIdV2fA/s1600/016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQYM7hxDdHA/ThD6qrInJII/AAAAAAAADFE/Us18eIdV2fA/s320/016.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake coming in after some excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbYQb2jLYAI/ThD6v5zujNI/AAAAAAAADFI/eDP-YxmLKLQ/s1600/020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbYQb2jLYAI/ThD6v5zujNI/AAAAAAAADFI/eDP-YxmLKLQ/s320/020.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just relaxing and drying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9NN4YPjKW0/ThD61FyxPDI/AAAAAAAADFM/Ctvmpp2v9mM/s1600/022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9NN4YPjKW0/ThD61FyxPDI/AAAAAAAADFM/Ctvmpp2v9mM/s320/022.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpA4qwWczvo/ThD66toP72I/AAAAAAAADFQ/KatdnAVZTbY/s1600/023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpA4qwWczvo/ThD66toP72I/AAAAAAAADFQ/KatdnAVZTbY/s320/023.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpPz1Q-o9lc/ThD6-7p4iNI/AAAAAAAADFU/jBm96VMvmP0/s1600/026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpPz1Q-o9lc/ThD6-7p4iNI/AAAAAAAADFU/jBm96VMvmP0/s320/026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0W3PSQHjlU/ThD7KGU4AlI/AAAAAAAADFY/69sLvd40FhI/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0W3PSQHjlU/ThD7KGU4AlI/AAAAAAAADFY/69sLvd40FhI/s320/019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy to be in the sun.&amp;nbsp; I just drank it all in, and worked on my tan.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2019432658956066428?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2019432658956066428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2019432658956066428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2019432658956066428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2019432658956066428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-trip-part-1.html' title='Hawaii Trip, part 1'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdar4Fi_AUs/ThD6RVvXxEI/AAAAAAAADEw/AvSlBcg33yM/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4639612339750873196</id><published>2011-07-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:32:56.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived the Survivor Mud Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day of Tay's Recital, Jake and I participated in&amp;nbsp;a "Survivor Mud Run."&amp;nbsp; It was a 5K (3.3 miles), with 13 grueling, or so-called grueling obstacles, in the mud thrown in.&amp;nbsp; We had signed up to do it with a few of our friends.&amp;nbsp; We did get really really muddy, and my knee is still healing from a nasty fall I took into the rocks, but, it was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; We really had to hurry through the course to get back in time for Tay's Recital.&amp;nbsp; It was a rainy, rainy, dreary day.&amp;nbsp; Which made it that much messier.&amp;nbsp; Welcome to the great Northwest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxha2o2SPMw/Tg6c7YywD6I/AAAAAAAADEc/DOpcqNbl62o/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxha2o2SPMw/Tg6c7YywD6I/AAAAAAAADEc/DOpcqNbl62o/s320/034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, and my good friend, and running buddy, Shell.&amp;nbsp; She roped almost her whole entire family into doing it with her.&amp;nbsp; I love her a lot, and her family is awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzlM37v44Kw/Tg6c-4L3tAI/AAAAAAAADEg/A7RkpOXhdvQ/s1600/035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzlM37v44Kw/Tg6c-4L3tAI/AAAAAAAADEg/A7RkpOXhdvQ/s320/035.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went over to Shell's house and braided her hair the night before the race, and Whit did mine thar morning.&amp;nbsp; We were french braid twins.&amp;nbsp; It didn't really help the mud from getting imbedded into my scalp though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUNJ3xvjyTg/Tg6dMvEsk-I/AAAAAAAADEk/mAXnbF22YAU/s1600/end+of+mud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUNJ3xvjyTg/Tg6dMvEsk-I/AAAAAAAADEk/mAXnbF22YAU/s320/end+of+mud.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's the whole group.&amp;nbsp; Mainly Shell's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgGPOE0zOSs/Tg6dUNO3i8I/AAAAAAAADEo/gq5TEFA-7bM/s1600/mud+run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgGPOE0zOSs/Tg6dUNO3i8I/AAAAAAAADEo/gq5TEFA-7bM/s320/mud+run.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are almost to the finish line.&amp;nbsp; Very muddy, and yucky.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to be done at this point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI9FrpnZQp4/Tg6dXoKYiLI/AAAAAAAADEs/KlEVkyGlB2k/s1600/mud+men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI9FrpnZQp4/Tg6dXoKYiLI/AAAAAAAADEs/KlEVkyGlB2k/s320/mud+men.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿The Mud Men.&amp;nbsp; Way macho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4639612339750873196?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4639612339750873196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4639612339750873196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4639612339750873196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4639612339750873196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-survived-survivor-mud-run.html' title='We Survived the Survivor Mud Run'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxha2o2SPMw/Tg6c7YywD6I/AAAAAAAADEc/DOpcqNbl62o/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7265821509571519122</id><published>2011-06-21T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:54:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She finally convinced me to have it done. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIB7NGsH9a4/TgEd21D1mvI/AAAAAAAADDk/DF2vVnUkKCE/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIB7NGsH9a4/TgEd21D1mvI/AAAAAAAADDk/DF2vVnUkKCE/s320/001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So Taylee has been begging me for months to get her hair cut.&amp;nbsp; I just couldn't let her do it.&amp;nbsp; I love to do her hair so so much, and it's so gorgeous, and long, with not even a single split end!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She, of course, did not forget, and&amp;nbsp;I finally told her that after her Recital, we could get it cut.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhidKUcC5Pw/TgEd8bVVxII/AAAAAAAADDo/7biqtYfCjQU/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhidKUcC5Pw/TgEd8bVVxII/AAAAAAAADDo/7biqtYfCjQU/s320/005.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to trusty E-Haircuts, right down the road, and Twi cut it.&amp;nbsp; Tay was so so so excited, and did&amp;nbsp;really great, holding very still the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MO7D5HSK4j0/TgEeA-V-WHI/AAAAAAAADDs/aE0p4LOm5U4/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MO7D5HSK4j0/TgEeA-V-WHI/AAAAAAAADDs/aE0p4LOm5U4/s320/006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I saw all this hair on the floor, my stomach got really sick, and I cried.&amp;nbsp; It was very emotional for me.&amp;nbsp; My stomach is still not feeling so well right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33mVqs2t-LI/TgEeG29YZyI/AAAAAAAADDw/i55I0wc0kBk/s1600/007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33mVqs2t-LI/TgEeG29YZyI/AAAAAAAADDw/i55I0wc0kBk/s320/007.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, here's the AFTER.&amp;nbsp; It's so cute, and she loves it so much.&amp;nbsp; I had her put some subtle layers in, to give it a little "bounce."&amp;nbsp; I'm glad because I think some of her curl is coming back, with all the weight from the length being gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O_39iD82pw/TgEeLHV4UWI/AAAAAAAADD0/4OsSgpfYDMI/s1600/009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O_39iD82pw/TgEeLHV4UWI/AAAAAAAADD0/4OsSgpfYDMI/s320/009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wvrF1Uz6Xk/TgEePbwcyLI/AAAAAAAADD4/Bf25o_lzKpw/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wvrF1Uz6Xk/TgEePbwcyLI/AAAAAAAADD4/Bf25o_lzKpw/s320/010.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I put it up in a pony, just to make sure I could still pull it up, and it looked cute like that too.&amp;nbsp; I love the little curl in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie6NkRqZ4KI/TgEeT2q9u8I/AAAAAAAADD8/XjRMaPt1cRQ/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie6NkRqZ4KI/TgEeT2q9u8I/AAAAAAAADD8/XjRMaPt1cRQ/s320/013.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rQ5Oojqghk/TgEfxEvJETI/AAAAAAAADEA/nH29o9lGaG0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rQ5Oojqghk/TgEfxEvJETI/AAAAAAAADEA/nH29o9lGaG0/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I actually cut my hair today too.&amp;nbsp; My good friend, and hairstylist Nicole, is moving to Utah the end of this month, (sniff, sniff)&amp;nbsp;so I had to squeeze in one more cut before she left,&amp;nbsp; She cut off 4 or 5 inches, and made it really blonde on top.&amp;nbsp; Perfect for Hawaii!&amp;nbsp; Happy Summer to everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7265821509571519122?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7265821509571519122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7265821509571519122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7265821509571519122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7265821509571519122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-finally-convinced-me-to-have-it.html' title='She finally convinced me to have it done. . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIB7NGsH9a4/TgEd21D1mvI/AAAAAAAADDk/DF2vVnUkKCE/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-1820467605768837006</id><published>2011-06-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:55:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylee's Spring Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0sW_CGy9I/Tf9p571XPgI/AAAAAAAADDU/fO7ByjBAlRc/s1600/049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0sW_CGy9I/Tf9p571XPgI/AAAAAAAADDU/fO7ByjBAlRc/s320/049.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tay had her annual Spring Ballet Recital on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; She is such a little performer, and looks forward to this recital the whole year.&amp;nbsp; She has gotten so good this year, and loves it so much.&amp;nbsp; Her instructor advised us to move her to a more advanced class, and put her in the performing group as well.&amp;nbsp; I guess we'll have to see. . .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFVw5uY4IOM/Tf9p-uZYM0I/AAAAAAAADDY/HgC0O58gW6g/s1600/048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFVw5uY4IOM/Tf9p-uZYM0I/AAAAAAAADDY/HgC0O58gW6g/s320/048.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to get all dolled up, and put on make-up.&amp;nbsp; The red lipstick is always her favorite.&amp;nbsp; Whitney did her make-up, since Jake and I were out running through the mud.&amp;nbsp; (More to come on that), and she did a wonderful job.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cZBZ77iIVs/Tf9ppvNM9NI/AAAAAAAADDM/T1slw-YcOA4/s1600/031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cZBZ77iIVs/Tf9ppvNM9NI/AAAAAAAADDM/T1slw-YcOA4/s320/031.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhWZxlDci4E/Tf9pvv0zrgI/AAAAAAAADDQ/z2iQBoKAn38/s1600/033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhWZxlDci4E/Tf9pvv0zrgI/AAAAAAAADDQ/z2iQBoKAn38/s320/033.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we started her in Ballet 3 years ago, there were like 6 or 7 of her little friends in her class.&amp;nbsp; Now it has dwindled to just her and Megan.&amp;nbsp; They still have fun though,&amp;nbsp;and carpooling is always nice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLbq5QXGpr0/Tf9pj_Ym8TI/AAAAAAAADDI/DspQZ2cReMk/s1600/028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLbq5QXGpr0/Tf9pj_Ym8TI/AAAAAAAADDI/DspQZ2cReMk/s320/028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's her with her class this year.&amp;nbsp; They are mainly 2nd graders, that all knew each other,&amp;nbsp;so she didn't make many friends.&amp;nbsp; The little black-haired girl in front was always so nice to her though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIPeyt3A1Yw/Tf9qKG8e8WI/AAAAAAAADDg/Xodskqd2DLg/s1600/040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIPeyt3A1Yw/Tf9qKG8e8WI/AAAAAAAADDg/Xodskqd2DLg/s320/040.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved her costume this year.&amp;nbsp; I think it was my favorite yet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtT_-vxXqAA/Tf9qCk2nRLI/AAAAAAAADDc/QwCKRPSKB9Q/s1600/052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtT_-vxXqAA/Tf9qCk2nRLI/AAAAAAAADDc/QwCKRPSKB9Q/s320/052.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She actually did a tap number this year too.&amp;nbsp; She just wore this leotard with a bathrobe over top, and they danced to "Splish Splash."&amp;nbsp; I didn't get any pictures of that, but, she has been doing the tap dance all over the house since.&amp;nbsp; We gave her some flowers too,&amp;nbsp;but, she can't help talking about the 12 beautiful red roses that Grandma brought for her.&amp;nbsp; She loved that Grandma took the time to put little jewels in the bouquet too.&amp;nbsp; She always makes her feel so special.&amp;nbsp; Thanks so much Grandma!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-1820467605768837006?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1820467605768837006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=1820467605768837006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/1820467605768837006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/1820467605768837006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/taylees-spring-recital.html' title='Taylee&apos;s Spring Recital'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0sW_CGy9I/Tf9p571XPgI/AAAAAAAADDU/fO7ByjBAlRc/s72-c/049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7389069925047415367</id><published>2011-06-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:32:31.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Fun Run and 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619716990253084290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tB6g5KOzthk/Tf0-0_5DLoI/AAAAAAAADC0/-SQVpYhBcrM/s400/015.jpg" style="height: 368px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday, our Stake hosted a Fun Run, which was a 1K for the kids, and an adult 5K.&amp;nbsp; The kids, minus Tristan, ran the 1K, which was about a half a mile, and then Monique and I ran the 5K together.&amp;nbsp; It turned out to be a wonderful morning for getting&amp;nbsp;a little exercise, and having fun with the fam.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait until next year!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcLosxwGeeY/Tf1ABU6px0I/AAAAAAAADDA/hEApAB79IQ4/s1600/008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcLosxwGeeY/Tf1ABU6px0I/AAAAAAAADDA/hEApAB79IQ4/s320/008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our kids with their cousins, and a few other kids from their Primary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iO08KICw8BM/Tf1AF7Zj-CI/AAAAAAAADDE/8Khj6rbXDL4/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iO08KICw8BM/Tf1AF7Zj-CI/AAAAAAAADDE/8Khj6rbXDL4/s320/006.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the cousins.&amp;nbsp; Collin ran the race too, with a little help from his dad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Of61Nxe0heQ/Tf0_2Y2-PUI/AAAAAAAADC4/tRPaQlAayRs/s1600/013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Of61Nxe0heQ/Tf0_2Y2-PUI/AAAAAAAADC4/tRPaQlAayRs/s400/013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylee was having a very shy day.&amp;nbsp; So, I ran with her the whole lap.&amp;nbsp; She went at a very slow and steady pace, one where I could actually walk fast next to her.&amp;nbsp; She said she didn't want to have to breathe hard.&amp;nbsp; That's my girl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otKFq19IdSI/Tf0_7VCQLRI/AAAAAAAADC8/3BKpMpsk0f4/s1600/011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otKFq19IdSI/Tf0_7VCQLRI/AAAAAAAADC8/3BKpMpsk0f4/s320/011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rohnie ran really fast, and then would take a little break to recup, then run full out again.&amp;nbsp; He's more of a sprinter, like his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7389069925047415367?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7389069925047415367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7389069925047415367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7389069925047415367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7389069925047415367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/stake-fun-run-and-5k.html' title='Stake Fun Run and 5K'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tB6g5KOzthk/Tf0-0_5DLoI/AAAAAAAADC0/-SQVpYhBcrM/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6388208646670742562</id><published>2011-06-10T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:38:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation and End of T-Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36aD-22CdsE/TfKokgxagMI/AAAAAAAADCs/9Ytdgs7aFeg/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616737030510379202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36aD-22CdsE/TfKokgxagMI/AAAAAAAADCs/9Ytdgs7aFeg/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohne had his last T-Ball game, and Pizza Party on Wednesday. I think we are all glad that it's done with! Here's Rohne with his buddy, Logan. They had a great time together this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtqREcP4Pzo/TfKokXZCBDI/AAAAAAAADCk/eginl3KIT30/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616737027992192050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtqREcP4Pzo/TfKokXZCBDI/AAAAAAAADCk/eginl3KIT30/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vk2sgS1TYw/TfKokJfur9I/AAAAAAAADCc/ANmifXA16pU/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616737024262189010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vk2sgS1TYw/TfKokJfur9I/AAAAAAAADCc/ANmifXA16pU/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rohne really really wanted a trophy this year, but, after he saw the medal, he was pretty happy with it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XdxV9I983s/TfKoK4MfaRI/AAAAAAAADCU/_KTG_FfiQYY/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 326px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616736590121363730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XdxV9I983s/TfKoK4MfaRI/AAAAAAAADCU/_KTG_FfiQYY/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also graduated from preschool.  It's hard to believe that I will have 2 kids in school next year.  Rohne is sooo ready for Kindergarten.  It was hard for him watching Tay go off to school this year, and he couldn't go along.  He actually attended 2 different preschools this year, but, Ms. Tammy did the whole graduation ceremony, which was fun.  Tay attended this same preschool last year.  And, the teacher is already asking when Tristan will be coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyQd5oZfUfk/TfKoKp9HfZI/AAAAAAAADCM/fswY87yg8xs/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 366px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616736586298785170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyQd5oZfUfk/TfKoKp9HfZI/AAAAAAAADCM/fswY87yg8xs/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNzPuqYGlC8/TfKoKYFQi8I/AAAAAAAADCE/604B1vtGVCc/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616736581501094850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNzPuqYGlC8/TfKoKYFQi8I/AAAAAAAADCE/604B1vtGVCc/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4s91Mh0XBQ/TfKoJ9SG9FI/AAAAAAAADB8/Kpz823R8lSA/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616736574307234898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4s91Mh0XBQ/TfKoJ9SG9FI/AAAAAAAADB8/Kpz823R8lSA/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's him, and his buddy Logan, again.  They were in the same preschool too.  His dad, and Jake were best friends from childhood, and it worked out pretty good that we had boys around the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6388208646670742562?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6388208646670742562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6388208646670742562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6388208646670742562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6388208646670742562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/preschool-graduation-and-end-of-t-ball.html' title='Preschool Graduation and End of T-Ball'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36aD-22CdsE/TfKokgxagMI/AAAAAAAADCs/9Ytdgs7aFeg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2880788718355074165</id><published>2011-06-06T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:19:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the school year is coming to a close. I can't believe that next year I will have a Kindergartener, and a First Grader! School this year has had its ups and downs, but, it has been good for Tay. I'm hoping next year will be even better.&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 385px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615241157164420882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgPbfT5VN6Y/Te1YFOTwTxI/AAAAAAAADB0/pm9bkjxx36M/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znGAOsH6jcE/Te1YE7f6eRI/AAAAAAAADBs/NNZK-cbvK7Q/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615241152115144978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znGAOsH6jcE/Te1YE7f6eRI/AAAAAAAADBs/NNZK-cbvK7Q/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qg3a7EYqiw/Te1YEcYDufI/AAAAAAAADBk/PIsS7_tJ1aI/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615241143760697842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qg3a7EYqiw/Te1YEcYDufI/AAAAAAAADBk/PIsS7_tJ1aI/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soooo ready for summer around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPHztiA8y7M?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPHztiA8y7M?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Time. So much fun. Rohne is our future B-Boy if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ge94TIi62Tg?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ge94TIi62Tg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tay had her Spring Performance at school today. She loves to perform! And, we love watching her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2880788718355074165?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2880788718355074165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2880788718355074165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2880788718355074165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2880788718355074165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgPbfT5VN6Y/Te1YFOTwTxI/AAAAAAAADB0/pm9bkjxx36M/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8293482369541951291</id><published>2011-06-03T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:09:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Year of T-Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFnHd8Dlo2g/TemtN7H6SdI/AAAAAAAADBc/SQ7kC2ICi8s/s1600/Scan_Pic0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208865214810578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFnHd8Dlo2g/TemtN7H6SdI/AAAAAAAADBc/SQ7kC2ICi8s/s400/Scan_Pic0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We thought that our 5 year old was finally old enough to take part in his first team sport. Rohne has been in T-Ball this year, and has been loving it, for the most part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0y0TlZD3y8/TemtNRXIkmI/AAAAAAAADBU/XKvO7mvKi8Q/s1600/Scan_Pic0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208854004372066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0y0TlZD3y8/TemtNRXIkmI/AAAAAAAADBU/XKvO7mvKi8Q/s400/Scan_Pic0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake, and his friends, Tila, and Jon are the coaches. We were moving on Picture Day, so Jake missed the Team Picture. It has been so nice to have 3 coaches, and, most of the time, they are absolutely necessary. Jake has learned this year, that he won't be coaching again for awhile. He is so busy keeping all the kids in line, that he has been unable to enjoy being with his son, and teaching him. It is so funny to hear all the boys calling him "Coach Jake." They all really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raZr9zaTZ-w/Tems1mRBW1I/AAAAAAAADBM/8L5sZoWWKgc/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208447299017554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raZr9zaTZ-w/Tems1mRBW1I/AAAAAAAADBM/8L5sZoWWKgc/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne confided in me that he mainly plays T-Ball because he gets a cool snack after the game. And, he can't wait until he gets his medal. He asks about it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjtq8j1ocMU/Tems1VZGisI/AAAAAAAADBE/r1yy1FTvRCM/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208442769509058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjtq8j1ocMU/Tems1VZGisI/AAAAAAAADBE/r1yy1FTvRCM/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, his mitt is giant. And, he's wearing Nike cleats, that he won't be able to wear next year. Daddy got a little carried away at the Sporting Goods store. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwTy26hDI6Q/Tems1FJrFaI/AAAAAAAADA8/XQHaGR0BZi8/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208438409827746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwTy26hDI6Q/Tems1FJrFaI/AAAAAAAADA8/XQHaGR0BZi8/s400/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, here is our honorary part of the team. Now, Tristan really really goes to the games to play. And, he gets very mad when I won't let him. He is constantly in and out of the dugout, and if I'm not quick enough, he slips through my fingers and runs onto the field. He thinks he's just as big as all those boys, and he wants to show it. So, I never get to watch the game either. I just chase the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDPIWSwcH5Y/Tems0-gj0kI/AAAAAAAADA0/XtWJ9hXobfc/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614208436626772546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDPIWSwcH5Y/Tems0-gj0kI/AAAAAAAADA0/XtWJ9hXobfc/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, who can resist that face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-8293482369541951291?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8293482369541951291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8293482369541951291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8293482369541951291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8293482369541951291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-year-of-t-ball.html' title='First Year of T-Ball'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFnHd8Dlo2g/TemtN7H6SdI/AAAAAAAADBc/SQ7kC2ICi8s/s72-c/Scan_Pic0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4500030911605989395</id><published>2011-05-07T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:04:00.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKSw-3tnLVI/TcXLMWi0i-I/AAAAAAAADAo/JWMU4eoQKEI/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604108724402949090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKSw-3tnLVI/TcXLMWi0i-I/AAAAAAAADAo/JWMU4eoQKEI/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Easter from the Klein kids. This is the best we got. You'll notice that my almost 2 year old is acting very much his age lately. He is a terrible terror. In all the words. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Ek04zrsj0/TcXLL2gXGbI/AAAAAAAADAg/ZQiZ-MaFpPg/s1600/IMG_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604108715802696114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Ek04zrsj0/TcXLL2gXGbI/AAAAAAAADAg/ZQiZ-MaFpPg/s400/IMG_0906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I let the older kids dye the eggs while my wonderful almost 2 year old took a nap. Oh, so peaceful. . . I have a feeling they enjoyed it much better w/out him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vrnQvvJtKQ/TcXKsBTWRBI/AAAAAAAADAY/I7z_uoTF2cI/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604108168945091602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vrnQvvJtKQ/TcXKsBTWRBI/AAAAAAAADAY/I7z_uoTF2cI/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCVk2DvMTFQ/TcXKr4uHRLI/AAAAAAAADAQ/-6I8OsLiVHo/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604108166641435826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCVk2DvMTFQ/TcXKr4uHRLI/AAAAAAAADAQ/-6I8OsLiVHo/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our gracious family invited us to their community Easter egg hunt again this year, and it was a lot of fun, as usual. The weather was beautiful, which was highly unusual. I didn't get many pictures of this event because of chasing around said almost 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9Bn-gYV3eE/TcXJ6eRD4MI/AAAAAAAAC_4/ekZzejEKscw/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107317726666946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9Bn-gYV3eE/TcXJ6eRD4MI/AAAAAAAAC_4/ekZzejEKscw/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's all the cousins with their loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMIS3wkRts/TcXJ6OeUIUI/AAAAAAAAC_w/LxVC3qb_cLA/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107313487290690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMIS3wkRts/TcXJ6OeUIUI/AAAAAAAAC_w/LxVC3qb_cLA/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Easter Bunny did visit our house on Sunday morning, and the children were thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTFTkcmVObM/TcXJ5pLAcTI/AAAAAAAAC_g/AEOn6eJgXeI/s1600/IMG_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107303474196786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTFTkcmVObM/TcXJ5pLAcTI/AAAAAAAAC_g/AEOn6eJgXeI/s400/IMG_0928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church, we headed over to the Grandparent's house for dinner, and another Easter egg Hunt. Monique and I inadvertently chose matching shirts for Parker and Trist this year. We both have such great taste, ya know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR-Z7Xnudgs/TcXIjUsROKI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/AfrpUUlPC2U/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604105820507814050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SR-Z7Xnudgs/TcXIjUsROKI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/AfrpUUlPC2U/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gkau0v72sc/TcXIiu-VjCI/AAAAAAAAC_I/iZ-HHC65G1c/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604105810383047714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gkau0v72sc/TcXIiu-VjCI/AAAAAAAAC_I/iZ-HHC65G1c/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan had found out earlier in the day that the plastic eggs contained candy. He was content with just one egg at a time. He would pick one up, eat the candy inside, and then move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5b7hll0Iu8s/TcXIiccp-9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/39JZXQPgKx4/s1600/0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604105805409942482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5b7hll0Iu8s/TcXIiccp-9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/39JZXQPgKx4/s400/0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each child received one golden egg with a whole dollar inside. Such excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqi_V-n1M3k/TcXIiIHcRQI/AAAAAAAAC-4/3HADDb30_Wo/s1600/0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604105799952254210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqi_V-n1M3k/TcXIiIHcRQI/AAAAAAAAC-4/3HADDb30_Wo/s400/0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Easter was a little crazy this year with all the packing, and moving going on, I tried to take time out and make it special for the kids. Before we know it, Easter won't be nearly as fun for them as it is now. Always changing and growing!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4500030911605989395?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4500030911605989395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4500030911605989395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4500030911605989395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4500030911605989395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-fun-2011.html' title='Easter Fun 2011'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKSw-3tnLVI/TcXLMWi0i-I/AAAAAAAADAo/JWMU4eoQKEI/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3475088309862547744</id><published>2011-04-22T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:35:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diva Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zY-aXMmpkVE/TbI3ofEI-KI/AAAAAAAAC-w/OL0efpGbZbk/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598598455448107170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zY-aXMmpkVE/TbI3ofEI-KI/AAAAAAAAC-w/OL0efpGbZbk/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently Taylee needs to pose with one hand behind her head now. Not sure where she got it. I blame Barbie movies. . . She is full of spunk, her new nickname is "Sassafrass" for her sassy attitude. But, she loves to show off, and perform. And, I am so thankful for this quality in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbgLvaCKI5M/TbI3oP2FH_I/AAAAAAAAC-o/RwP87BPh6Ec/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598598451362602994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbgLvaCKI5M/TbI3oP2FH_I/AAAAAAAAC-o/RwP87BPh6Ec/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her newest performing song is from The Little Mermaid. I'm sure all of you have heard it before. Ignore my crazy baby, and my crazy house. We are moving. Again. (A post for another day). So, this is what my house will look like for at least another week. Fun. Enjoy the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_a6ePeDYXZU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_a6ePeDYXZU?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-3475088309862547744?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3475088309862547744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3475088309862547744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3475088309862547744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3475088309862547744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-diva-daughter.html' title='My Diva Daughter'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zY-aXMmpkVE/TbI3ofEI-KI/AAAAAAAAC-w/OL0efpGbZbk/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7469821552554394735</id><published>2011-04-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:21:18.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fm6uHhpgII/TZeTQJ-uA_I/AAAAAAAAC-g/Cm5zbf7vmfQ/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591099368169931762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fm6uHhpgII/TZeTQJ-uA_I/AAAAAAAAC-g/Cm5zbf7vmfQ/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFKRV3E6at0/TZeS8S5uupI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/2MIsVlRqDH0/s1600/parents%2Bharold%2Bb%2Blee%255B8%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591099026967542418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFKRV3E6at0/TZeS8S5uupI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/2MIsVlRqDH0/s400/parents%2Bharold%2Bb%2Blee%255B8%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWfbXcQeZOY/TZeQlvTj_nI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/F4Fa3189z78/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591096440431836786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWfbXcQeZOY/TZeQlvTj_nI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/F4Fa3189z78/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt_fQHWYsxc/TZeP51Mxm5I/AAAAAAAAC-I/nW9sp9I6pvs/s1600/parents%2Bharold%2Bb%2Blee%255B8%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very good friend shared this little bit of wisdom on her blog, and it was just what I needed to hear today. I have been struggling a little lately. . . Maybe someone else can benefit too. &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/3493252274303081190-7469821552554394735?