<?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-8566791449683108286</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:35:13.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yazwinski Clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>377</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3222857565292676845</id><published>2012-01-22T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:29:36.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen (and Kings) of the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBQWJ_PaUU/TxzOP1zs_MI/AAAAAAAAExY/w3p6--VTHW0/s1600/xmas2012+144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBQWJ_PaUU/TxzOP1zs_MI/AAAAAAAAExY/w3p6--VTHW0/s320/xmas2012+144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know about your family, but ours LOVES to eat around the holidays. So that meant a lot of prep time in the kitchen. Of course, Emerson wanted in on the fun so we found a safe place for her to help out so we could be all hands on deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqlluY2Q17c/TxzOmBJD4jI/AAAAAAAAExg/4uH6ookoVb8/s1600/xmas2012+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqlluY2Q17c/TxzOmBJD4jI/AAAAAAAAExg/4uH6ookoVb8/s320/xmas2012+145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These cheese balls were excited to work some magic in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnLQ4OxbtQA/TxzO3FDNSKI/AAAAAAAAExo/KKmAVyWD_z4/s1600/xmas2012+146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnLQ4OxbtQA/TxzO3FDNSKI/AAAAAAAAExo/KKmAVyWD_z4/s320/xmas2012+146.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;with Uncle Beau. I know this is a rare sight. Beau normally just eats the food...this time he was cooking with the kids (I forgot what) but they were excited. I love Hunter's napkin dew-rag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuQMh7hJeG0/TxzPG8B1OeI/AAAAAAAAExw/1kXZ3PJY93g/s1600/xmas2012+167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuQMh7hJeG0/TxzPG8B1OeI/AAAAAAAAExw/1kXZ3PJY93g/s320/xmas2012+167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course we decorated Christmas cookies. We didn't get to decorate&amp;nbsp; as many as we expected (one of the dogs ate an entire batch of cookies off the counter) but we had MORE than enough. We should probably thank our K9 friend for saving us the calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84i69mno-kY/TxzPZgghNTI/AAAAAAAAEx4/RGJKbeK-BP4/s1600/xmas2012+168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84i69mno-kY/TxzPZgghNTI/AAAAAAAAEx4/RGJKbeK-BP4/s320/xmas2012+168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Sawyer enjoyed his cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aVIu8xC56Q/TxzPwxTKudI/AAAAAAAAEyA/n5xgt8UKz3Y/s1600/xmas2012+170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aVIu8xC56Q/TxzPwxTKudI/AAAAAAAAEyA/n5xgt8UKz3Y/s320/xmas2012+170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWjLpKSgycE/TxzRqSdO54I/AAAAAAAAEyQ/yn2FlBzGM7s/s1600/xmas2012+171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWjLpKSgycE/TxzRqSdO54I/AAAAAAAAEyQ/yn2FlBzGM7s/s320/xmas2012+171.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lip smacking good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3222857565292676845?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3222857565292676845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3222857565292676845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3222857565292676845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3222857565292676845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/queen-and-kings-of-kitchen.html' title='Queen (and Kings) of the Kitchen'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jBQWJ_PaUU/TxzOP1zs_MI/AAAAAAAAExY/w3p6--VTHW0/s72-c/xmas2012+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6943410331694238474</id><published>2012-01-16T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:34:20.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-NNkOQGf5w/TxThq-ANI-I/AAAAAAAAEvg/L2eQs0mPgtQ/s1600/xmas2012+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-NNkOQGf5w/TxThq-ANI-I/AAAAAAAAEvg/L2eQs0mPgtQ/s320/xmas2012+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4H_d3zjy9-k/TxTrXOXoaoI/AAAAAAAAExQ/pPD_1PCZO3M/s320/xmas2012+147.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's always fun to search for a REAL tree. Back home, in Oregon, there are tree farms everywhere. The kids did a great job and it looked beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6943410331694238474?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6943410331694238474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6943410331694238474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6943410331694238474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6943410331694238474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-NNkOQGf5w/TxThq-ANI-I/AAAAAAAAEvg/L2eQs0mPgtQ/s72-c/xmas2012+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7440001489138951194</id><published>2012-01-16T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:45:31.