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7469821552554394735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7469821552554394735&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7469821552554394735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7469821552554394735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fm6uHhpgII/TZeTQJ-uA_I/AAAAAAAAC-g/Cm5zbf7vmfQ/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-355488488249931696</id><published>2011-02-20T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:44:59.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Sprinkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhykjWUn_2U/TWGX5dWysGI/AAAAAAAAC94/ih2kDQqrZOQ/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904827049947234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhykjWUn_2U/TWGX5dWysGI/AAAAAAAAC94/ih2kDQqrZOQ/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After years and years and years of begging, from both Jake and kids, I finally relented, and we got a pet. As of yesterday, we are officially a pet family. Growing up with animals of all kinds, I liked them, but, I knew how much work they were, and what a pain they could be. So, I never really wanted one for myself. We have been having a few difficulties with our little princess lately, and Jake and I thought that a new kitten might be a good distraction for her. We found her off of Craigslist. 6 weeks old, cute as a button, very tame, and loves people. The kids are constantly holding her, and following her around everywhere. Let's hope I don't regret this decision in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXZEJUkCtSo/TWGX4wz57FI/AAAAAAAAC9w/clh__o6juds/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904815092460626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXZEJUkCtSo/TWGX4wz57FI/AAAAAAAAC9w/clh__o6juds/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a little scared the first day, and last night, but, today she has settled right in. Even went potty in the litterbox, and she is eating like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeQk7tnl1Ro/TWGX4nrnJ1I/AAAAAAAAC9o/T0VQM1up1Gs/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904812641757010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeQk7tnl1Ro/TWGX4nrnJ1I/AAAAAAAAC9o/T0VQM1up1Gs/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-355488488249931696?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/355488488249931696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=355488488249931696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/355488488249931696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/355488488249931696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/meet-sprinkle.html' title='Meet Sprinkle'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhykjWUn_2U/TWGX5dWysGI/AAAAAAAAC94/ih2kDQqrZOQ/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8369290351282221405</id><published>2011-02-19T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:30:37.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, I've been in a rut.  Blogging rut.  Life rut.  All around rut.  Any ideas on how to pull me out are greatly appreciated.  Here's a little update on our family.  We really haven't been up to much.  Just kid stuff, school, work, etc.  Soo ready for Spring!!!  But, I've taken a few pictures I thought I could share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLYGSBrxhl8/TWBsIy1G85I/AAAAAAAAC9g/TqzdRh21EAg/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575575237023953810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLYGSBrxhl8/TWBsIy1G85I/AAAAAAAAC9g/TqzdRh21EAg/s400/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just pure, awesome sweetness.  These boys love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5iGXu5sp5o/TWBsISJARsI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/gCWnFp7a5B0/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575575228249032386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5iGXu5sp5o/TWBsISJARsI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/gCWnFp7a5B0/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake turned 34.  We had a partay.  Then, a couple days later, we celebrated with good friends by going out to dinner, and a hockey game.  It was our Valentine's Day celebration as well.  Happy Birthday, Babe!  Every year you get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alZgbUrA_Ao/TWBsIA-HLGI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/rfkh7g2POhk/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575575223639944290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alZgbUrA_Ao/TWBsIA-HLGI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/rfkh7g2POhk/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little friendly arm wrestling.  After Jake sufficiently whipped his brother, his dad wanted to take a whirl.  Jake is still the toughest Klein man.  Way to go honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25lbE1DMsWY/TWBsHliF4WI/AAAAAAAAC9I/4jmgD-3s6hQ/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575575216274661730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25lbE1DMsWY/TWBsHliF4WI/AAAAAAAAC9I/4jmgD-3s6hQ/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girlies all dressed up, and watching Jake open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbmzOjF7-H8/TWBrtNnsaMI/AAAAAAAAC9A/E48V542y67s/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575574763179108546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbmzOjF7-H8/TWBrtNnsaMI/AAAAAAAAC9A/E48V542y67s/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played some Rock Band, and had German Chocolate cake.  Not good for my diet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fug2-ybw860/TWBrs9YISyI/AAAAAAAAC84/a-k2v-dTvZE/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575574758818859810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fug2-ybw860/TWBrs9YISyI/AAAAAAAAC84/a-k2v-dTvZE/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohne cracks me up on a daily basis.  He is such a sweet, curious, adventurous, thoughtful kid.  I'm so thankful for him in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_Vnq7l1U-A/TWBrsv9s5YI/AAAAAAAAC8w/xvx_Wnf9omQ/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575574755218351490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_Vnq7l1U-A/TWBrsv9s5YI/AAAAAAAAC8w/xvx_Wnf9omQ/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had some "fair" weather lately.  it's nice to be able to have my babysitter back.  By this, I mean the backyard.  The kids are usually completely covered in much by the time they come back in, but, they are worn out, and happy.  Tristan loves loves loves it outside.  He brings me his shoes first thing in the morning, and points to the backyard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb8yyfPM2_Q/TWBrsR4TsZI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Th4pYgMCIvw/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575574747142664594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb8yyfPM2_Q/TWBrsR4TsZI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Th4pYgMCIvw/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake travelled to Denver for 3 days a couple weeks ago.  While he was gone, the school hosted a Daddy Daughter dance.  Tay had been planning to go with her dad, but, he was out of town.  So, she went with Jer, and Samantha instead.  They had a great time.  Thanks a lot Jer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3h-OT_WGfk/TWBrsNI8YqI/AAAAAAAAC8g/WuXCtDBKMw8/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575574745870262946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3h-OT_WGfk/TWBrsNI8YqI/AAAAAAAAC8g/WuXCtDBKMw8/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, last but certainly not least, Rohnie lost his first tooth!!  It was hanging on by a measley thread, until he finally let Jake yank it out.  He was so excited about his first visit from the Tooth Fairy!  My kids are growing too fast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-8369290351282221405?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8369290351282221405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8369290351282221405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8369290351282221405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8369290351282221405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLYGSBrxhl8/TWBsIy1G85I/AAAAAAAAC9g/TqzdRh21EAg/s72-c/021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2488313870445489203</id><published>2011-01-24T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:17:42.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TT2trGSdG0I/AAAAAAAAC78/54UlxmfZijA/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565795670433798978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TT2trGSdG0I/AAAAAAAAC78/54UlxmfZijA/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I have survived 3 children for 18 months now. I know that's really not how you should look at it, but, this babeh has definitely given me a run for my money. For journaling purposes, I thought I would dedicate a post just to my 1 year and half old terror.&lt;br /&gt;-He's still the happiest with only a diaper on. Even in the dead of winter.&lt;br /&gt;-He doesn't talk nearly as much as my other kids did at his age. I've been a little worried about it, actually. But, I think he'll catch up one of these days. Some things he does say: Mama, Tay, No, Ball, Out, Car, ChooChoo, Shoe, Bath, Juice, Hi, Bye Bye, Night Night, Nose, Eyes, Thank You, Show, Two, Go.&lt;br /&gt;-Still won't call Jake Dadda. He calls him Mama. And, when Jake says that he's not Mama, he's Dadda, Tristan just tells him "No, No, No." Poor Jake.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves loves loves trains. But, he wants someone to play with him. He won't play by himself.&lt;br /&gt;-Gets into absolutely everything. Climbs on the counter and throws the cups out, loves the silverware drawer, dumps out whole bins of toys just because, dumps any open (usually full of liquid) container out on the floor, etc. He accounts for nearly 90% of the messes in our house.&lt;br /&gt;-He has figured out he can open the tallest drawers in the kitchen, and hang on them like a swing. Not so safe.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves to be outside, but, thinks it's really funny to run right into the street. He likes to have me chase after him.&lt;br /&gt;-Absolutely will NOT sit in the carts at the store. He wants to walk with his brother and sister. Which actually means, he just wants to run away, and knock all the stuff off the shelves. I try not to take him to the store, unless absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;-He will finally stay in the chapel, and sit with us in the pew, until after the Sacrament is passed. This is a huge leap. He does not like to be confined. Jake usually takes him out in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;-He went to Nursery for the first time yesterday. Went right in, and didn't cry at all. I was shocked. While picking him up, Sister H. the nursery leader, told me he was very mature. I think she will take that statement back in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-He still gets up 1 or 2 times a night. And, he wants me to hold him, and rock him. I need to get tough.&lt;br /&gt;-He likes music, dancing, and singing.&lt;br /&gt;-He's a really really good hugger, and gives the best open-mouth kisses. I still love them, while they gross out my other kids.&lt;br /&gt;-He rarely sits down in the bathtub, and never really has. I wash his hair, and whole body with him standing up. And, then, he gets out. He likes to bathe with his big brother the best.&lt;br /&gt;-When he's not tearing apart the bathroom while I'm in the shower, he knocks on the shower door the entire time. Not so relaxing for me.&lt;br /&gt;-He likes to go into rooms, and shut the door on himself. He'll stay in there, even if it's completely dark. If I can't find him, he's probably stuck in the laundry room, bathroom, pantry, or storage room.&lt;br /&gt;-He screams whenever anyone leaves the house without him. Every time I take Taylee next door to go to school, when Jake leaves for work, when I go to work out,when Grandma leaves after a visit.&lt;br /&gt;-Although he is a busy busy body, I am thankful for him every day. He lights up our house with his happy nature, and energy. What would we do without him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2488313870445489203?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2488313870445489203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2488313870445489203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2488313870445489203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2488313870445489203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/18-months.html' title='18 Months'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TT2trGSdG0I/AAAAAAAAC78/54UlxmfZijA/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7697569305859522263</id><published>2011-01-14T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:18:28.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010 in Pictures</title><content type='html'>So, we have been sick, sickity sick sick since Christmas. We have had colds, croup, ear infections, fevers, more fevers, sick tummies, eye infections, snot, more snot, and everything else it seems like. I have been a little pre-occupied taking care of everything, and everyone, including myself. We have spent more on doctor bills, and prescriptions in the last month than we actually spent on Christmas this year. That's fun. Who doesn't love insurance being self-employed?! Yeah right. Don't get me started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Christmas, in pictures. It was great. You get the jist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWVoiTzqI/AAAAAAAAC70/Q2SZJg2vCFg/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251575693659810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWVoiTzqI/AAAAAAAAC70/Q2SZJg2vCFg/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWP7d3LFI/AAAAAAAAC7s/C0rfCsjgYd4/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251477696064594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWP7d3LFI/AAAAAAAAC7s/C0rfCsjgYd4/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWPsM3m_I/AAAAAAAAC7k/M6zOj9eEqXM/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251473598258162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWPsM3m_I/AAAAAAAAC7k/M6zOj9eEqXM/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWPErCK7I/AAAAAAAAC7c/A-zuKeaMdPE/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251462987361202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWPErCK7I/AAAAAAAAC7c/A-zuKeaMdPE/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWOo4-pVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/q9t0PQuLk00/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251455529657682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWOo4-pVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/q9t0PQuLk00/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV3xatD6I/AAAAAAAAC7E/feeyDv8o9p4/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251062681604002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV3xatD6I/AAAAAAAAC7E/feeyDv8o9p4/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV3QzqK0I/AAAAAAAAC68/19HKpp0t3Vo/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251053927902018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV3QzqK0I/AAAAAAAAC68/19HKpp0t3Vo/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV2zct7CI/AAAAAAAAC60/CMSTz2Pd_d8/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251046047050786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV2zct7CI/AAAAAAAAC60/CMSTz2Pd_d8/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV24IfPaI/AAAAAAAAC6s/fwjOOmqohBI/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251047304379810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV24IfPaI/AAAAAAAAC6s/fwjOOmqohBI/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV2UiXb0I/AAAAAAAAC6k/GqF9jMgpsNU/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562251037749243714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEV2UiXb0I/AAAAAAAAC6k/GqF9jMgpsNU/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVfXk4DhI/AAAAAAAAC6c/qUmtw0buzTY/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562250643428085266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVfXk4DhI/AAAAAAAAC6c/qUmtw0buzTY/s400/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVfMEYrXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/9FYMq4_LO34/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562250640339021170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVfMEYrXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/9FYMq4_LO34/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the grandparent's house Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVe7rs_qI/AAAAAAAAC6M/IThvwnvxcb0/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562250635940527778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVe7rs_qI/AAAAAAAAC6M/IThvwnvxcb0/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVeqX9S4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/IpdEdqBJc9Q/s1600/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562250631294307202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVeqX9S4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/IpdEdqBJc9Q/s400/035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVeezFiyI/AAAAAAAAC58/JwGjj3osDzY/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562250628186868514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEVeezFiyI/AAAAAAAAC58/JwGjj3osDzY/s400/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7697569305859522263?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7697569305859522263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7697569305859522263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7697569305859522263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7697569305859522263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2011-in-pictures.html' title='Christmas 2010 in Pictures'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TTEWVoiTzqI/AAAAAAAAC70/Q2SZJg2vCFg/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2078505565677046853</id><published>2010-12-20T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:06:39.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylee in Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Ess1uVkI/AAAAAAAAC5w/fWNnsfU4H2Q/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552873137800894018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Ess1uVkI/AAAAAAAAC5w/fWNnsfU4H2Q/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay had the "Polar Express" show on Saturday, and all went well.  She danced, and sang so beautifully, and we were extremely proud.  She had such a big, exhausting day, performing in 2 shows, pretty much back to back, that she woke up on Sunday with a fever, and throwing up!  We love our girly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_EsLGvQNI/AAAAAAAAC5o/meLWLjCHQpE/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552873128745451730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_EsLGvQNI/AAAAAAAAC5o/meLWLjCHQpE/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a North Pole Fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Er2E2ApI/AAAAAAAAC5g/YmMp7AkKeWI/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552873123100361362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Er2E2ApI/AAAAAAAAC5g/YmMp7AkKeWI/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, she was also a Winter Wonderland Eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Erm0LGiI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/FANCIYWUNX0/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552873119003908642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Erm0LGiI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/FANCIYWUNX0/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3493252274303081190-2078505565677046853?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2078505565677046853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2078505565677046853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2078505565677046853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2078505565677046853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylee-in-costume.html' title='Taylee in Costume'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQ_Ess1uVkI/AAAAAAAAC5w/fWNnsfU4H2Q/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-1452538956628241268</id><published>2010-12-13T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:33:54.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't think of a title for this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZYlcmfHcI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/ZV_E4BQZAjs/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550220991136734658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZYlcmfHcI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/ZV_E4BQZAjs/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although Christmas is fast approaching, I feel so busy, that we haven't done much to get into the Holiday Spirit.  We put up our little tree again this year.  We wanted either a real one, or a big, fancy one, but, I'm glad we decided against it.  Our 1 year old monster has already knocked it over twice, and broken numerous ornaments.  Oh well, maybe next year. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWkRq6WFI/AAAAAAAAC5I/6b8WAlR-bg0/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550218771999381586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWkRq6WFI/AAAAAAAAC5I/6b8WAlR-bg0/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week at church, Rohnie got his fingers smashed in the big, heavy, weighted door leading to his classroom. It was kind of a bad injury. Jake had to take him home, because he was causing quite a scene in primary. The picture above, is what it looked like the day after he did it. It got progressively worse after this, and by Friday, it was swollen, and all purple, and hurt him really bad. So, I took him into the Dr., and they drained all of the fluid, and gave him am antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWj7zK2oI/AAAAAAAAC5A/FVojDZCFMu4/s1600/001%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550218766128437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWj7zK2oI/AAAAAAAAC5A/FVojDZCFMu4/s400/001%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, now, it looks like this. Much better. He still might lose his nail though. He thinks that might be kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWjcZw8bI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ut0-quZCj8E/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550218757700383154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZWjcZw8bI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ut0-quZCj8E/s400/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, Taylee was able to perform at WinterFest in Seattle. Here's her little Ballet group all dressed up. She is performing in her studio's Holiday Show, "Polar Express" on this coming Saturday. She is doing a ballet number, as well as a song and dance number. We have been rehearsing for months, and although I am excited to see her perform, I will be glad when it's over! She is just loving it though, and that makes all this money, and time worth it. She will be our little star, for sure!! &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/3493252274303081190-1452538956628241268?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1452538956628241268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=1452538956628241268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/1452538956628241268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/1452538956628241268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-cant-think-of-title-for-this-one.html' title='I just can&apos;t think of a title for this one'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQZYlcmfHcI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/ZV_E4BQZAjs/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6879944086045816113</id><published>2010-12-10T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:12:58.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind trip to Wyoming</title><content type='html'>I went to Wyoming last week to my Grandpa's funeral. Tristan and I flew out early Monday morning to Denver, where my sister, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natali&lt;/span&gt; lives. Then, on Tuesday, we drove from Denver to Bridger Valley, where the services were being held, and where I grew up. It was a crazy trip. Very fast, and packed full of stuff to be done, and people to see. But, I'm so glad that I was able to go. All of us sang at the funeral, and I was grateful for the chance to take part, and see many dear friends, and family. I have been gone from the country for so long, that the small town seemed very foreign to me. It's crazy how fast I have become a city gal. Because I was mainly chasing around my vivacious 17 month old, I didn't snap as many pictures as I should have. But, here are a few to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commemorate&lt;/span&gt; the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLCK4rmFyI/AAAAAAAAC4w/vTUeD8okKv4/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549211183143589666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLCK4rmFyI/AAAAAAAAC4w/vTUeD8okKv4/s400/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This beautiful floral &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; sat on top of the casket. It included some driftwood, and one of my Grandpa's old stirrups from a worn, favorite saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLCKfZUZDI/AAAAAAAAC4o/CNwsP-oCqYA/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549211176356045874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLCKfZUZDI/AAAAAAAAC4o/CNwsP-oCqYA/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pallbearers placing the casket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_1cILdI/AAAAAAAAC4g/5FCE-wkIJWg/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210993294847442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_1cILdI/AAAAAAAAC4g/5FCE-wkIJWg/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My uncles, John, and Rick, placing their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boutonnieres&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_iXax_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sZtO6lPcm9k/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210988174821362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_iXax_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sZtO6lPcm9k/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this casket represented my Grandpa well. They did a great job of picking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_DnVc_I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/dKERCNb1Pj4/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210979920081906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB_DnVc_I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/dKERCNb1Pj4/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother, Ben, dedicated the grave. It still makes me cry to look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB-vcxpmI/AAAAAAAAC4I/oCJ7UFemoKM/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210974507083362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB-vcxpmI/AAAAAAAAC4I/oCJ7UFemoKM/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben's wife, Heidi, and their youngest boy, Austin. She is having their 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; boy in March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB-Z0vG_I/AAAAAAAAC4A/MHESR8sJk0M/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210968702000114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLB-Z0vG_I/AAAAAAAAC4A/MHESR8sJk0M/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of Grandpa's dearest, oldest friends paying respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBlE6qTOI/AAAAAAAAC34/hQ8Pjn5FszM/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210533592976610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBlE6qTOI/AAAAAAAAC34/hQ8Pjn5FszM/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite picture. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;, and my sister, Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBkgIg_8I/AAAAAAAAC3w/odAhbQw0zSE/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210523718975426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBkgIg_8I/AAAAAAAAC3w/odAhbQw0zSE/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;, Holly, and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBkTPLgPI/AAAAAAAAC3o/F7nHVieCboo/s1600/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210520257265906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBkTPLgPI/AAAAAAAAC3o/F7nHVieCboo/s400/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We attempted to get a group photo at the Cemetery. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; not everybody, though. It was freezing! I often forget what those Wyoming natives have to deal with in the winter. Wind, more wind, and frigid temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBj5Rq6lI/AAAAAAAAC3g/_d2P3tDjwYs/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210513288391250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBj5Rq6lI/AAAAAAAAC3g/_d2P3tDjwYs/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was a pretty picture of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; smiling, while talking to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBjfKMyGI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/kx-YFYByvP0/s1600/040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549210506277734498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLBjfKMyGI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/kx-YFYByvP0/s400/040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to get a good picture of Mom and Dad. This is the best I got. Dad's behind those 2 women, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLAtOCBs0I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/D0-3CEN7icY/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549209573967115074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLAtOCBs0I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/D0-3CEN7icY/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed in Lyman, (my rival town) in a hotel owned by my cousin. The picture, above, is of Nat's baby, Benson, eating on the bed. So adorable! Though the Motel wasn't 5 Stars, by any means, it was just fine. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natali&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed in one room, together, with our babes. What we thought wouldn't too bad of a scenario, ended up being kind of a nightmare. With 2 light sleepers, the boys kept waking each other up all night. We were glad to get them home in their own beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLAirfx7sI/AAAAAAAAC3A/tmo_5s7bFXs/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549209392897978050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLAirfx7sI/AAAAAAAAC3A/tmo_5s7bFXs/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natali's&lt;/span&gt; couch before we we left to come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6879944086045816113?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6879944086045816113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6879944086045816113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6879944086045816113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6879944086045816113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/whirlwind-trip-to-wyoming.html' title='Whirlwind trip to Wyoming'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQLCK4rmFyI/AAAAAAAAC4w/vTUeD8okKv4/s72-c/031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2909997858577054557</id><published>2010-12-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:52:12.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Til We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQK6MdhV1TI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/TIcLwYhKDCk/s1600/Scan_Pic0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202414119540018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQK6MdhV1TI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/TIcLwYhKDCk/s400/Scan_Pic0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Grandpa Taylor died last week, the day after Thanksgiving. He was a great many things, but, his most memorable attribute, was that he was a "True Wyoming Cowboy." He had many loves. His greatest loves included my Grammie, his beautiful wife of 58 years, horses, Bronc riding, cattle, ranches, Wyoming countryside, cowboy poetry, cattle dogs, his 4 children, 13 grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren, and his Savior. I spent entire summers on my Grandparent's ranch in Lonetree, Wyoming, and these were some of the best memories from my childhood. Though I never worked beside him, like my parents, and my brothers did, I witnessed his hard working ethic day in and day out. He awoke at dawn, and didn't come in until dusk. He put me on my first horse, bare back, as a young child, and let me drive a car on the ranch when I was 12. His last words to us were always "Be careful." He knew the dangers of the world, and worried about us when we stepped out of his protective barriers. Although I will miss you, Grandpa, I know that you are where you should be, with our Brother. And, I look forward to the day when we meet again.&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/3493252274303081190-2909997858577054557?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2909997858577054557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2909997858577054557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2909997858577054557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2909997858577054557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/til-we-meet-again.html' title='Til We Meet Again'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TQK6MdhV1TI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/TIcLwYhKDCk/s72-c/Scan_Pic0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3436290670225902376</id><published>2010-11-27T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T05:58:58.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMMNmvNeI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Ftjy6XpUEKk/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544226020219893218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMMNmvNeI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Ftjy6XpUEKk/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is so much I am thankful for this year.  But, most of all, I'm thankful for a wonderful family.  My little family, and everyone else.  The holidays are so wonderful, because we get to spend a lot of time with Jake's side of the family.  Even though we live close to each other, and see one another often, it's nothing like celebrating a holiday to bring everyone together.  We had such a great time this year.  It's getting crazier all the time, but, the older kids play together, and love each other so much. And, the 2 little boys are a hoot to watch, and chase around the house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMLjZsWOI/AAAAAAAAC18/GPPTn5-6AzI/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544226008890890466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMLjZsWOI/AAAAAAAAC18/GPPTn5-6AzI/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, it started out bright and early Thankgiving morning with Jake's Turkey Bowl.  I was wondering if he would cancel it because of the snow, but, those guys are die-hards.  He puts so much time into organizing these sporting events that will be fun for everyone.  I think it was well accomplished this year, as it is every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMLXV7p7I/AAAAAAAAC10/1fQtsehJ190/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544226005653890994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMLXV7p7I/AAAAAAAAC10/1fQtsehJ190/s400/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girlies playing Pollies.  We didn't see much of the girls the whole day.  They were just doing their own thing, enjoying Grandma's toys and dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL5kKXmRI/AAAAAAAAC1s/h-2C8VA0Jxc/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544225699857406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL5kKXmRI/AAAAAAAAC1s/h-2C8VA0Jxc/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan was into everything, as usual, and kept me on my toes making sure he didn't cause a huge uproar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL41TQT0I/AAAAAAAAC1k/fxRlEc4Vx3E/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544225687278210882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL41TQT0I/AAAAAAAAC1k/fxRlEc4Vx3E/s400/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early morning football, and a large meal always calls for a nap.  Too bad I didn't get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL4BmJxsI/AAAAAAAAC1c/NjOBFX8iVhE/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544225673398830786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL4BmJxsI/AAAAAAAAC1c/NjOBFX8iVhE/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Jessi and her boyfriend, Aaron, sure love to play with the kids.  They are so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL39QgrZI/AAAAAAAAC1U/KObwLHwIkpg/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544225672234315154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL39QgrZI/AAAAAAAAC1U/KObwLHwIkpg/s400/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 2 are getting to be really good playmates too.  Cousins are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL3W3wonI/AAAAAAAAC1M/hAQQPVZ8Yeo/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544225661929955954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEL3W3wonI/AAAAAAAAC1M/hAQQPVZ8Yeo/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finish it off with a friendly game of Settlers.  A great Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-3436290670225902376?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3436290670225902376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3436290670225902376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3436290670225902376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3436290670225902376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-thanksgiving.html' title='Our Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEMMNmvNeI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Ftjy6XpUEKk/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5426423469736978971</id><published>2010-11-27T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T05:29:55.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>They have been sayin' that it's going to be a rough winter. I have been in denial, by just ignoring the news people, or refusing to believe them. Sure, I grew up in frigid Wyoming when we started getting snow that stuck in October, but, I'm not a fan. Too cold, and I hate driving on slick roads. This past week, we got snow. And, it decided to stick around for awhile. They cancelled school Tuesday and Wednesday, and should have cancelled it Monday. It's not like there was a ton of snow, but, it's very unusual for this area, and no one is ever prepared. It was nice to have the kids home before Thanksgiving, though, not running around to all of their different activities. We drank hot chocolate, and the kids played in snow, and ate a lot of it too. I'm thinking this storm is just the first of many more to come this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGhDX1LHI/AAAAAAAAC1E/ssmmITxFc-0/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219781180501106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGhDX1LHI/AAAAAAAAC1E/ssmmITxFc-0/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGZGTrRYI/AAAAAAAAC08/W1KYc-s5k48/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219644529427842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGZGTrRYI/AAAAAAAAC08/W1KYc-s5k48/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGY51ObnI/AAAAAAAAC00/gjMHOEsKe-Y/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219641180483186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGY51ObnI/AAAAAAAAC00/gjMHOEsKe-Y/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGO0DVJZI/AAAAAAAAC0k/f6IYAKGDWeI/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219467830338962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGO0DVJZI/AAAAAAAAC0k/f6IYAKGDWeI/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGOU8_f9I/AAAAAAAAC0c/eqdgJTIcBPU/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219459482255314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGOU8_f9I/AAAAAAAAC0c/eqdgJTIcBPU/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGN8u1ALI/AAAAAAAAC0U/o0M-okw7gbA/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219452980396210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGN8u1ALI/AAAAAAAAC0U/o0M-okw7gbA/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGNldPbTI/AAAAAAAAC0M/xJ0G6ohDEsc/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544219446732614962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGNldPbTI/AAAAAAAAC0M/xJ0G6ohDEsc/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5426423469736978971?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5426423469736978971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5426423469736978971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5426423469736978971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5426423469736978971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TPEGhDX1LHI/AAAAAAAAC1E/ssmmITxFc-0/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3087786712589476558</id><published>2010-11-21T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:49:21.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Boys. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlnqdqw-II/AAAAAAAAC0E/KQhHjJiQ450/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542074795672270978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlnqdqw-II/AAAAAAAAC0E/KQhHjJiQ450/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just knew that cabbage patch doll would be good for something. Apparently, it makes for a very soft pillow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlnpXUK7fI/AAAAAAAACz8/nLntFZC9zYQ/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542074776787021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlnpXUK7fI/AAAAAAAACz8/nLntFZC9zYQ/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just dressin' up. He stayed like this, goggles, and all, for hours. Notice the belt around his waist. What a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542073630730744866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlmmp7D9CI/AAAAAAAACz0/qQdQkm3d1Lo/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;How can a baby go from this. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4elaG-blSk?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4elaG-blSk?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been watchin' a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Home Alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our house lately, if you can't tell. We love that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXKdVaEnHK0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXKdVaEnHK0?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-3087786712589476558?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3087786712589476558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3087786712589476558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3087786712589476558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3087786712589476558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/those-boys.html' title='Those Boys. . . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOlnqdqw-II/AAAAAAAAC0E/KQhHjJiQ450/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2862771960158845142</id><published>2010-11-15T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:28:27.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some may call me obsessed. . .</title><content type='html'>So, I would not call myself a crafty person.  I rarely have a project that I'm working on.  And, when I do start a project, it usually gets stored unfinished, or thrown in the garbage.  I think I am just impatient.  I like the finished product, but, I don't like the time or work it takes to get there.  I am not a perfectionist, and if it looks so-so, I call it good.  Anyways. . . Friday, I learned how to make these cute cute fabric flowers.  They were easy, not time consuming, and so adorable.  Taylee fell in love with them, and has been wearing them around the house ever since I brought them home.  So, today, I've been making more.  I've made a lot.  And, I like it.  I like it a lot.  Have I found a new hobby, or am I just obsessed?  I haven't figured it out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIG1rHyWOI/AAAAAAAACzE/cY5m6WyVIOI/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998010797349090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIG1rHyWOI/AAAAAAAACzE/cY5m6WyVIOI/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the ones I've made so far.  Some cute, some not so great.  But, once again, if it's finished, it's good to me.  I'm not a perfectionist when it comes to crafts.  No one looks that closely.  If you want to learn, I can teach you.  There's not many things I can teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIGpnQGBzI/AAAAAAAACy8/shqPgDF6BlI/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539997803600021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIGpnQGBzI/AAAAAAAACy8/shqPgDF6BlI/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids dressed up in the fabric, and played "The Good Samaritan."  They acted out the story in Sharing Time yesterday, and had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIGoncOFNI/AAAAAAAACy0/kfUy2sBpKyk/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539997786471011538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIGoncOFNI/AAAAAAAACy0/kfUy2sBpKyk/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylee wanted a "really really close" picture of herself. &lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-2862771960158845142?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2862771960158845142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2862771960158845142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2862771960158845142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2862771960158845142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-may-call-me-obsessed.html' title='Some may call me obsessed. . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TOIG1rHyWOI/AAAAAAAACzE/cY5m6WyVIOI/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-35175525151912217</id><published>2010-11-13T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:15:15.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the House</title><content type='html'>I take a lot of pictures, and if I don't put them on the blog, they just sit on the computer for me only, to enjoy. So, in no particular order, here are some I wanted to share. Along with a little narration of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9daEbcI_I/AAAAAAAACyk/uexFHLK_IOM/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248769135813618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9daEbcI_I/AAAAAAAACyk/uexFHLK_IOM/s400/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Tristan is a Terror. Pure and simple. A Monster. BUT. . . Jake found something that will calm him down, and let us breathe, for usually around 24 minutes. It's the Wiggles, and he absolutely adores them. I think that's what he's watching on Jake's lap in the picture above. Not my exact choice for a 16 month old, but, on those certain days, it's really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRsdJOiI/AAAAAAAACyc/gZijKb9SQRo/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248625261558306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRsdJOiI/AAAAAAAACyc/gZijKb9SQRo/s400/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, pure monster. He climbs onto, and gets in everything he shouldn't. The majority of my day is spent removing him from some hazardous situation. This day, he fell off of the counter, (which he had climbed up onto himself), and landed face first onto the hardwood floor. He cut his mouth really bad. It bled like this all day long, every time he tried to eat something. Even cheese would start it bleeding again. I know, the picture is gross, but, he was hungry, so, I had to feed him. Poor kid. I just hope he actually makes it to his 2nd birthday. I wonder sometimes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRSECMMI/AAAAAAAACyU/8ciaF0y9570/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248618176917698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRSECMMI/AAAAAAAACyU/8ciaF0y9570/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I love dressing up my little girl. I usually spend the night before school, in bed, deciding what Tay should wear the next day, and how to do her hair. It's fun for me. And, I'm glad she usually lets me help her. As long as she doesn't wear pants EVER, except on P.E. days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRL4vH-I/AAAAAAAACyM/vlAKQBUhUEI/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248616518918114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dRL4vH-I/AAAAAAAACyM/vlAKQBUhUEI/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Friday was Spirit Day, and she could dress up like someone from the 60's, 70's, or 80's. Of course my mother-in-law had this cute dress that worked perfectly. We chopped off the bottom to make the headband, and Voila! She looked way cute, don't ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dQ_yjc-I/AAAAAAAACyE/97QdswT-xG4/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248613271761890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dQ_yjc-I/AAAAAAAACyE/97QdswT-xG4/s400/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love playing with good friends. Especially good friends with great kids. Last night, I attended a Craft Friday at my girlfriend's house, while the husbands and kids hung out at our house. The big boys played X-Box, while all the kids played around, and watched movies. They stayed up way too late, and still got up at the wonderful hour of 6:00 AM. I'm lovin' the time change. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dP7kg_6I/AAAAAAAACx8/4gCM0002NCs/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248594959269794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9dP7kg_6I/AAAAAAAACx8/4gCM0002NCs/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a sweet picture of Tay, and her little buddy, D. I love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-35175525151912217?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/35175525151912217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=35175525151912217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/35175525151912217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/35175525151912217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/around-house.html' title='Around the House'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN9daEbcI_I/AAAAAAAACyk/uexFHLK_IOM/s72-c/025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8248023967071559020</id><published>2010-11-13T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:44:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rohne Turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539089526996017442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Mk9OvISI/AAAAAAAACx0/itykjjwQS_8/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;Haunted House cake. Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KKMHJcSI/AAAAAAAACxs/oYaI0hCFm3c/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086868110995746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KKMHJcSI/AAAAAAAACxs/oYaI0hCFm3c/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Dracula Rohne" in front of the rootbeer cauldron &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my big guy turned 5. It was a big day for him, and he had been counting down the days for weeks and weeks. He loves Halloween, and dressing up in costumes, especially scarey ones. I got him a vampire costume in the after Halloween sales, and he knew that he wanted Halloween Birthday Party so he could wear this costume. It was pretty easy, actually. I just kept all of my Halloween stuff up, and got some pretty great clearance items for decorating, and goody bags. It turned out great. I sent out the invites a little late, so only a few friends could come, but he had a good time, and I think he was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJyS1A7I/AAAAAAAACxk/etqJX90ncBk/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086861180666802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJyS1A7I/AAAAAAAACxk/etqJX90ncBk/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Mummy" hot dogs. Just hot dogs wrapped in refrigerator breadstick dough. Cute, and not too terrible tasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJeMws7I/AAAAAAAACxc/Anv6TaxUxKA/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086855786509234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJeMws7I/AAAAAAAACxc/Anv6TaxUxKA/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought these spiders turned out cute, but no one really ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJIUwqSI/AAAAAAAACxU/MKQysV-1_bM/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086849914480930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KJIUwqSI/AAAAAAAACxU/MKQysV-1_bM/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a Frankenstein Pinata that Rohne had picked out, and the kids had fun banging it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KInyqOnI/AAAAAAAACxM/soFpUwdbFTE/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086841181518450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7KInyqOnI/AAAAAAAACxM/soFpUwdbFTE/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Jx6T7MBI/AAAAAAAACxE/2TFrk0uJ2r4/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086451015888914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Jx6T7MBI/AAAAAAAACxE/2TFrk0uJ2r4/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JxQL7nFI/AAAAAAAACw8/60UpaYETfpQ/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086439708073042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JxQL7nFI/AAAAAAAACw8/60UpaYETfpQ/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out his 5 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JxCK6wiI/AAAAAAAACw0/hadfFyMU0EI/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086435945726498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JxCK6wiI/AAAAAAAACw0/hadfFyMU0EI/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Jw6Ebt0I/AAAAAAAACws/7M4xLQikFP0/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086433771042626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Jw6Ebt0I/AAAAAAAACws/7M4xLQikFP0/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a group shot of all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JwngNs-I/AAAAAAAACwk/SjrkQyFA5qY/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086428787291106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7JwngNs-I/AAAAAAAACwk/SjrkQyFA5qY/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday, Buddy! Although you keep us on our toes with your endless amounts of energy, I wouldn't trade a day of it. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3493252274303081190-8248023967071559020?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8248023967071559020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8248023967071559020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8248023967071559020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8248023967071559020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/rohne-turns-5.html' title='Rohne Turns 5!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TN7Mk9OvISI/AAAAAAAACx0/itykjjwQS_8/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5885953611065941408</id><published>2010-11-01T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:47:27.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Tristan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7z8YPsI/AAAAAAAACwc/lBlUCSt5kv0/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534669882896432834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7z8YPsI/AAAAAAAACwc/lBlUCSt5kv0/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Tristan has taken to hiding.  We have found him in some very interesting places!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7YOhvFI/AAAAAAAACwU/WSaG7-tsTN8/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534669875456359506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7YOhvFI/AAAAAAAACwU/WSaG7-tsTN8/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Please give me back that paci, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7IFDd0I/AAAAAAAACwM/-NhvDMh8jvQ/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534669871121659714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7IFDd0I/AAAAAAAACwM/-NhvDMh8jvQ/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly, curious, adventurous 18 month old boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y63uaZ8I/AAAAAAAACwE/EzAgKFuhpg4/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534669866731726786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y63uaZ8I/AAAAAAAACwE/EzAgKFuhpg4/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-5885953611065941408?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5885953611065941408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5885953611065941408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5885953611065941408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5885953611065941408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/wheres-tristan.html' title='Where&apos;s Tristan?'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Y7z8YPsI/AAAAAAAACwc/lBlUCSt5kv0/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5578535624833682409</id><published>2010-11-01T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:35:36.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skeleton, Ariel, and Werewolf&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TreZaIyI/AAAAAAAACv8/ihYbAPfdRIY/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534664104676565794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TreZaIyI/AAAAAAAACv8/ihYbAPfdRIY/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a good Halloween this year.  Tay had a hard time choosing her costume this year, but, after Grandma graciously took a last minute trip to Target, she was happy. These were their costumes for the Ward Trunk-or-Treat which was on Saturday night.  Tristan didn't like his costume very much, but, at least he let me get a picture!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TrAuUKHI/AAAAAAAACv0/mel1Fq7g2gg/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534664096711190642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TrAuUKHI/AAAAAAAACv0/mel1Fq7g2gg/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only picture I got of the pumpkin carving, and I didn't take a picture of the finished products.  But, the kids did it mainly by themselves this year, with only a little assistance from Daddy.  Therefore, they turned out looking like kids had done them.  But, they were very proud of their work, and had lots of fun doing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Tda-j0oI/AAAAAAAACvs/cugCuT_1zOs/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663863240479362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Tda-j0oI/AAAAAAAACvs/cugCuT_1zOs/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids with a few friends thrown in, chillin' in the back of the van after Trunk-or-Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Tc2f3aXI/AAAAAAAACvk/DX2dR3jKVHY/s1600/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663853448063346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8Tc2f3aXI/AAAAAAAACvk/DX2dR3jKVHY/s400/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a perfect amount of candy.  Not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcipmFrI/AAAAAAAACvc/uTqduqJr9fI/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663848120161970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcipmFrI/AAAAAAAACvc/uTqduqJr9fI/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought Tay's hair turned out really good, so I took some pictures.  French twists on both sides, then a messy bun with curls in the back.  Very princess-y I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcXr9JoI/AAAAAAAACvU/QsYOGeA3wSk/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663845177271938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcXr9JoI/AAAAAAAACvU/QsYOGeA3wSk/s400/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Halloween, we went to church, then went to a Halloween/Birthday party for Jake's good friend, Chris.  All the kids came dressed up.  We only stayed for dinner, because we wanted to hit a few houses for Trick-or-Treating before the night was up.  We just went to Grandma and Grandpa's, then the houses on our little street.  It was plenty, because the kids already had lots of candy from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcJg9_iI/AAAAAAAACvM/W4v9wZHdHws/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663841373093410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TcJg9_iI/AAAAAAAACvM/W4v9wZHdHws/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween the kids switched it up.  Rohne dressed as Frodo Baggins, and Tay was a Barbie cheerleader.  I couldn't get a smile out of her, because she said she was just too shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-5578535624833682409?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5578535624833682409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5578535624833682409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5578535624833682409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5578535624833682409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM8TreZaIyI/AAAAAAAACv8/ihYbAPfdRIY/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6513522173216666425</id><published>2010-11-01T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:43:58.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Back to the Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Dd5kFCI/AAAAAAAACvE/J4xw_6DL9dA/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634830045910050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Dd5kFCI/AAAAAAAACvE/J4xw_6DL9dA/s400/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As mentioned in a previous post, we had a heavenly visit from my sister, Natali, and her 5 month old baby, Benson. It was 5 days of pure bliss. She lives in Denver now, so so far away, and I never get to see her. I was so excited when she said she was coming to see me for my birthday. It was the best present ever!! We got to spend some quality sister time, as well as just hang out with our 4 cute kids. Benson is very used to his quiet surroundings at home, so our house was a little overwhelming at times, but, he did pretty good. He loved Taylee and Rohne. And, Tristan pretty much scared him to death, which is completely warranted. That boy is dangerous!! It was so fun having a little baby to kiss and love on. He has the most contagious giggle, and smile, and I just wanted to eat him up most of the time. I went into a little depression when they left, but, I think I'm coming out of it now. It's so hard for me when my family leaves. Come back soon Nat! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Cjz507I/AAAAAAAACu8/L1wN7i2QqpQ/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634814452913074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Cjz507I/AAAAAAAACu8/L1wN7i2QqpQ/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't get Benson to look at the camera. He just wanted to stare at Jake, whom he really liked actually. Jake has always had a way with babies. He was so great and let just Nat &amp;amp; I go out by ourselves 2 times, while he watched all the kids. We got back from Eclipse one night, and he explained that it was the hardest 2 and a half hours of his life. I think it was good for him though. Thanks, Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75COYMb-I/AAAAAAAACu0/JOwAeRGoJ0M/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634808699547618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75COYMb-I/AAAAAAAACu0/JOwAeRGoJ0M/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne got up every morning, washed his hands, and would beg to hold Benson. He did a really good job of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Bnsd6QI/AAAAAAAACus/G2G0nw3J01U/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634798315596034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Bnsd6QI/AAAAAAAACus/G2G0nw3J01U/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found out that Benson really loved this old bouncer of Tristan's. Nat will have to find one of these on Craigslist for her house! It was hours of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74p98oB-I/AAAAAAAACuk/rrnFAp7LFbE/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634391972087778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74p98oB-I/AAAAAAAACuk/rrnFAp7LFbE/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, who can resist that smile? I Love that baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74pb3-m1I/AAAAAAAACuc/PaZlofMAlAQ/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634382825790290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74pb3-m1I/AAAAAAAACuc/PaZlofMAlAQ/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74oegZSTI/AAAAAAAACuU/J-ovzoCqt2g/s1600/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634366352312626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74oegZSTI/AAAAAAAACuU/J-ovzoCqt2g/s400/035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natali put her fantastic baking skills to use, and made us some fantastic Halloween sugar cookies. Rohnie really liked helping. While Tay was okay just to eat them afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74nxp8hNI/AAAAAAAACuM/QhhwtcOVC7o/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634354312774866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74nxp8hNI/AAAAAAAACuM/QhhwtcOVC7o/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Tristan wanted to help, and had a great time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74m1birKI/AAAAAAAACuE/FD_S0IBNSAs/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534634338146233506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM74m1birKI/AAAAAAAACuE/FD_S0IBNSAs/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fruits of our labors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming to rainy Washington, Nat. The sun does shine sometimes!! It was seriously the best week I have had in a VERY long time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-6513522173216666425?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6513522173216666425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6513522173216666425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6513522173216666425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6513522173216666425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-back-to-heaven.html' title='Now Back to the Heaven'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TM75Dd5kFCI/AAAAAAAACvE/J4xw_6DL9dA/s72-c/027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3440591273705484696</id><published>2010-10-30T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:39:39.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at "The Farm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwRxRTwiI/AAAAAAAACt8/eqvj4GhUW10/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534062230205874722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwRxRTwiI/AAAAAAAACt8/eqvj4GhUW10/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I'm kind of going backwards, but, I have so many things to post. It is what it is!&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, we went to a fun place in Snohomish called "The Farm." We have had a tradition to go to the Pumpkin Patch every year with Jake's brother, and his family.  This year Jer &amp;amp; Mo decided to plant their own pumpkin patch, (it turned out awesome, by the way), so we chose another activity instead. It was so fun. We toured a large Corn Maze, which thanks to Jake and Jer's trusty map skills, we didn't get lost once! There was also a Hay Maze, with a slide that fell into the hay - the kids loved it, a duck race, corn to swim in, play toys, and farm animals to pet and look at. It was such a great day, and a fun way to celebrate the beautiful fall season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwRN7HX1I/AAAAAAAACt0/RMKN7Q9jKS0/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534062220717547346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwRN7HX1I/AAAAAAAACt0/RMKN7Q9jKS0/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan spent most of the time in the stroller, because that boy loves to run away from Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwQ_fc0mI/AAAAAAAACts/TVnY4uJppdQ/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534062216843416162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwQ_fc0mI/AAAAAAAACts/TVnY4uJppdQ/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so glad our kids love their cousins so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwQVu0DZI/AAAAAAAACtc/RUzyEy3iYJw/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534062205633564050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwQVu0DZI/AAAAAAAACtc/RUzyEy3iYJw/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very typical for around our house. "Rohnie, give me a hug. I love you!" "Okay, if I have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvzBKllPI/AAAAAAAACtU/VTrlCDK42Cw/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061701896705266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvzBKllPI/AAAAAAAACtU/VTrlCDK42Cw/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvy5-M0UI/AAAAAAAACtM/wHZiL2pApws/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061699965702466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvy5-M0UI/AAAAAAAACtM/wHZiL2pApws/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvyhdQv-I/AAAAAAAACtE/ZRVjqLnU2VQ/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061693385097186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvyhdQv-I/AAAAAAAACtE/ZRVjqLnU2VQ/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The babies loved the hay maze. There was also a GIANT tube slide that they went on. I was surprised they weren't scared a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvyEUMTLI/AAAAAAAACs8/dHRrVT_AAbU/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061685562428594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvyEUMTLI/AAAAAAAACs8/dHRrVT_AAbU/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda wanted to hop in the corn too. I looked way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvx0Ab7CI/AAAAAAAACs0/cEO-B85Yscs/s1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061681184599074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzvx0Ab7CI/AAAAAAAACs0/cEO-B85Yscs/s400/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Fall everyone! I love this season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-3440591273705484696?