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYHAKK6qxZs/TxTbk4832MI/AAAAAAAAEuw/GdCvsua5HNs/s1600/xmas2012+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYHAKK6qxZs/TxTbk4832MI/AAAAAAAAEuw/GdCvsua5HNs/s320/xmas2012+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the excitement on my nephews faces here! This was really Santa's helper...not the real guy. This is really my dad (aka Papa). He got sucked into playing the man in red for the local firefighters kids/grand kids. So we tagged along what ended up being interesting to say the least, but Santa still showed and the kids LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s89Puk7Gai4/TxTbxzD7diI/AAAAAAAAEu4/buRb95eXSs0/s1600/xmas2012+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s89Puk7Gai4/TxTbxzD7diI/AAAAAAAAEu4/buRb95eXSs0/s320/xmas2012+033.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emerson didn't seem to mind. She was clueless that it was Papa...or maybe she had an inkling. Stella was under the weather so she missed out.&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/-cqkCwMRpIf4/TxTcbhsq_AI/AAAAAAAAEvA/dLq6ltyMTxo/s1600/xmas2012+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqkCwMRpIf4/TxTcbhsq_AI/AAAAAAAAEvA/dLq6ltyMTxo/s320/xmas2012+122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;No worries...a couple days later it was off to see the REAL Santa. You know the guy downtown with elves and a REAL beard. Well, Emerson wasn't sure of this guy. He definitely wasn't Papa. And Stella wouldn't even stand near the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgpesCU7gTk/TxTcwhiFeII/AAAAAAAAEvI/0nqokgiQNsA/s320/xmas2012+130.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uScraKo-x_k/TxTdELCZIjI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/aGMBhQVUo8c/s1600/xmas2012+135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uScraKo-x_k/TxTdELCZIjI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/aGMBhQVUo8c/s320/xmas2012+135.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Hart boys had no problems with Ole Saint Nick. They must know who is charge of the presents. But Santa wanted to hear from everyone so he gave up his "special" chair and viola we have a picture with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Svxsg4RuIX4/TxTdRlIZzpI/AAAAAAAAEvY/BH00DzSF3Vw/s1600/xmas2012+142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Svxsg4RuIX4/TxTdRlIZzpI/AAAAAAAAEvY/BH00DzSF3Vw/s320/xmas2012+142.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then all of a sudden it clicked...this is the guy in charge of presents and EVERYONE was loving on Santa and making sure he knew what they wanted and that they were "good" this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7440001489138951194?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7440001489138951194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7440001489138951194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7440001489138951194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7440001489138951194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2012/01/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYHAKK6qxZs/TxTbk4832MI/AAAAAAAAEuw/GdCvsua5HNs/s72-c/xmas2012+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6382683965377626292</id><published>2011-12-24T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:50:22.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0RB4JiG3YM/TvacjDaYdFI/AAAAAAAAEug/aHmco_3cZOQ/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0RB4JiG3YM/TvacjDaYdFI/AAAAAAAAEug/aHmco_3cZOQ/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where has the time gone!?! Happy 10 months sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkOHEhnA26I/TvacwtyKWLI/AAAAAAAAEuo/fqoZU-zp7IE/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkOHEhnA26I/TvacwtyKWLI/AAAAAAAAEuo/fqoZU-zp7IE/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not much has changed in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; last month, BUT you are NOW SLEEPING through the NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Best update yet! Of course, our trip has thrown her off a bit, but I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Emerson Kate. Thanks for keeping us on our toes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6382683965377626292?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6382683965377626292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6382683965377626292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6382683965377626292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6382683965377626292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0RB4JiG3YM/TvacjDaYdFI/AAAAAAAAEug/aHmco_3cZOQ/s72-c/DSC_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-437452335809790932</id><published>2011-12-16T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:34:50.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$1,200 Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h5nlMsZgpU/TvaWXsFCVZI/AAAAAAAAEt4/l4YmQQgniV4/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h5nlMsZgpU/TvaWXsFCVZI/AAAAAAAAEt4/l4YmQQgniV4/s320/DSC_0370.