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3440591273705484696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3440591273705484696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3440591273705484696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3440591273705484696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-at-farm.html' title='Fun at &quot;The Farm&quot;'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMzwRxRTwiI/AAAAAAAACt8/eqvj4GhUW10/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8542909116225293601</id><published>2010-10-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:52:08.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU-Zg-LlI/AAAAAAAACss/fUzPhgyvx-k/s1600/055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413729481567826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU-Zg-LlI/AAAAAAAACss/fUzPhgyvx-k/s400/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister, and nephew have been visiting this past week.  Here's the babe.  Can you say pure deliciousness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU-IY6yCI/AAAAAAAACsk/ql6pDQ3QYGc/s1600/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413724884387874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU-IY6yCI/AAAAAAAACsk/ql6pDQ3QYGc/s400/050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU9s6f4AI/AAAAAAAACsc/qQWVHDzwejc/s1600/046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532413717509038082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU9s6f4AI/AAAAAAAACsc/qQWVHDzwejc/s400/046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-8542909116225293601?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8542909116225293601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8542909116225293601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8542909116225293601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8542909116225293601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-little-taste-of-heaven.html' title='My Little Taste of Heaven'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TMcU-Zg-LlI/AAAAAAAACss/fUzPhgyvx-k/s72-c/055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-280685410604815971</id><published>2010-10-01T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:26:09.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-XrdtTfI/AAAAAAAACsU/Oe9ktoQnjY0/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523240938285911538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-XrdtTfI/AAAAAAAACsU/Oe9ktoQnjY0/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like a lot of my posts have been about Tay lately, and I didn't want the boys to feel neglected. Not that they care. . . but, for prosperity, ya know? These guys, actually, take up most of my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rohne has always been my challenging child. He definitely knows how to push my buttons, and loves to mess around, and be extremely defiant. He'll deliberately do something wrong just to see how I'll react. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-XEQnciI/AAAAAAAACsM/DRp2PbNI5e0/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523240927762018850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-XEQnciI/AAAAAAAACsM/DRp2PbNI5e0/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's in Preschool this year, 3 days a week. His teacher keeps him in line, which he doesn't like, but, I know it is good for him. It has definitely been an adjustment. He didn't want to go, period. I would keep him home, but, he has a hard time learning from me. He just gets too frustrated with me, and loses his cool when he can't do something. Plus, he thinks I'm boring. It's been a good distraction for him while Tay is at school. I already feel bad for his Kindergarten teacher next year. But, we love him!! Jake's parents keep telling me that he is so much like his daddy was at that age. And, they survived, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523240922882720786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-WyFTRBI/AAAAAAAACsE/aYqmgXOqyxE/s400/003.jpg" /&gt; Tristan is almost 15 months, and we call him the "One Man Wrecking Machine." He, singlehandedly, turns my house upside down in a matter of minutes. He runs everywhere, climbs on everything, and loves to destroy. It seems like every picture I take of him, he doesn't have clothes on. That's because he doesn't wear them much. If I put them on him, he ruins them. He keeps me very busy! I love his big personality, and he's still quite the snuggle bug when he wants to be. He loves music, and dancing, and recently Jake discovered that he likes to watch "The Wiggles." He loves suckers, and all day long, he will lead me to the candy bowl, on top of the fridge, and point, and whine for one.  It's gettin' a little old.  I am trying to enjoy him every minute, and not let him make me too crazy, because I need no reminding that he is our last child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-280685410604815971?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/280685410604815971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=280685410604815971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/280685410604815971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/280685410604815971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/boys.html' title='The Boys'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TKZ-XrdtTfI/AAAAAAAACsU/Oe9ktoQnjY0/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4740444404184691301</id><published>2010-09-25T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:05:30.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty High Cheer Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5_0bPPdyI/AAAAAAAACr0/PJJsm-vaAc4/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520990731844417314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5_0bPPdyI/AAAAAAAACr0/PJJsm-vaAc4/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tay, and her cousin, Samantha participated in a Mini Cheer Camp last Saturday. They spent 3 hours with the Liberty High School Cheerleaders, learning cheers and dances, and then got to show their stuff at the Football game on Friday. They had a great time. Tay was a little overwhelmed at the game, where there were lots and lots of people, and the Marching Band was VERY loud. But, she liked it. And, always tried to do the cheers just right. Back in the day, if you would have asked me if my daughter would ever become a cheerleader, I would have said NO WAY! But, I don't mind now. Whatever she wants to do, and shows interest in, she can do. Maybe we'll have another cheerleader in the family after all. (My Mom was Head cheerleader, and Holly will love me to mention that she was on the great Spirit Squad.) She's just takin' after them! GO TAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5-0VAwgxI/AAAAAAAACrk/wRpYG018HvY/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520989630661427986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5-0VAwgxI/AAAAAAAACrk/wRpYG018HvY/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was looking around at all the other little girls, I just couldn't believe how cute our girls were. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5-z2OGpHI/AAAAAAAACrc/no4jojf5c6M/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520989622395905138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5-z2OGpHI/AAAAAAAACrc/no4jojf5c6M/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5FgyuP-L1Q?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5FgyuP-L1Q?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4740444404184691301?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4740444404184691301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4740444404184691301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4740444404184691301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4740444404184691301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/liberty-high-cheer-camp.html' title='Liberty High Cheer Camp'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TJ5_0bPPdyI/AAAAAAAACr0/PJJsm-vaAc4/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5231074970809298148</id><published>2010-09-08T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:56:49.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Ride Painted Horses, with Wind in our Hair!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the annual Evergreen State Fair! We love the Fair! We'll always remember the laughter we'll share. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you wake, Tomorrow we'll go to the Fair! On Saturday, we loaded up, and headed to Monroe, to attend the Fair, and had a fabulous time. Jeremy and Monique, and their kids came with us this year, which made it lots of fun. We spent way too much money, pet the animals, ate fair food, and rode rides. Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't ride rides, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did. Too many bad memories of my Lagoon days. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIjfeItWI/AAAAAAAACrM/eRa2cJqasXs/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596780807337314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIjfeItWI/AAAAAAAACrM/eRa2cJqasXs/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how the babies spent the day. They got a little grouchy at times, but, loved all the commotion. It was a little overcast, and a tad chilly, but, that meant fewer crowds, and no sunscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIjOD9aWI/AAAAAAAACrE/WmqZYU4dqWQ/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596776134142306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIjOD9aWI/AAAAAAAACrE/WmqZYU4dqWQ/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first Kiddy Ride was the Rollercoaster. Everyone had fun. Samantha and Tay rode together, but, I couldn't seem to snap a picture of the girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIi0DDQHI/AAAAAAAACq8/G0jiHnT6-Bc/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596769151008882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIi0DDQHI/AAAAAAAACq8/G0jiHnT6-Bc/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the kids on the bouncy cars. Check out Jake behind the kids! He's gonna love it when he sees that picture on the blog. Next to him is his sister, Jessi, and her boyfriend, Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIiUp1bEI/AAAAAAAACq0/n4tL7UR-ICg/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596760723745858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIiUp1bEI/AAAAAAAACq0/n4tL7UR-ICg/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 little buddies. Rohne actually loved this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIh-dbBgI/AAAAAAAACqs/w8igE2pZ9qA/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596754766104066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIh-dbBgI/AAAAAAAACqs/w8igE2pZ9qA/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry Parker, the bar cut you off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIH-1kWaI/AAAAAAAACqk/c3xtZNfE7I4/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596308190779810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIH-1kWaI/AAAAAAAACqk/c3xtZNfE7I4/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake wants to get the Unlimited Ride Pass every year. But, he always always makes himself sick, and wishes that he hadn't. Next year, we ARE NOT buying him the pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIHQpiZaI/AAAAAAAACqc/GR0GJ3LbtEc/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596295792289186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIHQpiZaI/AAAAAAAACqc/GR0GJ3LbtEc/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney was smart, and just went on a few rides that looked really fun to her. I think she liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIG5bOqaI/AAAAAAAACqU/a94bm24iwC0/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596289558260130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIG5bOqaI/AAAAAAAACqU/a94bm24iwC0/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIGLT_OMI/AAAAAAAACqM/dOwxmvm8oss/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596277179857090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIGLT_OMI/AAAAAAAACqM/dOwxmvm8oss/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a FREE place for the kids to ride toy tractors. We spent a lot of time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIFtmRmAI/AAAAAAAACqE/Rtxc4qrx1jg/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596269203494914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIFtmRmAI/AAAAAAAACqE/Rtxc4qrx1jg/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Petting Zoo is always a hit. However, during this, I was holding a screaming 1 year old, Jake was riding rides, and I was stressed out of my mind!! We didn't stay long. Sorry kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHoMM3aCI/AAAAAAAACp8/5MM5nbJYZVQ/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514595762022344738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHoMM3aCI/AAAAAAAACp8/5MM5nbJYZVQ/s400/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made Taylee touch the pig for the picture. She would much rather just watch everyone else touching the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHnqVTGQI/AAAAAAAACp0/en0z5WNClAI/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514595752930908418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHnqVTGQI/AAAAAAAACp0/en0z5WNClAI/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tay on the Carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHm-ey9FI/AAAAAAAACps/ZPr7Y_efKCE/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514595741159584850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHm-ey9FI/AAAAAAAACps/ZPr7Y_efKCE/s400/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought we would get outta there without paying to ride a pony this year, but, on our way out, the kids glanced them. They sure like those horses, that just go around and around in a circle. Go figure. Also, check out our school pride displayed on Rohne's shirt. BYU played the season opener against Univ. of Washington that day, and they won!! Go BYU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHmfMgoNI/AAAAAAAACpk/CwNvuSWvgGk/s1600/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514595732761387218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHmfMgoNI/AAAAAAAACpk/CwNvuSWvgGk/s400/035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, finally, finally, right before we left, Tristan fell asleep. A long day, but, worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHl3LEcMI/AAAAAAAACpc/1BDIiXywiIg/s1600/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514595722017927362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfHl3LEcMI/AAAAAAAACpc/1BDIiXywiIg/s400/043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5231074970809298148?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5231074970809298148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5231074970809298148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5231074970809298148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5231074970809298148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-ride-painted-horses-with-wind-in.html' title='We&apos;ll Ride Painted Horses, with Wind in our Hair!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TIfIjfeItWI/AAAAAAAACrM/eRa2cJqasXs/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4745668493139375879</id><published>2010-09-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:06:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LTjiTNEI/AAAAAAAACpU/KYS4KHDiFSE/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512066530765124674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LTjiTNEI/AAAAAAAACpU/KYS4KHDiFSE/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first-born, and only girl started Kindergarten today! I have been a little emotional, and stressed out about it. I am so glad that we decided to keep her back, and send her this year, though. She has grown so much, and matured this year, and I really think that she's ready. She was so worried about sleeping in, and missing the school bus this morning, so we said we would put a clock in her room, and set the alarm. Well, we decided against setting her alarm, and just set ours instead. She heard ours go off at 7 sharp, and rushed right in, to get us up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I was getting her ready, I asked if she was excited? She answered: "I think I'll get used to it, Momma. I will be a little shy for the first few days, but, I'll try not to be." So grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LTZH2DmI/AAAAAAAACpM/9eBNacKgkhA/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512066527969807970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LTZH2DmI/AAAAAAAACpM/9eBNacKgkhA/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took her with me to the mall school clothes shopping last weekend. She is such a diva, and loved trying on all the different clothes. I did buy her some pants, but, you can bet she mainly will be wearing skirts, and dresses. This was, by far, her favorite dress. She has been waiting and waiting to wear it the first day of school. I'm thinking she made a statement. I just had to curl all her hair, to complete the look! She asked me, after she looked in the full-length mirror this morning: "Don't I look Fashion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LS2-mIHI/AAAAAAAACpE/5o6QS88xDGA/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512066518804209778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LS2-mIHI/AAAAAAAACpE/5o6QS88xDGA/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I had fully planned on taking her, and picking her up the first day of school. But, after talking to a few experienced moms, and her Kindergarten teacher, they all said to just put them on the bus that very first day. Don't follow the bus, or walk them to the classroom, and it will make the transition a whole lot easier. So, I did it. I can't believe I did it, but, I did! She came home from school on the bus saying that the ride was her favorite part. She didn't say much else, but, there were no tears, and nothing negative. She even made a new friend. Hooray for Kindergarten! &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/3493252274303081190-4745668493139375879?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4745668493139375879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4745668493139375879&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4745668493139375879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4745668493139375879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH7LTjiTNEI/AAAAAAAACpU/KYS4KHDiFSE/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-9026463365287169686</id><published>2010-09-01T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:01:33.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkalicious Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61-GfJp4I/AAAAAAAACo8/9ORmRutelhA/s1600/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512043072445851522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61-GfJp4I/AAAAAAAACo8/9ORmRutelhA/s400/052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a Pinkalicious Party for Tay's Birthday this year. I had been planning it for awhile, and had so much fun putting it on. If you haven't read the book, and you have a little girl, go out, and buy it. There are now 2 sequels to it too, and they are all great. Our book is very well read, and still a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH612CHAjKI/AAAAAAAACo0/QGRbVCn_tkg/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042933831896226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH612CHAjKI/AAAAAAAACo0/QGRbVCn_tkg/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, the decorations were all things pink. I kind of went all out. But, it was fun, and Tay absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH611-EMYPI/AAAAAAAACos/CiIG9Dk2Cs0/s1600/086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042932746346738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH611-EMYPI/AAAAAAAACos/CiIG9Dk2Cs0/s400/086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it or not, I made these flower pom poms out of Tissue paper. There were big, and little ones hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen, and dining room. I think I made 9 of them. I am sooo not a crafty person. But, they looked really cute at the party. I think I will put them in Tay's room when she has her own room back, and make it "Pinkalicious" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH611WmFvlI/AAAAAAAACok/Kos0FTfMmXs/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042922151099986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH611WmFvlI/AAAAAAAACok/Kos0FTfMmXs/s400/089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61T3xVZmI/AAAAAAAACoc/Q79tXnP2Tb8/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042346941081186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61T3xVZmI/AAAAAAAACoc/Q79tXnP2Tb8/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the cake made with the help of Whitney, and my mother-in-law. In the book, the little girl eats so many pink cupcakes, she turns pink. We tried to get the cake to look just like the one in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61TXPduII/AAAAAAAACoU/kQKMD9Y85hk/s1600/040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042338209085570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61TXPduII/AAAAAAAACoU/kQKMD9Y85hk/s400/040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made little pink cupcakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61S08e3NI/AAAAAAAACoM/86XCe-3sPaU/s1600/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042329002663122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61S08e3NI/AAAAAAAACoM/86XCe-3sPaU/s400/041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the food was pink, and red too. I dipped these strawberries in pink candy, and put them on a stick with a pink marshmallow. They were a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61ScD2sPI/AAAAAAAACoE/69GCO7bS1Xw/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042322322698482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61ScD2sPI/AAAAAAAACoE/69GCO7bS1Xw/s400/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had pink lemonade, pink jello, watermelon, and bagels with pink cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61Rx6kt_I/AAAAAAAACn8/HHwhjWFxpu8/s1600/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512042311009482738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61Rx6kt_I/AAAAAAAACn8/HHwhjWFxpu8/s400/044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tower of pink cookies. I made the tower myself. Just with paper plates, and cups. I was quite proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH604JtuebI/AAAAAAAACns/GNG24QXX_u8/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041870721448370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH604JtuebI/AAAAAAAACns/GNG24QXX_u8/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also made these pink heart-shaped Rice Krispy treats, and put them on a lollilop stick. They were a little soft, so they kept falling off the stick, but, I wasn't about to do them over. They tasted yummy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH603hDVGhI/AAAAAAAACnk/CSD3dQO9D_Y/s1600/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041859806206482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH603hDVGhI/AAAAAAAACnk/CSD3dQO9D_Y/s400/047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had 7 girls for the party. I initially only wanted 4 or 5, but, this was actually a good number. There was no fighting, or contention, and it never got too crazy. Maybe 6 year olds are getting to be more mature, too, which made it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH603K1jelI/AAAAAAAACnc/OejoInslSuk/s1600/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041853842848338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH603K1jelI/AAAAAAAACnc/OejoInslSuk/s400/049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Lauren, a friend from our old ward, and our new friend, and next-door neighbor, Emily. Emily is also in Tay's Kindergarten class. They get along really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH602lwg7NI/AAAAAAAACnU/B1Yi7A1cemI/s1600/055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041843889597650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH602lwg7NI/AAAAAAAACnU/B1Yi7A1cemI/s400/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet cousin, Samantha, patiently waiting until it's Tay's turn to open her present she brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60SGcea9I/AAAAAAAACnM/siSf37vegeY/s1600/056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041217008757714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60SGcea9I/AAAAAAAACnM/siSf37vegeY/s400/056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutie Meg. The girls can't wait until they get to dance together at Ballet next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60RqDJ4AI/AAAAAAAACnE/CHmoVPzcGgQ/s1600/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041209386360834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60RqDJ4AI/AAAAAAAACnE/CHmoVPzcGgQ/s400/057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, calm, and laid back. Just what a great party should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60RCt0lAI/AAAAAAAACm8/h_u7aN405Y8/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041198827901954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60RCt0lAI/AAAAAAAACm8/h_u7aN405Y8/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved all of her presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60QqZte9I/AAAAAAAACm0/1mBm4ix_Fbs/s1600/066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041192301099986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60QqZte9I/AAAAAAAACm0/1mBm4ix_Fbs/s400/066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Rohne is such a little brother, and PEST lately, my idea was to invite some friends for him to play with, so he would stay out of the girl's hair. This worked pretty well. He interrupted a few times, and didn't let us forget he was around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60QN-HEZI/AAAAAAAACms/cBEsLu1kui0/s1600/083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041184669143442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH60QN-HEZI/AAAAAAAACms/cBEsLu1kui0/s400/083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handsome Parker boy, with a sword, Ready to bug the girlies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so worn out from this party, I decided that parties are only allowed every Other year. But, Rohnie's already planning his "Snake-Eyes" party. How in the world can I pull that off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-9026463365287169686?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9026463365287169686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=9026463365287169686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9026463365287169686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9026463365287169686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/pinkalicious-birthday-party.html' title='Pinkalicious Birthday Party'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TH61-GfJp4I/AAAAAAAACo8/9ORmRutelhA/s72-c/052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8655711881566889220</id><published>2010-08-30T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:30:34.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girly Whirly is 6!  Can you Believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFpiKLnhI/AAAAAAAACl8/iFdFhhDR28o/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511356623841107474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFpiKLnhI/AAAAAAAACl8/iFdFhhDR28o/s400/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful 6 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFpCdz2EI/AAAAAAAACl0/0A47a0Eg5KI/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511356615333500994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFpCdz2EI/AAAAAAAACl0/0A47a0Eg5KI/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Tay had her 6th Birthday last week.  She had been counting down the days since the beginning of August.  For some reason, this birthday was such a big deal to her.  She was so excited to be more grown up.  I really tried to talk her into getting her ears pierced this birthday, but, she's still too scared.  Not that it's a bad thing.  I just thought she would be really cute with pierced ears.  Maybe in a couple years she'll be ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFdvg3BmI/AAAAAAAACls/3kwFElZyeb0/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511356421267457634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFdvg3BmI/AAAAAAAACls/3kwFElZyeb0/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We put her hair in curlers the day before her birthday, so she would be extra curly, and gorgeous.  She is our little princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tay is such a joy to have in our family.  She loves to sing, dance, and prance around the house.  She is as girly as a girl can be. However, she does occasionally enjoy wrestling with her brothers, and climbing all over her daddy.  She is very eccentric, and dramatic, which I adore about her.  She can scream like no other, and makes sure that you hear her.  She loves to be praised, and admired, and enjoys any compliment thrown her way.  I can't wait to see what she will be like as a teenager!  We love you Tay!  Happy Birthday  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3493252274303081190-8655711881566889220?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8655711881566889220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8655711881566889220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8655711881566889220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8655711881566889220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-girly-whirly-is-6-can-you-believe-it.html' title='My Girly Whirly is 6!  Can you Believe it?'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxFpiKLnhI/AAAAAAAACl8/iFdFhhDR28o/s72-c/037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7042499997875938243</id><published>2010-08-30T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:49:19.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxA0AT__FI/AAAAAAAAClk/umfb2ap4TpY/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511351306175904850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxA0AT__FI/AAAAAAAAClk/umfb2ap4TpY/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that this summer is over. It just flew by so fast, and now my sister's leaving, and Taylee's going to Kindergarten. I don't know if I can take it!! We tried to enjoy the last few days of sunshine. It's supposed to start raining tomorrow, and the temperatures are already calling for long sleeves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxAi3Cl9OI/AAAAAAAAClc/jt99MM2S1LM/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511351011629200610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxAi3Cl9OI/AAAAAAAAClc/jt99MM2S1LM/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a mole problem in our backyard. Thus, the mud, too. Jake has tried to flatten out the hills, and push the dirt back down the holes with the hose, and Tristan really enjoys it. He was having such a fun time the other night, I couldn't resist snapping a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxAiWf2c_I/AAAAAAAAClU/Ph2yBxcDEko/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511351002893546482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxAiWf2c_I/AAAAAAAAClU/Ph2yBxcDEko/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Rohnie was around Tristan's age, he had a huge fascination with hoses. I'm sure some of you may remember. I'm thinkin' that my baby is headed in that direction as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_y53hWNI/AAAAAAAACk0/D2Ql_VAUdvg/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350187754346706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_y53hWNI/AAAAAAAACk0/D2Ql_VAUdvg/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get to the beach much this summer. It's just much harder to tote 3 kids there, and maneuver around nap time, so, we don't have a grouch on our hands. We took one last trip to the beach park the day before Tay's birthday. The kids could have spent all day there. They had a blast!  It made me regret not doing more things with them this summer. And, now the sunshine is gone! Sad.  Why do I live in Seattle again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_qvSgbMI/AAAAAAAACks/NA3t1yKds4M/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350047475788994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_qvSgbMI/AAAAAAAACks/NA3t1yKds4M/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought Tristan would just play in the sand, but, he loved the water too. He would walk right out to the waves, and try to swim with the kids. I rarely had time to snap pictures, because I was chasing him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_qGfkRrI/AAAAAAAACkk/GyZ93R8FGmk/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350036524713650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_qGfkRrI/AAAAAAAACkk/GyZ93R8FGmk/s400/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay sand diggin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_pdq3K3I/AAAAAAAACkc/9qu9PeFBSnU/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350025566235506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_pdq3K3I/AAAAAAAACkc/9qu9PeFBSnU/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohnie burying his fingers and toes in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_pMYgINI/AAAAAAAACkU/J1MEbCII4I8/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350020925825234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_pMYgINI/AAAAAAAACkU/J1MEbCII4I8/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such brave little swimmers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_oq87kxI/AAAAAAAACkM/MUY3w95th_E/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511350011951813394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw_oq87kxI/AAAAAAAACkM/MUY3w95th_E/s400/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7042499997875938243?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7042499997875938243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7042499997875938243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7042499997875938243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7042499997875938243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THxA0AT__FI/AAAAAAAAClk/umfb2ap4TpY/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8260740510125470596</id><published>2010-08-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:10:59.