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, we didn't really pay $1,200 for a haircut. That's crazy, BUT Tom did make a deal with his viewers that if they helped him raise $1000 for the Salvation Army he would shave his head live on the morning show. He raised quite a bit for his online kettle, but here he is raising the bell at a local store to top off his kettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FG6MgpDPB8E/TvZkHBdb-ZI/AAAAAAAAEs4/g9nl4B4rGOk/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FG6MgpDPB8E/TvZkHBdb-ZI/AAAAAAAAEs4/g9nl4B4rGOk/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella emptied the change holder in the car and went to town. I wasn't a fan of Tom shaving his head, but hey, it's all for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8iNu27bYes/TvZkXyNmYMI/AAAAAAAAEtA/SywkBKZUDIw/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8iNu27bYes/TvZkXyNmYMI/AAAAAAAAEtA/SywkBKZUDIw/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stella enjoyed ringing the bell. I do think she got a few nice folks to empty their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPgdXIFdqfs/TvZkmST3mLI/AAAAAAAAEtI/flMfx9dUzTg/s1600/tom+hair+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPgdXIFdqfs/TvZkmST3mLI/AAAAAAAAEtI/flMfx9dUzTg/s320/tom+hair+1.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here you go...proof that Tom's co-anchors shaved his head just before his vacation to Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azXuI6XjKqc/TvZk2T5IgkI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/O0MgMiGjgzI/s1600/tom+hair+22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azXuI6XjKqc/TvZk2T5IgkI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/O0MgMiGjgzI/s320/tom+hair+22.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this shot is Tom questioning his deal.&lt;br /&gt;NO turning back at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwsGpyTzVqs/TvZlIAcoGvI/AAAAAAAAEtg/eRnkaLpbaJU/s1600/tom+hair+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwsGpyTzVqs/TvZlIAcoGvI/AAAAAAAAEtg/eRnkaLpbaJU/s320/tom+hair+2.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the done deal! I had a better close up, but it wouldn't load. It's slowly coming back in...he's back on the anchor desk Monday so we'll see :)&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;Thanks to all that supported him. He had fun raising the money. He ended up with a little over $1,200...that's an expensive haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-437452335809790932?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/437452335809790932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=437452335809790932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/437452335809790932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/437452335809790932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/1200-haircut.html' title='$1,200 Haircut'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h5nlMsZgpU/TvaWXsFCVZI/AAAAAAAAEt4/l4YmQQgniV4/s72-c/DSC_0370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8645191551443446051</id><published>2011-12-01T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:32:06.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlXSc3kO_yM/Ttd6Vhi5jYI/AAAAAAAAErA/iwWquDrRzzs/s1600/thanksgiving+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlXSc3kO_yM/Ttd6Vhi5jYI/AAAAAAAAErA/iwWquDrRzzs/s320/thanksgiving+047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Thanksgiving was CRAZY. It's all our fault because we celebrated Christmas too! Since we'll be in Oregon&amp;nbsp; we decided to knock out both holidays with Tom's side of the family last weekend. It was super fun! Stella and Emerson love their Grammie and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhkhrYdTWZY/Ttd7OSohPaI/AAAAAAAAErI/VwHUcHTY7bM/s1600/thanksgiving+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhkhrYdTWZY/Ttd7OSohPaI/AAAAAAAAErI/VwHUcHTY7bM/s320/thanksgiving+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The amount of gifts for the girls was crazy. Here's Emerson with her HUGE present! She was all smiles during the opening of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAWGAfVi3N8/Ttd7azp0ZPI/AAAAAAAAErQ/RYyz9QQS0qI/s1600/thanksgiving+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAWGAfVi3N8/Ttd7azp0ZPI/AAAAAAAAErQ/RYyz9QQS0qI/s320/thanksgiving+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laughing with Papa...notice the mess we've made in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PWfn1eqcws/Ttd7qjz0KkI/AAAAAAAAErY/DPBUcQqNFVQ/s1600/thanksgiving+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PWfn1eqcws/Ttd7qjz0KkI/AAAAAAAAErY/DPBUcQqNFVQ/s320/thanksgiving+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella was very serious about her presents and opened them all by herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpN_bF1a5Cs/Ttd73HBR8uI/AAAAAAAAErg/zUS3NH7m05w/s1600/thanksgiving+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpN_bF1a5Cs/Ttd73HBR8uI/AAAAAAAAErg/zUS3NH7m05w/s320/thanksgiving+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Too busy to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2PMMYbT-U4/Ttd_e1fH4PI/AAAAAAAAEr4/IFAzSYh9HB4/s1600/thanksgiving+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2PMMYbT-U4/Ttd_e1fH4PI/AAAAAAAAEr4/IFAzSYh9HB4/s320/thanksgiving+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson just figuring