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are so lucky that we live so close to Jake's family.  My kids have such a close relationship with their Grandma and Grandpa, as well as with their cousins.  We like to do lots of things together, and we're so lucky that we all get along so well!  Our kids love each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341007640768274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3cjR4rxI/AAAAAAAACkE/EAIicE07nOM/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weeks ago, we went to Kelsey Creek Farm, to play, and let the kids see the farm animals.  It's always so weird to me, that I have to drive my kids to a park to be close to the animals that were right out of my backyard growing up in Wyoming.   That's just one of the big differences between city and country life, I guess! It was a beautiful day, and we had such a fun time.  The next day, we all went together to a Midevil village in Carnation, but, alas, my camera did not accompany us.  Check out my SIL's blog for pictures of that.  It reminded me of the Renaissance Fair that Luke's sister, and brother-in-law are a part of on Gilmore Girls. (For all the avid fans out there.  Ya know who you are!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3V5JAM-I/AAAAAAAACj8/nGdpeI5l-WY/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340893250008034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3V5JAM-I/AAAAAAAACj8/nGdpeI5l-WY/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try to keep Tristan happy in the stroller with treats, but, he's not a very good stroller rider.  He would much rather chase after the big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3Vd7hWUI/AAAAAAAACj0/U3KMW3ZWWF8/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340885945702722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3Vd7hWUI/AAAAAAAACj0/U3KMW3ZWWF8/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids checkin' out the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3Uyv4dwI/AAAAAAAACjs/I0_uaekCg7E/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340874354161410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3Uyv4dwI/AAAAAAAACjs/I0_uaekCg7E/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiling on top of the pig bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3UOBcvUI/AAAAAAAACjk/bVlihl6eKho/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340864495729986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3UOBcvUI/AAAAAAAACjk/bVlihl6eKho/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids, minus babies, saying hello to the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3TsVLlYI/AAAAAAAACjc/24jCSSwnpTQ/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340855451686274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3TsVLlYI/AAAAAAAACjc/24jCSSwnpTQ/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, here's the giant pig wallowing in the mud.  The smell totally took me back to my 4-H hog raisin' days.  Can't say I miss it all that much.  The smell is really bad. And, our pigs at least, were never very nice.  My very first pig I took to Fair, fought with another pig through the fence, and broke her leg.  Because of that, I couldn't sell her in the Auction.  I cried a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-8260740510125470596?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8260740510125470596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8260740510125470596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8260740510125470596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8260740510125470596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-with-cousins.html' title='Fun with the Cousins'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THw3cjR4rxI/AAAAAAAACkE/EAIicE07nOM/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2898619815955123962</id><published>2010-08-30T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:46:28.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariners</title><content type='html'>Before we left on our Cruise, we took Whitney, and Jake's dad to the Mariner's game. We try to go to a few games a year. And, even though our team SUCKS &lt;sucks&gt;(for lack of a better word), it was still fun to go and cheer on the Home Team. Maybe one of these days they will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwy3dNvlBI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZKdQ2im7ykw/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335972311110674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwy3dNvlBI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZKdQ2im7ykw/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such great seats. Probably the best we've ever had. They were right behind the Mariners' dug out. We saw the players up really close. Too bad Boonie wasn't there. He's always been my fave Mariner. Oh, how I miss his handsomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwytEp44iI/AAAAAAAACjM/L_1URMBUhtg/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335793919582754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwytEp44iI/AAAAAAAACjM/L_1URMBUhtg/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Whit at the field. Man, I love ball park food! Cotton Candy, Lemonade, Hot dogs, Nachos. . . Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyss-KEbI/AAAAAAAACjE/SS6FBgpB_uU/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335787562144178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyss-KEbI/AAAAAAAACjE/SS6FBgpB_uU/s400/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and his Padre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwysGfOjsI/AAAAAAAACi8/d1stLzrCveM/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335777231867586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwysGfOjsI/AAAAAAAACi8/d1stLzrCveM/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russell Branyan thought I was hot. He stared at me when Jake wasn't looking. Or, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyrg69I0I/AAAAAAAACi0/FujaNGzwKAg/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335767147619138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyrg69I0I/AAAAAAAACi0/FujaNGzwKAg/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good ol' Safeco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyqxamKRI/AAAAAAAACis/WJ8ZeSFMFEY/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511335754395429138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwyqxamKRI/AAAAAAAACis/WJ8ZeSFMFEY/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jose Lopez up to bat. Too bad he didn't get a hit though. Hooray for Summer Baseball games! We love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2898619815955123962?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2898619815955123962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2898619815955123962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2898619815955123962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2898619815955123962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/mariners.html' title='Mariners'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/THwy3dNvlBI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZKdQ2im7ykw/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4560667124064268140</id><published>2010-08-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:14:39.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' the Riviera</title><content type='html'>We did something very big for our 10th Anniversary. We took a Mexican Riviera Cruise for 7 days!! It was such a surreal, awesome experience for us. Thank goodness I have a loving mother-in-law, and live-in sister, who took such great care of our kids while we were gone. I was such a stress-case before we left, and the first few days of the trip, but, I was finally able to let go, and relax, and just enjoy it. And, of course, the kids had a blast without us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYp-b8e8I/AAAAAAAACik/9mZ496i8tXw/s1600/cruise+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592447548652482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYp-b8e8I/AAAAAAAACik/9mZ496i8tXw/s400/cruise+%231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ship was, by far, our favorite part. It was huge, and so so fancy. We ate way too much food, and came back a lot bigger than when we left. But, it was so great to be waited on, and eat lots of fancy meals, and desserts. I am having a definite buffet, caffeine, and sugar withdrawal since being home. I am still feeling a little "sea-sick" too. I was paranoid that I picked up a parasite, or West Nile Virus in the 3rd World Country, but, the Dr. assured me it was a somewhat normal inner ear roblem. Let's hope it passes quickly. I have 3 very active, demanding children who wants Mommy's attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYpV8bkLI/AAAAAAAACic/wv3OmbaViP4/s1600/Cruise+Collage+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592436679053490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYpV8bkLI/AAAAAAAACic/wv3OmbaViP4/s400/Cruise+Collage+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at 3 ports in Mexico. Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan, and Puerto Vallarta. The first port was very interesting, because Jake did not have his luggage. He had worn the same thing for 3 days, and was getting very tired of it. We were supposed to be getting his luggage shipped to Cabo, but, it took them longer than expected, so we just didn't have time to enjoy it. And, with the 100 degree weather, and humidity, it wasn't very comfortable walking 40 minutes to get to the beach. The ocean was sooo warm though. And, it was my first experience swimming in salt water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592428784088450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYo4iH9YI/AAAAAAAACiU/LR7AEeT77nM/s400/Cruise+Collage+%233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mazatlan, we got totally ripped off by a Cab Driver, which made me really mad. They are quite sneaky down there, those natives. . . In Vallarta, we did a Zip Line through the jungle. It was hot, we were sweaty, and got eaten by mosquitoes, or ants, or something. My legs were covered in bites, from the knee down. Really itchy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYolpLIJI/AAAAAAAACiM/qiN92-B_ylI/s1600/Cruise+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592423713382546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYolpLIJI/AAAAAAAACiM/qiN92-B_ylI/s400/Cruise+%234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent a lot of time on the ship relaxing, sleeping in, reading, swimming in the pools, and hot tubs, and eating. We loved the many shows, and saw all of them. Our favorite was the Ice Show, which was so amazing, and made me totally wish I was a professional Figure Skater. I am so grateful for a wonderful, loving husband, who made this possible. It helped us remember how much fun we have together, and why we fell in love in the first place. We can't wait for our next Cruise!! Who's in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4560667124064268140?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4560667124064268140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4560667124064268140&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4560667124064268140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4560667124064268140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/cruisin-riviera.html' title='Cruisin&apos; the Riviera'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TGtYp-b8e8I/AAAAAAAACik/9mZ496i8tXw/s72-c/cruise+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7816810445906073861</id><published>2010-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:41:39.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEIaYRQXJI/AAAAAAAACiE/DaUVUyZgp_E/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499185869280533650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEIaYRQXJI/AAAAAAAACiE/DaUVUyZgp_E/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, regardless of a very cold, rocky start, Summer has finally reached the Pacific Northwest. It has been wonderful, sunny weather, and we've been trying to enjoy it while we can. I still have yet to post about our rainy Independence Day, and Tristan's birthday, because those pics are on Jake's phone. But, this is what we've been up to most recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEpYD0MBI/AAAAAAAACh0/kUy6gpKqIQg/s1600/kids+in+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499181728875687954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEpYD0MBI/AAAAAAAACh0/kUy6gpKqIQg/s400/kids+in+sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a jaunt up to Shoreline to visit my college girlfriend, and her family. She has 4 kids, including a set of twins, and the oldest just turned 5. And, she handles it beautifully. Wonderful children, wonderful house, wonderful mother. I am so glad that we can keep in touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEo_oTbqI/AAAAAAAAChs/DtDosrROcxM/s1600/kiddos+in+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499181722317844130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEo_oTbqI/AAAAAAAAChs/DtDosrROcxM/s400/kiddos+in+sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all the kids, minus Tristan. They all had such a good time, wading in the freezing water, and burying themselves in sand. I am still finding sand in the bathtub at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEor7ta4I/AAAAAAAAChk/pkz8gnqlJi0/s1600/Tristan+in+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499181717030529922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEEor7ta4I/AAAAAAAAChk/pkz8gnqlJi0/s400/Tristan+in+sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan liked it too. (Thanks for the pictures, Bree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBtVIB3gI/AAAAAAAAChc/dUOcsQl-jyQ/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499178498272648706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBtVIB3gI/AAAAAAAAChc/dUOcsQl-jyQ/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we had to attend the Renton River Days Parade. Mainly to see the SeaFair pirates. They were very entertaining, as usual. It was a hot day, but, the kids got a little candy, which made it worth it. We missed our usual "partners-in-crime," the other Kleins, who usually go with us. I guess they decided camping was more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBs2On0gI/AAAAAAAAChU/jYf3tyrC3gE/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499178489978802690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBs2On0gI/AAAAAAAAChU/jYf3tyrC3gE/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone want to take him? He's FREE! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBsSs7s2I/AAAAAAAAChM/hnXbtykRD6Q/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499178480442258274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBsSs7s2I/AAAAAAAAChM/hnXbtykRD6Q/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, and the kids, waiting for it to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBsM-76EI/AAAAAAAAChE/SNtD2wkvLRA/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499178478907156546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEBsM-76EI/AAAAAAAAChE/SNtD2wkvLRA/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure what this has to do with summer. I just thought it was quite the ensemble. A G.I. Joe Prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to take full advantage of Whitney, while she's here. This includes using the really cool waterslide that the family she nannies for has. The picture at the top of the post is of Tay, and Jace, one of the kids Whitney watches. They actually all play pretty well together. Their house is really cool too. We like to visit Whit at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499175157753186818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-q4uICgI/AAAAAAAACg0/ZsV8iKmIoa8/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rohnie slidin' down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-rihpl9I/AAAAAAAACg8/zGTbXsSBgzk/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499175168975149010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-rihpl9I/AAAAAAAACg8/zGTbXsSBgzk/s400/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cool dress-up outfit. Funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-qjTmltI/AAAAAAAACgs/N0Zej9e-YMg/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499175152004798162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-qjTmltI/AAAAAAAACgs/N0Zej9e-YMg/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan loves to chew on whole, ripe nectarines. He just gobbles them up. I almost have to bathe him afterwards, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-qFH3fFI/AAAAAAAACgk/GPjAF5GEkdg/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499175143902510162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-qFH3fFI/AAAAAAAACgk/GPjAF5GEkdg/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prince Caspian, and Belle going to a friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-pszPhVI/AAAAAAAACgc/kd_gCUEUaDM/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499175137373554002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFD-pszPhVI/AAAAAAAACgc/kd_gCUEUaDM/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spend the most time outside in our backyard, utilizing the swings, and playset. Of course, Tristan can't swing without his trusty golf club! Happy Summer, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7816810445906073861?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7816810445906073861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7816810445906073861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7816810445906073861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7816810445906073861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-times.html' title='Summer Times'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TFEIaYRQXJI/AAAAAAAACiE/DaUVUyZgp_E/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5257855784577451717</id><published>2010-07-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:02:39.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostbusters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/532Ln4y5xs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/532Ln4y5xs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are really no words to describe this. Pure Entertainment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5257855784577451717?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5257855784577451717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5257855784577451717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5257855784577451717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5257855784577451717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/ghostbusters.html' title='Ghostbusters'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5026074468232682798</id><published>2010-07-20T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:03:51.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>We took 10 days off to visit my family, and attend the Louis Hamblin Family Reunion. There are 10 kids in my Dad's family, and every year, one of those children are in charge of the Reunion. Well, this year it was my Dad's turn. He had been planning, and anticipating this all year long. Down to the very last detail, and it turned out awesome. I am so glad that we were able to go, participate in it, and support my dad. Because it's a 2 days drive to Montana, where my parents live, we wanted to make it worth it. So, we left a little early, and travelled to Idaho first, to visit my sister, Holly, and her family. After spending a few days reconnecting with her, and her family, we drove to Ekalaka, to the Reunion. I didn't get a camera until the last few days of the Reunion, so, I didn't get nearly enough pictures. And, even then, I was chasing around a very active 1 year old most of the time, and couldn't stop to snap a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496125428175086898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo9QteJTI/AAAAAAAACec/TJhjV_4SkGs/s400/058.jpg" /&gt; My favorite photo. Tristan loved my parents instantly, and was so friendly with everyone at the reunion. He has always been such a Momma's boy, but, he's starting to branch out, and let his personality shine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496128361315541938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrn_gpo7I/AAAAAAAACgM/hoXGJPTiWrM/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my new adorable nephew, Benson. He is the cutest, sweetest little baby. I just couldn't get enough of him. I am so sad that I won't be able to see him grow up. I just love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYroPwbGhI/AAAAAAAACgU/x2Xz3cOWI2E/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496128365676665362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYroPwbGhI/AAAAAAAACgU/x2Xz3cOWI2E/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids loved the baby so much. It made me remember when Tristan was that little. They grow up too darn fast! Benson smiled at Taylee a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrCPZjDfI/AAAAAAAACgE/waaDi7iwA3U/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496127712745688562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrCPZjDfI/AAAAAAAACgE/waaDi7iwA3U/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you stand the cuteness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrBvTsDvI/AAAAAAAACf8/3AH7CY_Bevs/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496127704131178226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrBvTsDvI/AAAAAAAACf8/3AH7CY_Bevs/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ekalaka doesn't have many things. But, it does have an outdoor pool. It's pretty much a piece of junk, but, we enjoyed the $1 price, and took advantage of it one day. Jake got pretty sunburned on the top of his head that day. Gonna have to remind him to put sunscreen up there now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrBDmaXCI/AAAAAAAACf0/zjYZhYtTDVw/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496127692398550050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrBDmaXCI/AAAAAAAACf0/zjYZhYtTDVw/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of our kids, and Holly's kids. On Friday of the Reunion, we ventured to Medora, North Dakota, which was a short 2 hour drive. It is a tourist town, famous for the Pitchfork Fondue, and western Musical. I went there about 10 years ago, before Jake and I got married. It was really really hot. But, the dinner and the Musical made it worth it. The Musical is performed in a big outdoor Ampitheater, western style. It was so fun, and my kids (minus Tristan, who went home with Grandma) loved it. It cooled down towards the end of the night, which was very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrAcSb-OI/AAAAAAAACfs/JCLofxHW6l4/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496127681845786850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYrAcSb-OI/AAAAAAAACfs/JCLofxHW6l4/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why we thought it would be a good idea to go Mini Golfing in 98 degree weather, but, we did. If my kids look hot, it's because they were very very hot. Us poor, die-hard, Pacific Northwesterners can't handle that much sun! It was really hard to take. After this, my kids were like zombies. Rohne was glazed over, and not even talking, until we got in the shade, took his shirt off, and drenched his head in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYq_8Uq8KI/AAAAAAAACfk/gTGFmkIJ21E/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496127673265221794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYq_8Uq8KI/AAAAAAAACfk/gTGFmkIJ21E/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan made it very hard for us to be good golfers, actually. But, he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYppZl7NnI/AAAAAAAACfc/F0Aj7bFGWEM/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126186473600626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYppZl7NnI/AAAAAAAACfc/F0Aj7bFGWEM/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake taking a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpo6bzZwI/AAAAAAAACfU/DQxarWeeO1w/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126178109646594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpo6bzZwI/AAAAAAAACfU/DQxarWeeO1w/s400/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They called all the kids up onto the stage during the Musical. The actors taught them a little song and dance, gave them a microphone, and let them perform. Taylee got really into it. Rohne wasn't so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpohNyDkI/AAAAAAAACfM/Vb2ivXkRmjE/s1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126171339951682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpohNyDkI/AAAAAAAACfM/Vb2ivXkRmjE/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Rohne watching the music. It was such a late night. We didn't get back to my parent's house until 1:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpoMTHa5I/AAAAAAAACfE/4adKyqqSDSw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126165725178770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpoMTHa5I/AAAAAAAACfE/4adKyqqSDSw/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Tay. She's already rolling her eyes at her Mom. What do we have in store? If you think I look tired, it's because I was very tired, and hot. Did I mention it was hot? It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpnlibt3I/AAAAAAAACe8/h0YR29GfxyA/s1600/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126155320440690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYpnlibt3I/AAAAAAAACe8/h0YR29GfxyA/s400/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nat and Baby Benson. She is such a good Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo_W97tXI/AAAAAAAACe0/CeWATFexZ4k/s1600/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496125464214484338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo_W97tXI/AAAAAAAACe0/CeWATFexZ4k/s400/044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Holly, and Benson. With the family dog, Missy in the background. My brothers weren't able to come to the Reunion, and Whit couldn't come either. So, it was just 3 sisters. It was really nice to spend time with them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo-0r3-cI/AAAAAAAACes/cahWXVuo0iA/s1600/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496125455011936706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo-0r3-cI/AAAAAAAACes/cahWXVuo0iA/s400/052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Grandma Margaret Hamblin. The Matriarch of the group. We celebrated her Birthday while there. She gave a speech that made me cry my eyes out. She is so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo-EnCipI/AAAAAAAACek/HqyOnabg0Vg/s1600/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496125442106755730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo-EnCipI/AAAAAAAACek/HqyOnabg0Vg/s400/050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, what family gathering would be complete, without a little sing-along and talent show. Here's my mom and dad, with my Uncle Garth and Aunt Ellen. Believe it or not, they used to be in a band together, back in the day. They still sound fabulous together. So much talent! Taylee performed a little number, and did great. She loved all the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left early Sunday morning, and headed for home. We stayed halfway in a hotel, which was in  Missoula, MT.  I have a good friend, from childhood, who lives there, and we had planned on meeting up.  However, one of us got the dates mixed up, and she was gone camping.  But, we saw each other for a very short minute before we headed out of town, and she went to work.  I had fully planned on taking a picture, but, I forgot. We then travelled the rest of the way home the next day. The last few hours in the car were torture. For all of us. The baby cried, the kids screamed, and I felt like screaming. But, it was good to finally be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo8_vznLI/AAAAAAAACeU/lhe3U7ff3y8/s1600/060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496125423621479602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo8_vznLI/AAAAAAAACeU/lhe3U7ff3y8/s400/060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I gave Taylee a bath in the hotel, the water was draining, and Tristan crawled right in, fully clothed. He was very proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5026074468232682798?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5026074468232682798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5026074468232682798&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5026074468232682798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5026074468232682798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TEYo9QteJTI/AAAAAAAACec/TJhjV_4SkGs/s72-c/058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6979226710151279007</id><published>2010-07-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:01:23.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing Bub has a Camera!</title><content type='html'>Here's a few pictures from Whit's camera.  We sure love having her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sUIOW02I/AAAAAAAACeM/Kgoqjv66S0g/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489725563848807266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sUIOW02I/AAAAAAAACeM/Kgoqjv66S0g/s400/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sIrnYwpI/AAAAAAAACeE/3adzrLmkLoA/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489725367190602386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sIrnYwpI/AAAAAAAACeE/3adzrLmkLoA/s400/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sITj1ltI/AAAAAAAACd8/2ajqDx4ytw0/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489725360733263570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sITj1ltI/AAAAAAAACd8/2ajqDx4ytw0/s400/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sHcSVQNI/AAAAAAAACd0/QUq2gLmxaFY/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489725345895891154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sHcSVQNI/AAAAAAAACd0/QUq2gLmxaFY/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rysQawuI/AAAAAAAACds/M4SawiM5NfI/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724989405577954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rysQawuI/AAAAAAAACds/M4SawiM5NfI/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9ryNthW6I/AAAAAAAACdk/lPSvf6HCNQI/s1600/047+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724981206145954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9ryNthW6I/AAAAAAAACdk/lPSvf6HCNQI/s400/047+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rxtW0ReI/AAAAAAAACdc/GbB5oD1zUZU/s1600/035+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724972520981986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rxtW0ReI/AAAAAAAACdc/GbB5oD1zUZU/s400/035+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rxSkhG9I/AAAAAAAACdU/uvMpqnJ0IvM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724965330688978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rxSkhG9I/AAAAAAAACdU/uvMpqnJ0IvM/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rwi6lmsI/AAAAAAAACdM/wBB9bKdIYFg/s1600/008+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724952538356418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9rwi6lmsI/AAAAAAAACdM/wBB9bKdIYFg/s400/008+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6979226710151279007?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6979226710151279007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6979226710151279007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6979226710151279007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6979226710151279007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-thing-bub-has-camera.html' title='Good thing Bub has a Camera!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TC9sUIOW02I/AAAAAAAACeM/Kgoqjv66S0g/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8206080256577628984</id><published>2010-06-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:20:39.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update minus pictures</title><content type='html'>So, I broke my camera.  And, it was not even quite a year old.  Sad. . . I will spare you the deets, but, it was all my fault.  So, until I can go and buy a new camera, there are no pictures.  Sorry.  Here's a little update for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taylee lost her first tooth.  It had been wigglin' for awhile, and she was so excited for it to fall out.  She was eating an ice cream cone, of all things, and it got really loose, and she pulled it out, all by herself.  There was a little blood, which she even got on her shirt.  But, she didn't freak out at all.  She loved it, and was so proud!  What a big girl!  She looks so cute with a gap in her bottom teeth.  The tooth fairy graciously gave her $2.00, which she was absolutely thrilled about.  She's growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tay and Rohne attended their first Day Camp last week.  It was my good friend's daughter who put it on, and it was just out of their house.  Pretty low key, but, they loved every minute.  They also started swimming lessons this week.  It's a little hard to get all the kids ready, and out the door by 8:30 in the morning, but, they're really enjoying it.  We have had a severe shortage of warm weather this summer, hence, not very much outdoor swimming.  At least this is giving them their fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tristan is sleeping through the night!!!  (Pretty much, mostly, one time doesn't count, right?)  All I know, is that I am finally feeling like I can read before bed, and I don't go to him nearly as much.  It took a year, but, at least he's there, right?  Hooray! Because he is sleeping more at night, he now thinks that he only needs one nap.  This is a little exhausting for Mommy, because he is still so young, and definitely needs that second nap still.  He now has upper and lower molars, and one I-tooth has pushed through, with the other close behind.  I will be so glad to have teething done!  It makes for a grouchy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing new for the parents, unfortunately.  Jake's working, and I'm working at home.  I can't wait to go see Eclipse tonight at midnight with the girls!!  I'm gonna need some major caffiene so I can stay awake though.  And, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, after such a long night.  It better be worth it, that's all I can say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-8206080256577628984?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8206080256577628984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8206080256577628984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8206080256577628984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8206080256577628984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-minus-pictures.html' title='Update minus pictures'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2283103905123503438</id><published>2010-06-12T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:14:00.