out her new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNTfKxLhYTU/Ttd_u70QJeI/AAAAAAAAEsA/wxmNYPKARqA/s1600/thanksgiving+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNTfKxLhYTU/Ttd_u70QJeI/AAAAAAAAEsA/wxmNYPKARqA/s320/thanksgiving+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Checking out her PRINCESS Castle! It's the real Cinderella castle with all the princesses and their princes...big hit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0l9gNabus1c/TteAOwk0rLI/AAAAAAAAEsI/JRHydnEMUIE/s1600/thanksgiving+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0l9gNabus1c/TteAOwk0rLI/AAAAAAAAEsI/JRHydnEMUIE/s320/thanksgiving+044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you're enjoying the gear-up for Christmas. Let's not forget the reason for the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-8645191551443446051?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8645191551443446051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8645191551443446051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8645191551443446051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8645191551443446051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-thanksgiving.html' title='Merry Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlXSc3kO_yM/Ttd6Vhi5jYI/AAAAAAAAErA/iwWquDrRzzs/s72-c/thanksgiving+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4562670682756796682</id><published>2011-11-23T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:23:55.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUf4w7biaoo/TszwyQZ9kqI/AAAAAAAAEqI/GXYUWVFaMSA/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUf4w7biaoo/TszwyQZ9kqI/AAAAAAAAEqI/GXYUWVFaMSA/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The other night Stella and I ditched daddy and Emerson for a night on the town, just the two of us. It was such a sweet time. We started the night with a yummy treat from Bliss Cupcakes and then off to THE show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7GHjUeCzog/TszxAmXYZxI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/hOsBf5bZYQs/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7GHjUeCzog/TszxAmXYZxI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/hOsBf5bZYQs/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A local theater group, Arts Live Theatre, was performing Cinderella. Oh my word...this princess was excited. She just HAD to dress the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8leHGD7ZZU4/TszxNTMRWDI/AAAAAAAAEqY/-2cDW3ar85o/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8leHGD7ZZU4/TszxNTMRWDI/AAAAAAAAEqY/-2cDW3ar85o/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella's sweet friend Ashlen also came. Arts Live Theatre was so fun. It's made up of local actors...kids in the community and they are sooo good. After the show...the girls got to meet the actors during "Cinderella's Ball!" (ok, it was very similar to a junior high dance, but they LOVED it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEtae2UHRrI/TszxaLCNjDI/AAAAAAAAEqg/BXcgaUi_TTE/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEtae2UHRrI/TszxaLCNjDI/AAAAAAAAEqg/BXcgaUi_TTE/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meeting Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_wqtQKayGU/Tszxm_3RtZI/AAAAAAAAEqo/PR6F-9sQ7Fk/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_wqtQKayGU/Tszxm_3RtZI/AAAAAAAAEqo/PR6F-9sQ7Fk/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlen dancing with the evil step-sisters. It was cute...they kept saying they aren't really mean, they're nice girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-YqxGE_chk/Tszxz4k0XlI/AAAAAAAAEqw/ch30YG-Gl2M/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-YqxGE_chk/Tszxz4k0XlI/AAAAAAAAEqw/ch30YG-Gl2M/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella dancing with one of the mice. Please note that this girl is in first grade and Stella is not much shorter than her. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQEzMk85LoM/TszyBQkS1CI/AAAAAAAAEq4/LRu_pLcn5SQ/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQEzMk85LoM/TszyBQkS1CI/AAAAAAAAEq4/LRu_pLcn5SQ/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stella looks so serious here, but she LOVED Gus and by the looks of it this little actor was fond of my princess too&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I'm sure we'll be checking out Arts Live Theatre again. I love the fun things I'm finding in Fayetteville for our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-4562670682756796682?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4562670682756796682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4562670682756796682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4562670682756796682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4562670682756796682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUf4w7biaoo/TszwyQZ9kqI/AAAAAAAAEqI/GXYUWVFaMSA/s72-c/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3026529467006357529</id><published>2011-11-23T07:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:08:49.