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQeTj8AkI/AAAAAAAACdE/iW3bVAPegFc/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482024759249863234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQeTj8AkI/AAAAAAAACdE/iW3bVAPegFc/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay's Ballet Recital was today. She was so cute, and wonderful, I just cried through the whole thing. It's so wonderful watching her do something that she absolutes loves, and excels at. She tends to be a very shy, partly withdrawn little girl in group situations. But, when she is performing in front of people, she lights up, and comes to life. She is never even nervous before she goes on, or while she's out there. Watching her today just reaffirmed the fact, that I will be keeping her in dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQdwSRFdI/AAAAAAAACc8/kFvSvTlBofA/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482024749780506066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQdwSRFdI/AAAAAAAACc8/kFvSvTlBofA/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's her little group of friends she did Ballet with. It was nice to have all our girls in the same class. We could carpool together, and they grew to become great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQdYcH4hI/AAAAAAAACc0/N3UhTPFEt-c/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482024743379395090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQdYcH4hI/AAAAAAAACc0/N3UhTPFEt-c/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQcsCIreI/AAAAAAAACcs/NzklO0Lc8fA/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482024731459235298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQcsCIreI/AAAAAAAACcs/NzklO0Lc8fA/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, who can say DIVA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQcJ7_doI/AAAAAAAACck/W1K6_RpKLhk/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482024722306659970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQcJ7_doI/AAAAAAAACck/W1K6_RpKLhk/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my Ballerina girl! Good job, Tay, we love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2283103905123503438?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2283103905123503438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2283103905123503438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2283103905123503438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2283103905123503438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/ballet-recital.html' title='Ballet Recital'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBQQeTj8AkI/AAAAAAAACdE/iW3bVAPegFc/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6263681569086426193</id><published>2010-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:57:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a Preschool Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBJAU09q1YI/AAAAAAAACcc/rUlmBvRi34s/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481514423022179714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBJAU09q1YI/AAAAAAAACcc/rUlmBvRi34s/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Tay's done with preschool. It was kind of a rocky year. I have always gone back and forth about preschool. I've never thought that kids really need it. And, it's so so expensive here to enroll your kids. My stance has always been that there's no better place for children to learn than in the comfort of their own homes, with a loving parent teaching them. However, Mr. Fussypants threw off my groove a little bit, and I found myself spending less and less time teaching Tay at home. We got lucky that there was a move-out, so space opened up in a neighborhood preschool, and I enrolled her. I haven't always agreed with the teacher, but, I think she genuinely cares about the children, and, we've had a pretty positive experience. I'm glad it's done though. I'm ready for a more laid-back schedule, before I enter into the world of PTA, school lunches, yellow buses, and everything else that comes with the public school system. I am going to cherish these 3 months of summer, that's for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380902035512322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHG44hv3AI/AAAAAAAACb8/SPn3nb6s5-Q/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;Tay, and her teacher, Miss Tammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHXGQJ52I/AAAAAAAACcU/qGTcZcfHG3A/s1600/photo+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481381421115893602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHXGQJ52I/AAAAAAAACcU/qGTcZcfHG3A/s400/photo+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay, and her cousin, Samantha, leaving Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHW05ViuI/AAAAAAAACcM/m01HA934IB4/s1600/photo+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481381416456784610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHW05ViuI/AAAAAAAACcM/m01HA934IB4/s400/photo+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 cute girlies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHWdkORKI/AAAAAAAACcE/9oKDYpaNBhM/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481381410194212002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHHWdkORKI/AAAAAAAACcE/9oKDYpaNBhM/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tay, and her friend, Syd. They had lots of fun together in school together this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHG4kt_xoI/AAAAAAAACb0/13tTTFOhISI/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380896718177922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHG4kt_xoI/AAAAAAAACb0/13tTTFOhISI/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture mainly to show Tay's gorgeous hair. It took me a good 30-45 minutes to curl all of her hair in ringlets. It looked so pretty though. She loved it. We called her Shirley Temple, Goldilocks, and Alice in Wonderland throughout the night. That girl loves any excuse to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHG3t38yqI/AAAAAAAACbk/RIydUtIsm7Q/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380881995975330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBHG3t38yqI/AAAAAAAACbk/RIydUtIsm7Q/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so happy, and beaming all night. Always our little performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHMowZuSKJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHMowZuSKJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this is a 3 minute video. I just had to show how cute it was. All the kids did such a great job, and I was so stinkin' proud of my girly. Enjoy!&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/3493252274303081190-6263681569086426193?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6263681569086426193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6263681569086426193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6263681569086426193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6263681569086426193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-is-preschool-graduate.html' title='We have a Preschool Graduate!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBJAU09q1YI/AAAAAAAACcc/rUlmBvRi34s/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6919419312715075004</id><published>2010-06-09T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:42:09.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Summer, Where Art Thou? And, a few random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480919034076395154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAi0oTM9pI/AAAAAAAACbc/TVpIYW1hTWQ/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;First of all, it has been raining and raining and raining around here. It is NOT FUN!! My little guy has been really sick. Really bad croup, fever, diarrhea, all the works. And, he was sleeping so good. . . This is the first way bad sickness he has ever had, and it has made him one grouchy baby. In the picture above, he had a fever of 101, (up to 103 when we got home) but we still went to the pool. The older kids were too stir crazy, Jake was gone, and I HAD to get them out of the house.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480918877589326162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAirhVxyVI/AAAAAAAACbU/RZq5AvYaZdE/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;Tay's friends had a wonderful Fairy Party for their 6th Birthdays. Taylee had been waiting for it, staring at the invitation for weeks. She had picked out her fairy outfit well in advance, and couldn't wait to wear it out. The party was so beautiful, and fabulous. She can't wait for her birthday now, and asks all the time if it's August yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAirPtZD8I/AAAAAAAACbM/y4Zc3joNtUU/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480918872856530882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAirPtZD8I/AAAAAAAACbM/y4Zc3joNtUU/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday, we did have a gorgeous day, and headed to our first outing at the Maple Hills Pool. (Thanks to my great sister-in-law for inviting us). It was a big step for the kids, because every other year, they have just played in the little baby pool. But, this time they played in the kid's end with all the other kids. They had so much fun. It was a great 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAiq0DAXOI/AAAAAAAACbE/6IqdnEOUJow/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480918865430994146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAiq0DAXOI/AAAAAAAACbE/6IqdnEOUJow/s400/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Samantha demonstrating to them how she puts her whole face underwater. She was gettin' a little annoyed with them when they wouldn't follow her instructions. . . They both start swimming lessons again in a couple weeks. Maybe after that, they'll be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAiqdvtBxI/AAAAAAAACa8/2GwUJ7mMdJA/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480918859444455186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAiqdvtBxI/AAAAAAAACa8/2GwUJ7mMdJA/s400/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, to top it off, when I went to Church on Sunday, I came back to my baby, with a "Shiner." I couldn't get it very good on camera. But, if you look closely, it's swollen and purple underneath is right eye. He bumped his face on the high chair, and the little kid's table. I'm sure there will be many more in his future, if he's at all like his big bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAip7CuvXI/AAAAAAAACa0/aMAWv5ZRw_s/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480918850129018226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAip7CuvXI/AAAAAAAACa0/aMAWv5ZRw_s/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another sort of good picture of it. This is what he does when I try to take his picture lately. His "Cheese" I guess you could call it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have Tay's Ballet Recital, and Preschool Graduation this week. After that, we're pretty much released for the summer. Still counting down the days until the Hamblin Family Reunion, 10 year Anniversary, and Mr. FussyPants's 1st Birthday! Please send sunshine vibes our way. We really need them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6919419312715075004?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6919419312715075004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6919419312715075004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6919419312715075004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6919419312715075004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-summer-where-art-thou-and-few-random.html' title='Oh, Summer, Where Art Thou? And, a few random things'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TBAi0oTM9pI/AAAAAAAACbc/TVpIYW1hTWQ/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7095894393077135342</id><published>2010-06-03T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:21:05.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It. . .</title><content type='html'>--When the theme song to "Gilmore Girls" comes on, and the baby turns to watch.  He has heard it since he was in the womb. Still my favorite show ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When my kids play with each other for 3 hours straight.  And, the baby's sleeping.  It's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That preschool is almost over.  Being out the door in the morning by 8:50 A.M. 3 days a week was getting old.  Bring on Kindergarten, and the big yellow school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That I can finally, finally fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans.  All but one pair.  Still workin' on my waist, but, I'm seeing results, and it feels good.  LTL is Awesome!  If you want to know more about LTL, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That it has rained and rained for 500 days straight.  Gotta love Seattle in the Spring! (Yeah Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That Jake can set his own schedule.  It's so nice to have him around when I need him.  Hooray for running your own business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That I've been married 10 years next month to a wonderful man.  We're gonna do something awesome for our Anniversary.  Just wait for the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That my baby is almost a year old.  I know, it's sad he's growing up.  But, I seriously wondered when I had my 3rd child, if I would ever survive a year.  I did.  He's so so so cute, and fun, and I love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--(Another sarcastic one) That I can't run anymore.  I was supposed to do the Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon here on June 26th, but, I really injured my hip a couple months ago.  Still can't run without limping for days afterwards.  It sucks getting old. I am once again discovering my love for Aerobics though, thanks to my gym membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That my sister's here.  It's so nice to feel some family love every day.  And, she cleans my house for me, and watches my kids whenever I want her to. She's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--That's all!  I just really needed to update the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7095894393077135342?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7095894393077135342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7095894393077135342&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7095894393077135342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7095894393077135342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-it.html' title='I Love It. . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5327701962870089408</id><published>2010-05-31T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:35:52.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out my New Nephew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he Beautiful?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TARiIaURg2I/AAAAAAAACag/beqafDJyFF8/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477610943432196962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TARiIaURg2I/AAAAAAAACag/beqafDJyFF8/s400/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benson Bryce Jolley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents: My lovely sister, Natali, and her husband Bryce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born: May 24, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight: 8 lb. 10 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After trying for a baby for nearly 3 years, we were so excited that Nat was able to add to our Hamblin brood of boys!!  It was a long, hard labor (I mean, 33 hours hard), but, she is doing wonderfully.  I can't wait to meet him at our Family Reunion next month!! Congrats Nat &amp;amp; Bryce!  We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/3493252274303081190-5327701962870089408?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5327701962870089408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5327701962870089408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5327701962870089408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5327701962870089408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-out-my-new-nephew.html' title='Check Out my New Nephew!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/TARiIaURg2I/AAAAAAAACag/beqafDJyFF8/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7808135123576004862</id><published>2010-05-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:05:03.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a Walker Now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCZQkrYbbpQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCZQkrYbbpQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8Ygp77W8ZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8Ygp77W8ZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeJ603em-UQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeJ603em-UQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tristan started walking!!  At 10 months!!  It took him a couple weeks to perfect it, and, he still falls a lot, but, he gets right back up, and walks more than he crawls now.  How did he get so big?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7808135123576004862?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7808135123576004862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7808135123576004862&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7808135123576004862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7808135123576004862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-walker-now.html' title='He&apos;s a Walker Now!!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3661850649372226849</id><published>2010-05-11T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:58:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ol' Same Ol'</title><content type='html'>So, I know I said I would be a better blogger.  And, I fully intend to.  We just don't have a lot going on lately.  Just the same things.  And, I realize when I do have pictures to post, that they're all of Tristan.  Not fair.  So, I'm going to start taking pictures of all my kids more, and doing exciting things.  How's that for a resolution? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113737458320386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_dlowBAI/AAAAAAAACaA/Q4GJWs-plFc/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't resist!!  Who doesn't love a dimpley baby bum?  This boy is almost walking.  He takes 5-6 steps at a time now.  So, just working on more balance.  Then he'll be rearin' to go.  Oh, what excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113566136107554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_TnaWgiI/AAAAAAAACZg/Hrfc7v01XXc/s400/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to race to the stairs, and see how far he can climb before I come and retrieve him.  Yes, he has taken a few spills.  With bruises to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113193438399826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m-97ASzVI/AAAAAAAACZY/b-1vAaREwqg/s400/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sportin' a little faux-hawk.  Love my Babe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-nATghrDuI/AAAAAAAACaQ/zHuNJqk-Jl4/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470114663799394018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-nATghrDuI/AAAAAAAACaQ/zHuNJqk-Jl4/s400/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is right around the corner, and we are soooo ready for it to be here already!  We have had some great 70 degree days.  And, it's nice to get some Vitamin D.  Jake found this really cool park in Kirkland we went to last week.  The kids had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_qgF8OII/AAAAAAAACaI/RH5geYEuEHY/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113959308441730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_qgF8OII/AAAAAAAACaI/RH5geYEuEHY/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Tristan at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_VRtaQBI/AAAAAAAACZ4/wF3MEIN7TOY/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113594670202898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_VRtaQBI/AAAAAAAACZ4/wF3MEIN7TOY/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A great Tire Swing.  Just watching the kids do it made me sick to my stomach.  They enjoyed it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_U0vZa2I/AAAAAAAACZw/FNXw_G4jcSI/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113586893908834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_U0vZa2I/AAAAAAAACZw/FNXw_G4jcSI/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a couple pictures of the cool park.  Who wants to come with us next time?  Anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_URM1ipI/AAAAAAAACZo/0XlNS40NfX0/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113577353710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_URM1ipI/AAAAAAAACZo/0XlNS40NfX0/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a little update on us: Whitney found a nanny job with a great family, and is happy to have a little income.  Her, Jake, and I started a new diet/exercise program.  We are on Week 2, and I'm hungry and grouchy!  Why oh why do we all have to get old and go on diets?  I just want to eat ice cream and chocolate all day long.  Let's hope this program works for all of us.  Because it's not easy. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-3661850649372226849?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3661850649372226849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3661850649372226849&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3661850649372226849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3661850649372226849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/05/same-ol-same-ol.html' title='Same Ol&apos; Same Ol&apos;'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S-m_dlowBAI/AAAAAAAACaA/Q4GJWs-plFc/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2449200438381578034</id><published>2010-04-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:10:20.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, I guess I've been a bit of a blog slacker lately. Here's a few things to update you all on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tristan is officially 9 months old! At his appointment, he was 21 pounds 5 oz., and he was 29 inches long. He is in the 50-75% in everything. His growth is slowing a little, since he is now so mobile. He loves to cruise around, and cause trouble. He caught a really bad cold last week, (along with all of us, including me) and has been really grouchy. It seems to be hanging on, and I just wish it would go away! He's sleeping a little better at night. In fact, one night last week, I was feeling very under the weather, so, Jake said he would take him all night. Well, I didn't hear him until quarter to 5 in the morning!! Jake totally lucked out. That's the first time he's done that EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taylee and Rohne are loving the warmer weather we have been having. They ask me all day long to go to the park, and ride their bikes. I think we're going to work on no training wheels pretty soon. . . Tay is loving Ballet, and enjoys showing me all of her great moves when she comes home on Saturdays. She can't wait until the Recital in June. I pulled her out of preschool for awhile, because of "issues," but, after a long discussion with her teacher, I decided to put her back in, and she is doing much better. She is so excited for Kindergarten, and is getting great at sounding out words, spelling, and doing simple math. Rohne also goes to preschool once a week, and absolutely loves it. He is our little social butterfly. He loves to make friends, and worships the older boys, who take time to play with him. He has so much energy, and every day is another challenge in finding ways for him to expend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jake started a new job about a month ago. It has been really scarey for me, but, not for him. He is always so positive, and is doing just great. It is so nice to have him be his own boss again, and not having anyone micro-managing him. He does so much better when he is in control. We're thinking this job could possibly be "IT." We had to get our own Health Insurance, and now we have to pay our own taxes, but, the payoff is so much better. A husband happy with his job, makes for a happier family! He has been up to his ears in Stake and Regional Basketball, and it is Softball season again too. He really loves softball, and although it takes him away from the home more than I would like, it is his release. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he deserves it. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whitney is here again for the summer! She is frantically looking for a job. I hope something turns up soon. It will be nice to have her around for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am always feeling my age lately. I have been training for another Half Marathon in June. It feels like just when I start seeing results, something sets me back. I got a bad cold, and pulled a muscle, so, I didn't run for awhile. And, I feel like I'm starting all over! Ugh. I still have those pesky 12 pounds hanging on, and I'm getting really MAD at them. I just wanna be able to fit into my jeans again. I do NOT want to have to buy a size up. I also have no excuse now. My baby is 9 months. "It takes 9 months to put it on, and that long to take it off." Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few pictures of the park the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88cJTqnH0I/AAAAAAAACZQ/NOU4aYxpX64/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462615819247099714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88cJTqnH0I/AAAAAAAACZQ/NOU4aYxpX64/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b--NSSZI/AAAAAAAACZI/nq_9QDdvyUY/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462615641688263058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b--NSSZI/AAAAAAAACZI/nq_9QDdvyUY/s400/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b-Q4gh8I/AAAAAAAACZA/nH5dC99m1DM/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462615629521520578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b-Q4gh8I/AAAAAAAACZA/nH5dC99m1DM/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b9iP3JAI/AAAAAAAACY4/CI8XTUjDbUQ/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462615617003004930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88b9iP3JAI/AAAAAAAACY4/CI8XTUjDbUQ/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll try to be better at keeping up the blog from now on. Hope everyone is doing good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2449200438381578034?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2449200438381578034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2449200438381578034&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2449200438381578034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2449200438381578034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S88cJTqnH0I/AAAAAAAACZQ/NOU4aYxpX64/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6002349937932898090</id><published>2010-04-05T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:52:16.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S7pbAZIP6UI/AAAAAAAACYw/7QBKYjdApPI/s1600/Easter+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456773960816388418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S7pbAZIP6UI/AAAAAAAACYw/7QBKYjdApPI/s400/Easter+Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fun Easter this year.  It included all of the fun things like dyeing eggs, Easter Egg Hunts, dinner at Grandmas, and new Easter clothes.  I think the pictures tell the story.  I am so thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who gave to us His Son so many years ago.  And, for the glorious Resurrection which makes it possible for us to live with Him again.  Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6002349937932898090?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6002349937932898090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6002349937932898090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6002349937932898090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6002349937932898090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-days.html' title='Easter Days'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S7pbAZIP6UI/AAAAAAAACYw/7QBKYjdApPI/s72-c/Easter+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3528694227343860241</id><published>2010-03-31T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:10:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Baby Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jk-ozSJjG3w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jk-ozSJjG3w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who really wants to watch another video of my cute baby? Maybe no one. Well, my sisters, and my mom better watch, or else... I just had to put this one on. He is getting so darn cute, and I can't help but squeeze him, and kiss him all day long. Since he started moving around, crawling, pulling himself up, and cruising around furniture, he is (knock on wood, many many times) getting to be a much happier baby. Although I have always loved my baby, with all my heart. . . since he's been easier, it makes me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him more. I get excited when he is waking up, so, I can play with him. I used to cringe at the sound of a waking baby. He still doesn't sleep at night, but, let's take it one step at a time, okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454922625893108690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S7PHOhGZi9I/AAAAAAAACYg/ZmTmJ3tNac8/s400/003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to prove to you I do take pictures of my other kids once in awhile, here's Tay. She was brushing her teeth, and posing in the mirror. This girl LOVES to look at herself. Don't you wish we all had the confidence of a 5 year old?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-3528694227343860241?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3528694227343860241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3528694227343860241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3528694227343860241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3528694227343860241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/bye-bye-baby-food.html' title='Bye Bye Baby Food'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S7PHOhGZi9I/AAAAAAAACYg/ZmTmJ3tNac8/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-305427661708312732</id><published>2010-03-24T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:02:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Growin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9Zt6gQCI/AAAAAAAACYY/kX6vRNlUACU/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452237810916409378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9Zt6gQCI/AAAAAAAACYY/kX6vRNlUACU/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan is growing and changing every day. He is getting to be such a big boy, and I feel like if I don't document these things, they will be gone, and forgotten. He is moving around like crazy, and always leaves a wave of destruction in his wake. He yearns for the day when he will be able to play with his older siblings, and follows them around everywhere. Sometimes, much to their dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9ZCnPgcI/AAAAAAAACYQ/uSZP0Lsqgs4/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452237799292895682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9ZCnPgcI/AAAAAAAACYQ/uSZP0Lsqgs4/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to watch the kids play outside. He stands up to the window, and bangs on it, and laughs at them. I let him go out there a couple times, but, the grass and rocks kept making their way into his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9YpkI-SI/AAAAAAAACYI/xfpuyeNfEXw/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452237792568998178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9YpkI-SI/AAAAAAAACYI/xfpuyeNfEXw/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Crossroads Mall for a fun, family night. It's hard to believe that Tristan is old enough to be riding the toys with his big brother. He loved being included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This video consists of his favorite activities.  Crawling, Climbing, and Screaming.  I am constantly pulling him off the stairs.  We found our gate, and started closing off the stairs.  Boy, does he throw a tantrum when he gets to that gate!!  I guess I better start teaching him how to go down!  He babbles a lot, but, mainly just screams when he is happy (and sad).  This can be a problem in Sacrament Meeting, when it's totally silent, except for my child, who I can't get to be quiet.  And, at Red Robin with the whole Klein clan last weekend, he made a blind man VERY mad!  Enjoy a little glimpse into the Tristan world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9R_A5YLEdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9R_A5YLEdA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-305427661708312732?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/305427661708312732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=305427661708312732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/305427661708312732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/305427661708312732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-whos-growin.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Growin&apos;!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6o9Zt6gQCI/AAAAAAAACYY/kX6vRNlUACU/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7666803469350253835</id><published>2010-03-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:44:40.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC6Io8vrI/AAAAAAAACYA/fpnS7OCGsvE/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962390427778738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC6Io8vrI/AAAAAAAACYA/fpnS7OCGsvE/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The BYU Theater Ballet came and did a concert in Burien last week.  It was a great excuse to get together with the girls, and watch some dancing.  We have always wanted to take Tay to the "Nutcracker," but, have never had the courage to fork over the big bucks.  These tickets were significantly cheaper, and, she's still so young, I wanted to see how she'd like it. All the girls dressed up in their fancy dresses, and were so excited to see real ballerinas.  In the picture above, the girls are with "Cinderella," which was their favorite Ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC5tUIknI/AAAAAAAACX4/qDnWk9o-YVM/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962383092716146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC5tUIknI/AAAAAAAACX4/qDnWk9o-YVM/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the show, we stopped and got cupcakes and smoothies.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC5NDdW4I/AAAAAAAACXw/hAnv2HxWw8w/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962374432840578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC5NDdW4I/AAAAAAAACXw/hAnv2HxWw8w/s400/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the girls before the show started.  It was general seating, so, we went kind of early.  But, we ended up with great seats, and everyone could see really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC49l4ZjI/AAAAAAAACXo/dvkAAW53Rzc/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962370282251826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC49l4ZjI/AAAAAAAACXo/dvkAAW53Rzc/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun night.  Let's make it a point to do this more often!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-7666803469350253835?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7666803469350253835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7666803469350253835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7666803469350253835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7666803469350253835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-daughter-date.html' title='Mommy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6lC6Io8vrI/AAAAAAAACYA/fpnS7OCGsvE/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5272146480041203480</id><published>2010-03-16T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:50:57.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend, we headed up to Lopez Island with some friends, for a little R&amp;amp;R. It was such a good break, and so much fun! We celebrated Birthdays, spent some time outside, chatted, and plahyed lots of games. There were 11 kids, including Mr. Fussy Pants, so the children were well entertained by each other. We Did Not want to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375163198742914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR1sJMIYI/AAAAAAAACWA/91utuoe61-I/s400/002.jpg" /&gt; The girls having a birthday lunch. This place had the Yummiest quiche ever, and I can't stop thinking about that "pot au chocolate." If you haven't had one, you MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASolAyaEI/AAAAAAAACXg/P_uaH6JniF0/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449376037457782850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASolAyaEI/AAAAAAAACXg/P_uaH6JniF0/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys, minus Rohnie, who unfortunately, had to be in Time-Out for playing a little too rough with the little ones. He was so excited to be with the Big Boys. He followed them around everywhere, and they were so nice to include him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASoesZHaI/AAAAAAAACXY/_S7V8F-9J84/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449376035761626530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASoesZHaI/AAAAAAAACXY/_S7V8F-9J84/s400/003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 beautiful girlies watching Saturday morning cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASdqhJTnI/AAAAAAAACXQ/8RaCRF3ckZ0/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375849957117554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASdqhJTnI/AAAAAAAACXQ/8RaCRF3ckZ0/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a hike to "Shark Reef." Just beautiful. The kids climbed on the rocks, searching for crabs, snails, and seashells. There were seals sunbathing on a distant island, and the weather was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASVgymxlI/AAAAAAAACXI/xY8ZWiG74Ak/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375709907043922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASVgymxlI/AAAAAAAACXI/xY8ZWiG74Ak/s400/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne did this pose in every picture. Not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASVO0Jk8I/AAAAAAAACXA/XSBjRu9NyIE/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375705081680834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASVO0Jk8I/AAAAAAAACXA/XSBjRu9NyIE/s400/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay and R. bonded over playing Chess. 5 year old Chess is probably much more exciting than the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASUnEw-jI/AAAAAAAACW4/7YoCx8-_kkE/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375694413953586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASUnEw-jI/AAAAAAAACW4/7YoCx8-_kkE/s400/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group enjoying the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AST2URJXI/AAAAAAAACWw/7uNNLTaC7no/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375681325639026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AST2URJXI/AAAAAAAACWw/7uNNLTaC7no/s400/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASTIrdQbI/AAAAAAAACWo/EY-gCkIjMSk/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375669074870706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6ASTIrdQbI/AAAAAAAACWo/EY-gCkIjMSk/s400/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake was nice enough to carry Tristan in the carrier the whole time. They both loved it! I made a mental note to "spend more time outdoors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR4I-9pZI/AAAAAAAACWg/lrjWL2Lz4UE/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375205300217234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR4I-9pZI/AAAAAAAACWg/lrjWL2Lz4UE/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leading the way back to the vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR3uOt2gI/AAAAAAAACWY/SrRaabms8os/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375198118533634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR3uOt2gI/AAAAAAAACWY/SrRaabms8os/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet, sweet D. and Taylee enjoying the view from the Ferry. We fell in love with this little guy. I mean, really, how could you not? You should hear him talk! He celebrated his 3rd Birthay while we were there, and I know his mother is relishing every minute of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR23MAhVI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Rnhw5M2Wdg0/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375183343224146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR23MAhVI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Rnhw5M2Wdg0/s400/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 pretty ladies relaxing on the ride home to the "mainland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR2fJN0eI/AAAAAAAACWI/dsJReAoRrSg/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449375176889061858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR2fJN0eI/AAAAAAAACWI/dsJReAoRrSg/s400/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, my favorite picture of the bunch. Pure deliciousness. S. was so good with Tristan. I think Mr. Fussy enjoyed all the attention he got from the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5272146480041203480?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5272146480041203480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5272146480041203480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5272146480041203480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5272146480041203480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S6AR1sJMIYI/AAAAAAAACWA/91utuoe61-I/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7984565109722239284</id><published>2010-03-05T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:09:42.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting some "Sunshine in our Lives"</title><content type='html'>This past week, Rohne got the stomach flu, so we have been pretty confined to the house.  No preschool, outings, or anything.  My boys tend to get a little stir-crazy, so we saw a glimpse of sunshine, and headed outside this morning.  I couldn't talk Tay into coming with us, though.  My poor children, growing up in no-sun Washington, get a little sensitive when it comes to bright sunshine.  Whenever I open up the shades in the morning, they complain that it's too bright.  I inform them that we need some "sunshine in our lives."  It's good for them.  I had to snap some pictures, since I haven't for a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_wmDfJhI/AAAAAAAACV4/CUr47VZ6AQQ/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445273897293260306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_wmDfJhI/AAAAAAAACV4/CUr47VZ6AQQ/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan loves to go down the slide with his big brother.  And, Rohnie takes such good care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_v_Q1TKI/AAAAAAAACVw/vPuLZjNVEVA/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445273886880255138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_v_Q1TKI/AAAAAAAACVw/vPuLZjNVEVA/s400/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohnie with his Spiderman bike he got from Santa.  I think this summer, we need to get those training wheels off.  He's gettin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_vPaGiLI/AAAAAAAACVo/FlDzSqBE-ak/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445273874034231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_vPaGiLI/AAAAAAAACVo/FlDzSqBE-ak/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet, angel face&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-7984565109722239284?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7984565109722239284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7984565109722239284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7984565109722239284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7984565109722239284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-some-sunshine-in-our-lives.html' title='Getting some &quot;Sunshine in our Lives&quot;'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S5F_wmDfJhI/AAAAAAAACV4/CUr47VZ6AQQ/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5007896029958932704</id><published>2010-03-02T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:11:55.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, for those of you who still have your wisdom teeth. . . . I really hope you don't have to remove them, because it is sooo not fun getting them out!! I think that it is far worse than having a baby. At least when you go through childbirth, you have something beautiful to show for it, right? I am hurting all the time, and I have nothing to show but big, gaping holes for food to get stuck in. Most people told me that it actually wasn't that bad. But, those people were usually A LOT younger than me, and, if you haven't already noticed, I am not a good healer. It takes me a long time to recover from things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was good having my mom here for a week to help. But, she ended up catching a bad cold, from my kids, and was worse off than me. We were quite a pair, I tell ya. I was dizzy, and a little high, from all the painkillers, and my mom could hardly stand up, and breathe. To top it off, I ended up getting "dry socket." If you don't know what that is, I'm not gonna tell you. But, it hurts a lot, and makes your mouth very gross. My trusty Vicodin became my best friend after that, and, I actually understand now, why people could get addicted. I wish I didn't have to take it, but, it's the only way I can manage right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stuck my mom on a plane last Friday, and I was actually ready for her to go home, for her sake. She wouldn't rest, because she kept wanting to take care of me, and the kids. And, I just wanted her to get better. She's had a rough winter. Anyways, for now, I'm living on Vicodin (happy me!) and Ibuprofen. The kids caught the stomach flu, and I am up to my ears with tummy troubles. Tristan is as crazy as ever. I still can't get him to crawl normally, but, he is pulling himself up on things now. Growing up, right before our eyes, the little stinker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it's March already. The year of 2010 has already been an adventure for our little family, and I know it's "only just begun" (Name that tune). The Lord is on our side, though, and He will help me leap through these new windows of change. No matter how uncomfortable it is for me to do so.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444112098570256098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S41fHAivvuI/AAAAAAAACVg/ja__19Fi-JE/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how I found our little guy after his morning nap. So proud of himself. Time to put the crib side up! Now, if I could just get him to sleep. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5007896029958932704?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5007896029958932704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5007896029958932704&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5007896029958932704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5007896029958932704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mouth-hurts.html' title='My Mouth Hurts!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S41fHAivvuI/AAAAAAAACVg/ja__19Fi-JE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-5117087193504736471</id><published>2010-02-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:44:37.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 teeth gone!</title><content type='html'>So, I finally bit the bullet, and got all my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday. I have needed them out for quite awhile, but, just didn't have the courage. Plus, with 3 kids, a busy, working husband, and a household to run, who can find the time? I have been having bad, migraine-like headaches lately, jaw pain, fevers, etc. Who would have thought that a toothache could cause so many problems? I found myself getting overly grouchy at the kids, and unable to handle day to day life rationally. I still don't sleep much at night, which doesn't make it any easier. Our good friend, Clark's, brother-in-law, is an Oral and Facial Surgeon, so we hit up Clark, and asked him about the "Family and Friend Discount." Sure enough, Dr. Molen came through, and didn't make us pay a dime. He just charged our Insurance, and saved us around $1300!!! Awesome. He did a great job. And, although, I am in pain, and my cheeks look like a chipmunks, I am looking forward to the day when this will heal, and I can feel good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not post a picture of my fat face, but, I will show off a picture of my new (well, new to me) minivan!!! We bought it from my bro, who works at a car dealership in Rexburg. Because we live in Washington, we needed to find a way to get it up here. My mom graciously offered to drive it up here to us, and take care of me, and my kiddos after my surgery. I love having her here, and since I almost fainted this morning when I got up, her help is very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009743244421138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S37MCgC_aBI/AAAAAAAACVY/5e5V4QZQ0tU/s400/4365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2004 Pontiac Montana. This is the picture from the dealer's site, but, it's just as beautiful in person. I absolutely love it, and am so excited for more room to haul around my 3 kids, and their stuff. It took some heavy convincing, because Jake never wanted to be a minivan guy. I'm so happy he finally let me get my way, though!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-5117087193504736471?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5117087193504736471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=5117087193504736471&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5117087193504736471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/5117087193504736471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-teeth-gone.html' title='4 teeth gone!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S37MCgC_aBI/AAAAAAAACVY/5e5V4QZQ0tU/s72-c/4365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6330603717181564950</id><published>2010-02-08T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:28:33.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months and Crawling. . . . Sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjlhRy_yvic&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjlhRy_yvic&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tristan has mastered the Army Crawl.  He now spots the tiniest little things on the floor, and races to put them in his mouth.  It has made me more aware of how un-baby proof my house really is.  I have put Tay and Rohne on baby watch, and if they see something little that Tristan is going for, they usually stop him.  He is not sleeping that much better.  No, I never did sleep train.  He is getting over an ear infection, and a cold.  Still a little on the grouchy side, and, very very possessive of Mommy.  It is exhausting, but, once again, it won't last forever.  We sure love our drooling baby boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6330603717181564950?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6330603717181564950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6330603717181564950&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6330603717181564950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6330603717181564950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='7 Months and Crawling. . . . Sort of'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-9042587563482260225</id><published>2010-02-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:39:28.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Bridger</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, I received a letter from my cousin, Bridger. He's the 2nd grader of my Aunt MaryAnn's. I'm sorry to say I have only met this little fellow a handful of times. Mare, and her family live in Bridger Valley, and since I've been in Seattle for many years, our paths rarely cross. I don't think I have been back to Wyoming since my friend, Janell's wedding reception. I don't even know when that was. I think she was married a couple years after Jake and I. So, give or take 7-8 years? Yes, that's sad, because I love Wyoming. I had a great childhood, growing up in our small rural community, surrounded by cousins, and wonderful friends. I do miss it sometimes. Especially when I think about my kids going to public school here in the city. We were sheltered at times, in Mtn. View, and although we had our fair share of "worldly" temptations, there's a lot more here. Let's hope that I raise my children, and teach them to have a strong foundation, so they can withstand all of the ugliness, and come out on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tangent dually noted. Back to the story: This letter was accompanied by a Flat Stanley figure, and an Adventure Journal. I was to take Stanley along, show him the sights, and write about our adventures. Well, I don't know if Bridger fully realized just how UN-adventurous his fair cousin was. My adventurous life consists of diapers, feedings, preschool drop-offs, Dr.'s appointments, and maybe an occasional play date, bike ride, or walk to the park. However, since I have to send good ol' Stanley back soon, I thought I should make an effort, and I finally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake had an Awards Banquet in Seattle yesterday. It was at Salty's, on Alki Beach. Although my husband makes it to Seattle numerous times a week now, with his branch transfer (Grrrrrrr), I rarely get to the big city. We didn't venture into the city, but, it was a beautiful day, and I snapped a few pictures to accompany my scant adventure log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433350801196236178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjxD1ivZI/AAAAAAAACUw/VVi9ac0BN_A/s400/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not venture to be a good picture taker, and this one isn't a tiny bit good. In fact, I might just go, and buy a postcard, instead of send this one. But, what Seattle adventure is the same, without The Space Needle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433350812217938834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjxs5Uk5I/AAAAAAAACU4/fxZB0Km13LA/s400/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lovely picture of the Seattle city sky-line. It was a gorgeous day. Absolutely not a ray of sun in sight, but, that's not unusual. The water was like glass. And, so quiet, all I could hear were the seagulls, and some distant boats honking their horns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433350820361971842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjyLPAqII/AAAAAAAACVA/6_gLNYUaqDg/s400/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, a seagull. A very annoying bird, but, actually kind of pretty in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjzbD6AjI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XHMMGRXDgTQ/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433350841790235186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjzbD6AjI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XHMMGRXDgTQ/s400/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was very hard to get a clear picture of a moving ferry. And, with my mediocre photography skills, I didn't do great. Gotta love those Ferry Boats, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433350828215370258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjyofaAhI/AAAAAAAACVI/xhgzRaQRh6Y/s400/025.jpg" /&gt;It was quite high tide, but, I just HAD to find Bridger a couple seashells. So, I walked to the beach in dress, high heeled boots, and all, and did find some pretty shells. I had been agonizing over what to wear to Jake's work Banquet. I still can't fit into my pre-baby clothes, and didn't want to show off my very un-svelte figure, in something oh too tight. So, Friday night, after the kids were in bed, I went shopping. I found this little dress, and was quite happy with it. I hid all of my curvy curves, and I think it will look even cuter after I lose those stinkin', pesky 17 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any other ideas on where to take Flat Stanley are greatly appreciated. Here's to you, Bridger, for making me realize that to those who live in Mtn. View, Wyoming, of all places, Seattle, Washington really is an AWESOME place.&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/3493252274303081190-9042587563482260225?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9042587563482260225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=9042587563482260225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9042587563482260225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9042587563482260225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-bridger.html' title='For Bridger'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S2cjxD1ivZI/AAAAAAAACUw/VVi9ac0BN_A/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4051754927639912488</id><published>2010-01-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:56:45.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Baby Happy</title><content type='html'>The other day, as I was stepping into a much needed shower, I heard (Surprise, Surprise) a wee little baby cry. I've always said that my little guy has a shower and nap sensor. As soon as he senses me relaxing, by showering or closing my eyes for a split second, he wakes up. Anyways, because I REALLY wanted a shower, and knew Mr. Fussypants wouldn't wait, I asked Rohnie to go in, and entertain Tristan for a few minutes. After my shower, I walked into the bedroom, and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S19VaoMWWLI/AAAAAAAACUo/CUiOl4v0gPc/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431153591586281650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S19VaoMWWLI/AAAAAAAACUo/CUiOl4v0gPc/s400/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had crawled right into the crib to entertain his brother. It was so cute, because both boys were having the time of their lives. I am sooo glad that I have my sweet, caring, lovable Rohnie back. Hopefully the monster stays at bay for along while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S19VaEqAgVI/AAAAAAAACUg/KlzXit9vkmI/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431153582047002962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S19VaEqAgVI/AAAAAAAACUg/KlzXit9vkmI/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Could it get any sweeter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4051754927639912488?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4051754927639912488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4051754927639912488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4051754927639912488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4051754927639912488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-baby-happy.html' title='Keeping Baby Happy'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S19VaoMWWLI/AAAAAAAACUo/CUiOl4v0gPc/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2601067533262259690</id><published>2010-01-18T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:38:16.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Tay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had Taylee in a Ballet Class about a year and a half ago. She absolutely loved it, but, somehow, we neglected signing her up again, and she has been begging to go ever since. There are quite a few girls that are Taylee's age in our new ward, and one of the moms signed her daughter up last week. Then, she got 3 of us to do it, also. Tay was so excited, and happy, and just danced her little heart out. It's wonderful seeing her do something she loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S1S0fSPT7GI/AAAAAAAACUY/wuIDX3ugqDM/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428161900453293154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S1S0fSPT7GI/AAAAAAAACUY/wuIDX3ugqDM/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get good pictures this week, but, you can bet that I will be taking my camera ever week, because these girls are so darn cute! Here's Tay, with 4 of her friends from church. Pretty good form, if you ask me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S1S0e1laBnI/AAAAAAAACUQ/_-0vCLubDc4/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428161892761339506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S1S0e1laBnI/AAAAAAAACUQ/_-0vCLubDc4/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also do a little Tap Dancing too, which she loves almost just as much. &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/3493252274303081190-2601067533262259690?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2601067533262259690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2601067533262259690&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2601067533262259690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2601067533262259690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballerina-tay.html' title='Ballerina Tay'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S1S0fSPT7GI/AAAAAAAACUY/wuIDX3ugqDM/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6986295692533933699</id><published>2010-01-13T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:58:08.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Posterity's (and, my own) Sake</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Tristan had his 6 month check-up. I can't believe that in 6 more months, he will be a year old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Current stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 19 pounds 5.5 oz. -- 75-90%&lt;br /&gt;Height: 27 3/4 inches - - 75-90%&lt;br /&gt;Head: 44.9 - - 75-90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a pretty proportionate kid, all around, as you can see. Everyone tells me that he is so big, but, he's still not as big as Rohne was. Rohne was always, and still is, above the 95th percentile. My Dr. (still love her) fully rebuked me for not sleep training him. I guess I looked REALLY tired yesterday, which I was. But, it wasn't just sleep deprivation. I'm emotionally, not just physically drained lately. With job stresses, money, cars, loneliness, ya know-LIFE. Anyways, she told me, once again, that 3 kids is a big job, and, I need to sleep in order to be the best mom. I told her I am just a whimp, and can't stand to hear him cry. She said that's no excuse. He needs his sleep, just as much as I do. So. . . . I plan on sleep training him this weekend, when Jake can help me out a little. He's had a fever from all the shots he got yesterday, so, she said wait a couple days. I wish there were another way. But, chances are, he won't remember this when he gets older, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6986295692533933699?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6986295692533933699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6986295692533933699&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6986295692533933699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6986295692533933699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-posteritys-and-my-own-sake.html' title='For Posterity&apos;s (and, my own) Sake'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4809702671273921181</id><published>2010-01-09T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:50:58.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It's a New Year.  What have we been up to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWgh19c4I/AAAAAAAACT4/12rqiJMbYc4/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424962342984971138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWgh19c4I/AAAAAAAACT4/12rqiJMbYc4/s400/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay and Rohne have been playing Really Really Really well together since the move. I almost want to knock on wood, so I don't jinx it. Sometimes, when it's nearing bed time, we don't even want to interrupt them to put them to bed, they're having so much fun together. Let's hope this isn't just a phase. They love riding their bikes at the park across the street, when the weather is nice. We, literally have a park, yes, right across the street. I can sit on the porch with the baby, or while he's sleeping, and just watch them. It will be HEAVEN this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWLgio9xI/AAAAAAAACTg/DArUSniKgx8/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424961981858248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWLgio9xI/AAAAAAAACTg/DArUSniKgx8/s400/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a CRAZY New Year's Eve party. This consisted of: popcorn, and junk food, Ticket To Ride Europe, Jake &amp;amp; Clark playing X-Box, Lisa and I gabbing, kids screaming, fighting, and playing, until way after midnight. I was tired the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWLCRbJfI/AAAAAAAACTY/2gu0Bhkexww/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424961973732976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWLCRbJfI/AAAAAAAACTY/2gu0Bhkexww/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We set up a little theater bed for the kids to watch a movie, and possibly go to sleep. Rohne zonked out 5 minutes after this picture, while the girls just partied on. We're excited that these good friends are moving even closer to us soon. There may be more nights like this in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWKjDijsI/AAAAAAAACTQ/vDpwfp5BvgY/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424961965353242306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWKjDijsI/AAAAAAAACTQ/vDpwfp5BvgY/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. I am always trying to unpack a box, while taking care of 3 kids, cooking, cleaning, and not totally ignoring my hard-working husband. I am starting to run again. It feels good to be more active, although my body doesn't like it. And, the weight is still hangin' on there. Jake and I are starting a new diet on Monday. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424962337614866450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWgN1oKBI/AAAAAAAACTw/dz4pzHIOtJs/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little guy, is growing and changing daily. He is starting to eat real food, not just rice cereal, and is liking it okay.  He loves Cheerios, Gerber Puffs, and fresh bananas the most. He now has 3 teeth, with another one close behind. He is still as grouchy as ever, and wants me to entertain him ALL the time. He is a TERRIBLE sleeper, still, and it's starting to really wear on this Mommy. I am such a big wimp when it comes to sleep training though. I know, I am my own worst enemy. However, when he is happy, fed, and well-rested, he lights up my whole life. My favorite thing is when he wraps his arms around my neck, and buries his face in my neck, and shoulder, and just bites for all he's worth. It's probably just teething, but, it makes me feel loved. My other kids used to bite me here, too. Maybe I taste good. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWKDA1hwI/AAAAAAAACTI/7yiC11YMnMk/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424961956751968002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWKDA1hwI/AAAAAAAACTI/7yiC11YMnMk/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how can you not love the cuteness? He sits up really well, and rolls all over the floor. This gets a little problematic when he gets part way stuck under the couch, but Sister and Brother are always there to pull him out. He is wanting to crawl, too, but, I'm trying to delay that a little. I just want to cherish the baby in him for as long as I can. I've always said that he is our last baby. I think that is why I am such a wimp with him. I carry him around all the time, I snuggle him at night, I tend to his every whimper. Because they don't whimper for long, do they? Can you please stay a baby forever, my litttle one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424962350150989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWg8ieNWI/AAAAAAAACUA/zaWLwa6AMz8/s400/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4809702671273921181?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4809702671273921181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4809702671273921181&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4809702671273921181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4809702671273921181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-its-new-year-what-have-we-been-up-to.html' title='So, It&apos;s a New Year.  What have we been up to?'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/S0lWgh19c4I/AAAAAAAACT4/12rqiJMbYc4/s72-c/024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-2988108065842383459</id><published>2009-12-29T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:26:21.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpVxlU_bGI/AAAAAAAACTA/wImIdVvMXRI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420739411815918690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpVxlU_bGI/AAAAAAAACTA/wImIdVvMXRI/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(All the kids in the Christmas jammies on Christmas Eve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great Chistmas this year. It was a little crazy, with our move, and all, but, it all worked out.  We spent Christmas surrounded by Jake's wonderful family.  Although I missed my family, we are establising some fun Washington traditions.  We had our Annual Klein Family Christmas Eve Progressive Dinner.  I attempted to do Fondue.  My cheese sauce left a little to be desired, but, I think everyone appreciated the effort.  Christmas day, we had our own little Christmas morning, in our new house, then headed to Grandma and Grandpa Klein's house, THEN onto Great Grandma's house.  We ended the night by playing board games, and eating Prime Rib. Jake is taking some vacation days this week, so, now that Christmas is over, we can finally focus on getting our house put together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTWkATssI/AAAAAAAACSw/42VENJDo01I/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736748581008066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTWkATssI/AAAAAAAACSw/42VENJDo01I/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids got to visit with Santa at our Ward Party. Rohne was the very first one to run up there, and talk to him. He asked for a paintball gun, and mask. Um. . . that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTWN8J2eI/AAAAAAAACSo/EZX12ati2Fo/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736742658005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTWN8J2eI/AAAAAAAACSo/EZX12ati2Fo/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylee described her wish of a Princess castle, in great detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736758770956994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTXJ9x-sI/AAAAAAAACS4/F5wx4BlFBAg/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Santa decided to go in a different direction, and gave both the kids new bikes. They REALLY needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTVv1Tg6I/AAAAAAAACSg/nM_Cs3nfGC0/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736734576214946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTVv1Tg6I/AAAAAAAACSg/nM_Cs3nfGC0/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the look of sleepy kids in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTVMBOZuI/AAAAAAAACSY/3YlZTsOCo0Q/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736724962535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpTVMBOZuI/AAAAAAAACSY/3YlZTsOCo0Q/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan was happy with his drum from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS1Y63pWI/AAAAAAAACSQ/13UKIcnods0/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736178669725026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS1Y63pWI/AAAAAAAACSQ/13UKIcnods0/s400/014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hit of the day was the DSI from Grandma Honey, and Grandpa Hamblin. Complete with the Rhythm Heaven game. Thanks, Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS1IYcTRI/AAAAAAAACSI/A4BBdWzEiUs/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736174230359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS1IYcTRI/AAAAAAAACSI/A4BBdWzEiUs/s400/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty girl, all dressed up, and opening gifts at Grandma and Grandpa Klein's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS0uGLxBI/AAAAAAAACSA/9SWcJgw5SoQ/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736167174456338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS0uGLxBI/AAAAAAAACSA/9SWcJgw5SoQ/s400/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake helping Rohne figure out his new Cross Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS0VzAXhI/AAAAAAAACR4/xa5zbwTZQcc/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736160651566610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpS0VzAXhI/AAAAAAAACR4/xa5zbwTZQcc/s400/026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the babies playing on the floor.  Even though Collin is a big boy, it looks like Tristan is being the bully in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpSz2V_xsI/AAAAAAAACRw/ixp_ssV2nqs/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736152208393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpSz2V_xsI/AAAAAAAACRw/ixp_ssV2nqs/s400/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-2988108065842383459?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2988108065842383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=2988108065842383459&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2988108065842383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/2988108065842383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SzpVxlU_bGI/AAAAAAAACTA/wImIdVvMXRI/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4823523954781501882</id><published>2009-12-20T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:01:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those of you who don't get a Christmas card from us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's our Christmas card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-XZ9je5I/AAAAAAAACRg/6eIPMAnE-m8/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417547079832796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-XZ9je5I/AAAAAAAACRg/6eIPMAnE-m8/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-W1-6ceI/AAAAAAAACRY/isCKykU3q9Y/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417547070174818786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-W1-6ceI/AAAAAAAACRY/isCKykU3q9Y/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-WRop6KI/AAAAAAAACRQ/KmSh1-4R9_M/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417547060417783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-WRop6KI/AAAAAAAACRQ/KmSh1-4R9_M/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-HUlgplI/AAAAAAAACRI/dzFI1sbd2lY/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417546803511862866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-HUlgplI/AAAAAAAACRI/dzFI1sbd2lY/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know, I always get annoyed when people just send pictures of their kids, too. But. . . we don't have a timer for our camera, and, I'm still carrying those extra post-baby pounds, and I only bought the kids new clothes. So there. I am sending out a card with one of these pictures on it, (It will be a surprise!) to immediate family. If you are a close friend, or other family member, and really want one too, just leave me a comment, and I will send you one. Otherwise, enjoy. I do wish all of you a happy Christmas. We are so thankful for all of those who have made a positive impact on our lives. Thank you! &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/3493252274303081190-4823523954781501882?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4823523954781501882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4823523954781501882&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4823523954781501882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4823523954781501882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-those-of-you-who-dont-get-christmas.html' title='For Those of you who don&apos;t get a Christmas card from us'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sy7-XZ9je5I/AAAAAAAACRg/6eIPMAnE-m8/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7843821735165049631</id><published>2009-12-11T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:03:11.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Glasses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyKHHUXeNzI/AAAAAAAACRA/OabSxR84Lbs/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414038261848749874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyKHHUXeNzI/AAAAAAAACRA/OabSxR84Lbs/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To make a long story short, we found out last week, after visiting the Pediatrician, and then an Opthamologist, that Taylee can't see. I felt so bad, that I'm her mother, and I didn't know this. She has a very strong astigmatism and both eyes. This made me really sad, because I guess I was a little vain, and did not want her to have to wear glasses. She is such a pretty little girl, and I didn't want her to feel different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyKHGyKXnVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/w5WokOrM-xo/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414038252666985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyKHGyKXnVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/w5WokOrM-xo/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We picked up her glasses yesterday, and she already loves them. Thank goodness she is such a little princess, who thinks that her glasses are just another fun accessory!! The world already looks different to her. She says that we are all bigger, and she can actually see Dora's eyes now!! When you see her next, make sure to tell her how beautiful she looks, because I think they fit her quite well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7843821735165049631?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7843821735165049631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7843821735165049631&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7843821735165049631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7843821735165049631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-glasses.html' title='New Glasses!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyKHHUXeNzI/AAAAAAAACRA/OabSxR84Lbs/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6223777985315951469</id><published>2009-12-09T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:41:49.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Moving. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyAncyyanNI/AAAAAAAACQo/1ftTAFxA5aM/s1600-h/House+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413370127722388690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyAncyyanNI/AAAAAAAACQo/1ftTAFxA5aM/s400/House+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your 5 year old daughter can sing all the songs, word for word, from "Dora's Christmas Carol." I think it only started showing on TV on Monday. Sad. . . Rohne told me the other day, that his brain hurt from resting too much. We'll get through this, right? And, for all those who are wondering. We aren't moving far away. Our lovely landlords decided to give us a wonderful Christmas present by raising our rent significantly. So, we're leaving this &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;HOLE&lt;/span&gt;, and moving into a bigger, better house. One that doesn't flood every time it rains. One that lets me run the dishwasher, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; turn on the microwave without tripping a circuit. One where I can run a bath for the kids, without it coming out poop brown. One that's not infested with spiders, and rats. Do you kids wanna new house for Christmas, instead of toys? What's that you say, Dad? Turn the other cheek? Well, my neck's getting sore. Some people. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3493252274303081190-6223777985315951469?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6223777985315951469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6223777985315951469&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6223777985315951469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6223777985315951469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-youre-moving.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Moving. . . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SyAncyyanNI/AAAAAAAACQo/1ftTAFxA5aM/s72-c/House+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-6509872526876073663</id><published>2009-12-04T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:11:35.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do , So little Time. . .</title><content type='html'>So, I have to pack up my whole house in 10 days.  Yep, 10 days!  And, we have been here 2 years.  You can accrue a lot of stuff in 2 years!  The main problem is my little guy.  Like I've said before, he's fine as long as I carry him around with me the whole day.  Well, I can't get much packing done that way.  (More on this story to come.  What a week this has been!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SxmkPTdwR3I/AAAAAAAACQU/sKol-nX_Lzo/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411537010092427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SxmkPTdwR3I/AAAAAAAACQU/sKol-nX_Lzo/s400/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sure, he looks happy to be hangin' out in the exersaucer.  For 5 minutes, that is!!  Then, it turns to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f5bdf94114ff185" 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" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5bdf94114ff185%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52B014E60B8D8DD04FB4CDFAD04506ECF08355BF.1D3462D0689C7E2522DC7015A45BE9EDF2FDA525%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5bdf94114ff185%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiYRWyVgB06QRlIUQTU_kqlvChAU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5bdf94114ff185%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52B014E60B8D8DD04FB4CDFAD04506ECF08355BF.1D3462D0689C7E2522DC7015A45BE9EDF2FDA525%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5bdf94114ff185%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiYRWyVgB06QRlIUQTU_kqlvChAU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've said that he screams at me most of the day, and he really does.  Here's a little dose.  What a pill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-6509872526876073663?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6509872526876073663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=6509872526876073663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6509872526876073663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/6509872526876073663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do , So little Time. . .'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SxmkPTdwR3I/AAAAAAAACQU/sKol-nX_Lzo/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-172993545803859297</id><published>2009-11-22T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:19:04.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Got Out!</title><content type='html'>It is often referred to as the "Baby Haze", or "Fog."  That time after you've had a baby, when you're in pure survival mode.  The world is moving on, for sure, but, you're not moving with it.  Your life is full of feedings, diapers, spit-up, crying, etc., and that's all you know.  Well, I'm not out of the gray quite yet, but, I got a little taste of the Real Life last night, when I went out with the girls.  Granted, I felt a little out of style, unattractive, and nervous to be away from Mr. Fussy Pants, but, it was worth it.  Jake was a trooper, and dealt with the kids wonderfully.  He decided to get his hair cut, and left Tristan at his mom's house during this.  Um, Baby Boy apparently, didn't like this much.  As I have mentioned before, he is very very very attached to me, and really likes the comfort of home.  We found out that we are never going to be able to go on a date EVER!!   At least, not until he's about a year old.  Sad. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SwoYCPzI82I/AAAAAAAACP8/LkVeRVHU9MI/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407160729491534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SwoYCPzI82I/AAAAAAAACP8/LkVeRVHU9MI/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Concert in Everett.  I am such a big fan of the show, and it was just awesome to see it in person.  The dancers were so amazing, and I was completely awe-struck.  We are already planning our trip for next year.  Thank you, girls!!  I had such a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-172993545803859297?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/172993545803859297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=172993545803859297&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/172993545803859297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/172993545803859297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-got-out.html' title='I Finally Got Out!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/SwoYCPzI82I/AAAAAAAACP8/LkVeRVHU9MI/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-3908323218883178414</id><published>2009-11-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:31:33.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E. Cheese Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd48Y85ssI/AAAAAAAACP0/3dyWoR7AyZM/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422856566944450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd48Y85ssI/AAAAAAAACP0/3dyWoR7AyZM/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne really wanted a party with his friends for his 4th Birthday. Well, being as he how he doesn't know a whole lot of other kids his age, this turned out to be a fairly small group. Our ward is really small, and he doesn't go to preschool, which doesn't help in the friend area. Anyways, we decided to invite the cousins, and best friends to Chuck E. Cheese on Wednesday to celebrate. All kids love it, right? It turned out to be a great day. Rohne just took his little cup of tokens, and went. He did all the games, and rides, completely independently. This was really nice, seeing as how Monique, Lori, and I, all had a baby glued to our hip. He is getting so mature, and growing up right before my eyes. It is times like this, that I realize how proud of him I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd47wh3ECI/AAAAAAAACPs/TLVrfFn3c6g/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422845716107298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd47wh3ECI/AAAAAAAACPs/TLVrfFn3c6g/s400/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne was the only one who really liked Chuck E. the Mouse. Parker, and McKay were scared to death, while Samantha and Tay just tolerated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd47d2ADsI/AAAAAAAACPk/cAgjsKxZHIw/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422840700309186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd47d2ADsI/AAAAAAAACPk/cAgjsKxZHIw/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, here's the Batman cake I did, with the help of Grandma of course. She had a hair appt., and couldn't come over until 8:30 p.m. But, we whipped it out pretty quick, and it actually turned out really good. Rohne loved it.&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/3493252274303081190-3908323218883178414?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3908323218883178414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=3908323218883178414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3908323218883178414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/3908323218883178414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuck-e-cheese-party.html' title='Chuck E. Cheese Party'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Swd48Y85ssI/AAAAAAAACP0/3dyWoR7AyZM/s72-c/016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-8076850250667317908</id><published>2009-11-20T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:01:04.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, my baby is 4 months now. Well, I guess it's actually about 4 and 1/2. Although this time has been hard, I am so thankful for this little ray of sunshine in our lives. He is always quick to smile, and really really really loves his Mommy. This can be hard, when I've had a long day, and really want him to go to Jake, but, it's nice to feel so loved. I took him to the Dr. last week, and she said he is doing wonderfully. He is 17 pounds, 9 oz. and 26 1/2 inches long, which puts him in the 90th percentile for both. He is big, and strong, which is good. He can roll over, but, doesn't do it very often, because he is still most comfortable in my arms, and doesn't love floor time. He still has just 2 teeth, but, I expect to see more cropping up soon. He is not a great sleeper, still, which I hope to change. I fully plan on doing sleep training this time. I just HAVE to. I'm just too tired and grouchy all the time. He loves to giggle at his brother and sister, and watches their every move. I keep thinking he will become more content when he is able to romp and wrestle with them. He, still, to this day, has not had an ounce of formula. I am quite proud to say this, because he hasn't really been breastfeeding. I have been pumping, like a milk cow, for these 4 months. My body has never been cut out for nursing, but, it doesn't have problems producing milk. It has been a sacrifice, and after scaling back on pumping, my milk is almost completely dried up. This has been emotional decision for me, but, I think it is for the best. I will feel so much better. I have a really hard time working out, and losing weight while producing milk. It takes everything out of me. Although I feel selfish, I can't wait to feel a little normal again. I have a lot of frozen breastmilk, which will probably last at least another month. I wanted to get to to 6 months, but, after the blessing of my Pediatrician, (I just LOVE her, by the way. Sooo important to get one you love) she assured me he would be just fine, and I have done such a great job with him so far. I tried Rice Cereal with him, for the first time, last week, and he didn't like it at all! I'll keep trying, though, and he may learn to love it soon. I included a short video of his rolling over skills. Enjoy!! I just heart my baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f695753fb910e830" 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" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df695753fb910e830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2771B2F1BC5DFBF9914D69D21502A0C38FDE0136.2E313ACA8DA3CDDF1A6E41C5EF49FCDAEC2E79C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df695753fb910e830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8LbKg_gW9iIDO53a0kJtNSa0pac&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df695753fb910e830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2771B2F1BC5DFBF9914D69D21502A0C38FDE0136.2E313ACA8DA3CDDF1A6E41C5EF49FCDAEC2E79C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df695753fb910e830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8LbKg_gW9iIDO53a0kJtNSa0pac&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-8076850250667317908?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8076850250667317908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=8076850250667317908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8076850250667317908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/8076850250667317908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-months.html' title='4 Months!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-9116150152683865715</id><published>2009-11-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:59:43.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I know I am totally biased, but, I really think that my baby is one of the cutest ever!  He was being such a ham this morning, so, we did a little photo shoot.  Enjoy the faces of Tristan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8IVvM9hTI/AAAAAAAACPc/Fvn-6Sd6qLU/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404047247408989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8IVvM9hTI/AAAAAAAACPc/Fvn-6Sd6qLU/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm. . . this bib tastes way better than the rice cereal Mom was trying to feed me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H6m05yAI/AAAAAAAACPU/oq0MKmQLtao/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046781304129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H6m05yAI/AAAAAAAACPU/oq0MKmQLtao/s320/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to stare at the camera light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H6R3NAWI/AAAAAAAACPM/pYu6V-pfKLk/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046775676633442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H6R3NAWI/AAAAAAAACPM/pYu6V-pfKLk/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His perfect "Blue Steel" impersonation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H515nIDI/AAAAAAAACPE/z35nqQXU0u8/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046768170541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H515nIDI/AAAAAAAACPE/z35nqQXU0u8/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a good smiler! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H5cXCOiI/AAAAAAAACO8/H5B6TlpQkEg/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046761314630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H5cXCOiI/AAAAAAAACO8/H5B6TlpQkEg/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohne is quite proud that he can hold the baby while standing up now.  Of course, I am always right there to make sure an accident doesn't ocur. Tristan never seems to mind being carted around by his big bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H41LebAI/AAAAAAAACO0/aFkHRY7wy9E/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046750797163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8H41LebAI/AAAAAAAACO0/aFkHRY7wy9E/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started taking pictures, because I wanted a good picture of him in these jammies that Aunt Nat gave to him.  They are so darn cute on him, and it makes me sad he us outgrowing them so fast. (They're 6-9 months!  We love our chunky boy!)  He is also losing his brown hair, and it's coming in really blonde.  I really thought that he would have a different hair color than my other kids, because it was so dark when he was born.  Alas, it wasn't meant to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3493252274303081190-9116150152683865715?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9116150152683865715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=9116150152683865715&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9116150152683865715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/9116150152683865715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-faces-of-baby.html' title='The many faces of Baby'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv8IVvM9hTI/AAAAAAAACPc/Fvn-6Sd6qLU/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-7316400598983647215</id><published>2009-11-13T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:22:59.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is now a 4 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LXnnuJ9I/AAAAAAAACOs/FArejsnt9HI/s1600-h/Rohne+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403698734547478482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LXnnuJ9I/AAAAAAAACOs/FArejsnt9HI/s400/Rohne+%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My not so little boy just turned 4 a week ago. He has always been such a big boy, that most people were always shocked to learn that he was still 3. Well, now, he looks his age! Although he has always been a challenging child, he has so much energy, and happiness, that he lights up our lives. He is such a brother, and learned at a very young age, how to get under his sister's skin. He loves jumping, fighting, climbing, racing, tackling, you guess it. He is all boy!! We have too many swords, and guns around our house to count, and he plays with all of them. Because he has an older, very princess sister, he has always loved to play dress up too. So, this birthday turned out to be just that. I think that people scored on all of the after-Halloween sales, and he got lots of dress-up outfits. From Star Wars, to GI-Joe, I think he is now set in that department. He and Tay have been having quite the time playing with all of them. Thanks, everyone, for the great gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LSl4ej5I/AAAAAAAACOk/i7C0Rae0bXs/s1600-h/Rohne+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403698648181542802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LSl4ej5I/AAAAAAAACOk/i7C0Rae0bXs/s400/Rohne+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a family party at Red Robin, where we ate yummy food, opened presents, and had birthday cupcakes. Although our family is growing, (6 Klein grandkids now!) we're still able to do this, and it's not completely out of control. Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Jessi are always a big help in entertaining the young ones. It was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LLPSDiwI/AAAAAAAACOc/keoDKzGNpNM/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403698521855724290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LLPSDiwI/AAAAAAAACOc/keoDKzGNpNM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of all the kids, trying on the new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th Birthday, Rohne. We're so happy that you're in our family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-7316400598983647215?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7316400598983647215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=7316400598983647215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7316400598983647215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/7316400598983647215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-is-now-4-year-old.html' title='He is now a 4 year old!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sv3LXnnuJ9I/AAAAAAAACOs/FArejsnt9HI/s72-c/Rohne+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-4172435150544900889</id><published>2009-11-02T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:24:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554582495941890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SSOMA1QI/AAAAAAAACNs/ZqHjCqN0Nf0/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; Minnie coming away from one of the houses, very happy!  It was a lot of fun Trick-or-Treating with these kids this year, because they were really into it, and sooo excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554578134210386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SR98GF1I/AAAAAAAACNk/aMUssrYsRjw/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first stop was next door, at the Landlord's.  They love to see our kids all dressed up.  They always have to get their picture taken, and walk away with yummy sugar-free treats.  Art used to work at the Dentist's office!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SfL-ypdI/AAAAAAAACOU/d-ikPJXsS4w/s1600-h/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554805241914834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SfL-ypdI/AAAAAAAACOU/d-ikPJXsS4w/s400/041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't show a picture of Tay just alone, being Minnie.  Here she is at our Ward Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8STm6qbrI/AAAAAAAACOE/pCIKjoZWgqw/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554606313926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8STm6qbrI/AAAAAAAACOE/pCIKjoZWgqw/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the closest Jake and I got to dressing up this year.  He's wearing Rohne's Harry Potter hat.  We didn't have much time, or energy, to find costumes. I sooo couldn't fit into mine from last year, darn-it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8STNQbLyI/AAAAAAAACN8/ek0fBEFjFn8/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554599425879842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8STNQbLyI/AAAAAAAACN8/ek0fBEFjFn8/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute, little lion baby.  My good friend, Rachel, gave me this costume for Tristan to wear.  It was so cute.  Thanks, Rach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SSit1zJI/AAAAAAAACN0/alE70GYla-U/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554588006534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SSit1zJI/AAAAAAAACN0/alE70GYla-U/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He endured Trick-or-Treating very well, just chillin' in the jogging stroller.  Yes, the paci is purple.  This is actually a new development, him taking a pacifier.  Like, within the last week.  He has never taken one before.  Can't say it helps a whole lot, with the grouchiness, because he doesn't love it yet.  But, we'll keep tryin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554794858260946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SelTIqdI/AAAAAAAACOM/lrBsUVVwChQ/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After going around our neighborhood, we headed over to Jake's parent's ward to the Trunk-or-Treat.  We quickly realized that house to house was way better.  It was so dark, you couldn't really see, or interact with anyone, and our poor, timid children kept getting mowed over by older kids, with pillowcases.  It actually made me quite annoyed!!  I mean, where were their parents?  The kids got a big stash of candy, that we really don't need in our house.  I had a friend who actually traded in her kids's Halloween candy for cold, hard, cash.  I tried that with ours, and it didn't really work.  I think I will just throw it away in a couple days, and tell them we ate it all.  I've done that before.  Jake and I are starting our hard-core diet/workout plan.  I need to get rid of this baby weight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493252274303081190-4172435150544900889?l=thekleinfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4172435150544900889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493252274303081190&amp;postID=4172435150544900889&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4172435150544900889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493252274303081190/posts/default/4172435150544900889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekleinfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Emily K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691130768582937230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHHqgDNlZU0/ThsJTgJojVI/AAAAAAAADG0/7kmJA06mQlg/s220/011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Su8SSOMA1QI/AAAAAAAACNs/ZqHjCqN0Nf0/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493252274303081190.post-1523744626932134166</id><published>2009-10-30T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:20:28.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins, Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>So, these are in reverse order, but, what the hey! This past week, we went to the Pumpkin Patch, and then we carved our pumpkin. You have to document these events, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_kSTeH4I/AAAAAAAACNc/HdxYUsx1AfE/s1600-h/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548839699193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_kSTeH4I/AAAAAAAACNc/HdxYUsx1AfE/s400/035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids pretended to help me gut the pumpkin, but, I pretty much did the whole thing myself. They were too grossed out. Silly kids. I saved the seeds, and roasted them afterwards. They would have been really good, if I wouldn't have drenched them in salt. I'm still chewing on them though. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_kK04yWI/AAAAAAAACNU/QNy21lLZHJw/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548837691869538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_kK04yWI/AAAAAAAACNU/QNy21lLZHJw/s400/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell they didn't like the slimeyness? Tay was actually a lot braver than Rohne, which surprised me. Yes, Tay is wearing her Halloween costume, Minnie Mouse. She got it from Grandma on Tuesday, and has been wearing it ever since. She even asked me if she could wear it to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_jsw_6uI/AAAAAAAACNM/zskxuewWNgg/s1600-h/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548829622495970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_jsw_6uI/AAAAAAAACNM/zskxuewWNgg/s400/031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake picked up the stomach flu on Monday, and struggled with it all week. He didn't feel very good in this picture, but, was still a good sport, and did most of the carving. After this, he had to lay down for a long time. We only got one pumpkin this year, for all of us. The kids didn't really mind, and it took a lot less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_KFkrc1I/AAAAAAAACNE/glLq6Op-WdQ/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548389605110610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_KFkrc1I/AAAAAAAACNE/glLq6Op-WdQ/s400/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristan just watched from the Johnny Jumper. He can't really jump yet, but, he likes to sit and watch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_JxvPs0I/AAAAAAAACM8/Dm8aVFfkETs/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548384280720194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_JxvPs0I/AAAAAAAACM8/Dm8aVFfkETs/s400/026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the annual family Pumpkin patch photo. This was our 3rd year going with Jeremy and Monique, to Jubilee Farms. We had a good time, and it wasn't as cold as it looks. Just muddy, muddy, muddy. It didn't sprinkle on us once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cdwBUTCiZb8/Sut_JY8gi1I/AAAAAAAACM0/ZLdu-4kTt9o/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548377625463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blog