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qdemvHJR3E/Tszr7DbOx2I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/HrNi1ti__3E/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qdemvHJR3E/Tszr7DbOx2I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/HrNi1ti__3E/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year I have so many things I'm thankful for, but one is definitely this little Indian and your GREAT school. This is Stella's second year at the Sonshine School and we L.O.V.E it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o75biVl-Yyk/TszsJrbCcaI/AAAAAAAAEpY/6abVvAATmXI/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o75biVl-Yyk/TszsJrbCcaI/AAAAAAAAEpY/6abVvAATmXI/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last week they had a precious Thanksgiving program for the parents to attend. It was complete with little Indians and Pilgrims. Stella was THE child that spotted her mommy in &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;crowd and yelled, "There's my mommy! I see my mommy." So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0nyLuL3xYY/TszsXJoCc4I/AAAAAAAAEpg/dRLT7ToenSc/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0nyLuL3xYY/TszsXJoCc4I/AAAAAAAAEpg/dRLT7ToenSc/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+001.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson also loves visiting Stella's school. She is always ALL smiles. It wont be long before she is enjoying the school herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSJ9LSSqElY/Tszskq-yo7I/AAAAAAAAEpo/CSbLhRFvEbI/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSJ9LSSqElY/Tszskq-yo7I/AAAAAAAAEpo/CSbLhRFvEbI/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the program we returned to their classroom for a little turkey meal and some entertainment. This is Stella with one of her friends, Evie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbcnf28NDkQ/Tszsx3iw2_I/AAAAAAAAEpw/0JORVhZ4u3g/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbcnf28NDkQ/Tszsx3iw2_I/AAAAAAAAEpw/0JORVhZ4u3g/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And today was bittersweet because it was Miss Jamie's last day. To say Stella loves her Miss Jamie is a MAJOR understatement, but good news is we see her at church every Sunday. We love you Miss Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2IZr2te-7g/Tszs_av8-tI/AAAAAAAAEp4/FEoNpwqjpRo/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2IZr2te-7g/Tszs_av8-tI/AAAAAAAAEp4/FEoNpwqjpRo/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+012.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But Miss Merrily is still around and Stella LOVES her too. How fun is her little food idea for the kids. Instead of the parents bringing all the sides that go along with Thanksgiving dinner...Merrily made turkey kabobs. Complete with sweet potatoes, green beans, carrots, potatoes. It was the cutest idea and Stella ate it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0npph5G3XZ0/TsztMWMkQyI/AAAAAAAAEqA/4QQuEunJoNU/s1600/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0npph5G3XZ0/TsztMWMkQyI/AAAAAAAAEqA/4QQuEunJoNU/s320/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+017.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, what Thanksgiving celebration is complete without a dress up dance party! Almost everyday I pick Stella up from school she and her friends are wearing tutus and crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to remember this...during lunch each of the kiddos went around and said what they were thankful for. There were a lot of mommy and daddy, one boy said his cars, but sweet Stella said, "my baby Emerson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful she loves her sister so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3026529467006357529?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3026529467006357529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3026529467006357529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3026529467006357529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3026529467006357529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-little-indian.html' title='Our Little Indian'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qdemvHJR3E/Tszr7DbOx2I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/HrNi1ti__3E/s72-c/turkey+school+%2526+cinderella+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7222627430696900976</id><published>2011-11-16T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:12:07.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Blue Eyed Beauty is 9 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6iuS2USUSU/TsRpr0eIKNI/AAAAAAAAEoo/_jUabiQM-xg/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6iuS2USUSU/TsRpr0eIKNI/AAAAAAAAEoo/_jUabiQM-xg/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy 9 months Emerson. How in the world has it already been 9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDTowoDehM4/TsRqcG-ltwI/AAAAAAAAEow/cXvgM66aHfw/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDTowoDehM4/TsRqcG-ltwI/AAAAAAAAEow/cXvgM66aHfw/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your personality is so fun right now. You really are a social butterfly with the craziest hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-plhLYBqWk/TsRqoJKi4zI/AAAAAAAAEo4/nxzd5Wd_F00/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-plhLYBqWk/TsRqoJKi4zI/AAAAAAAAEo4/nxzd5Wd_F00/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You LOVE it when we pull &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;camera out. You are a little ham...just like your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8__FCMfztd4/TsRq2us5QNI/AAAAAAAAEpA/FInQ6-9wOC0/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8__FCMfztd4/TsRq2us5QNI/AAAAAAAAEpA/FInQ6-9wOC0/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you look closely you can see those two bottom teeth poking through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9xsC-0HvM/TsRrDd06yNI/AAAAAAAAEpI/dWrZXIPBHeI/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9xsC-0HvM/TsRrDd06yNI/AAAAAAAAEpI/dWrZXIPBHeI/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this look because it's almost like you're saying have we taken enough?&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson you brighten up our lives. It's hard to believe you've only been here 9 months. What did we do before you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're up to..&lt;br /&gt;1. You're CRAWLING!!!! You've been on the go for about a couple weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;2. You eat "food" 3 times a day now and like just about anything. We tried some more "textured" foods and you're still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;3. You are a fan of puffs and mums.&lt;br /&gt;4. You adore your sister.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have 2 teeth.&lt;br /&gt;6. You love to say Dada and other baby jibberish.&lt;br /&gt;7. You go crazy excited when you see other kids your age and love to watch and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are very tight with your mommy right now&lt;br /&gt;9. You light up when daddy gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;10. You are still NOT sleeping through the night, but our goal for NEXT months post is to say you're a sleeping queens.&lt;br /&gt;11. You are very much a fan of the bottle these days...we might be done with nursing soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;12. You got a glowing report at your 9 month check out...you are right on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATS..&lt;br /&gt;27.6 inches =50th percentile&lt;br /&gt;16 lbs 12.5 ounces = 25th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You my long and lean little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Emerson and look forward to many more memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7222627430696900976?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7222627430696900976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7222627430696900976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7222627430696900976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7222627430696900976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-blue-eyed-beauty-is-9-months.html' title='Our Blue Eyed Beauty is 9 Months!'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6iuS2USUSU/TsRpr0eIKNI/AAAAAAAAEoo/_jUabiQM-xg/s72-c/fall+pics+and+heather+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3538387736091011375</id><published>2011-11-14T01:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:35:00.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDr9bUSgmvM/TsCM80G1waI/AAAAAAAAEnc/Kk5hHKgBh9s/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDr9bUSgmvM/TsCM80G1waI/AAAAAAAAEnc/Kk5hHKgBh9s/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A couple weekends ago we loaded up the girls and Tom took over 200 pictures of them on Old Main lawn. I really just picked these super fast so some are random and not all are my favorites, but I needed to share some before I order them for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_YV8V-Ljvw/TsCNks11ZtI/AAAAAAAAEnk/kjmkFCkOJwU/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_YV8V-Ljvw/TsCNks11ZtI/AAAAAAAAEnk/kjmkFCkOJwU/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love them and Emerson's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fpnaaVRGC8/TsCN-u3nQ2I/AAAAAAAAEns/1KUVTsoCXdE/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fpnaaVRGC8/TsCN-u3nQ2I/AAAAAAAAEns/1KUVTsoCXdE/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT7lVWeRAXk/TsCO3u32QVI/AAAAAAAAEoM/t2mThtOzHW8/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+156.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/-NW6xoRxAnwE/TsCPvQ-V-HI/AAAAAAAAEoc/jysb-5l8JeA/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NW6xoRxAnwE/TsCPvQ-V-HI/AAAAAAAAEoc/jysb-5l8JeA/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, it's having issues loading more pictures of Emerson...I guess I'll wait til her 9 month post THIS week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3538387736091011375?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3538387736091011375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3538387736091011375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3538387736091011375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3538387736091011375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDr9bUSgmvM/TsCM80G1waI/AAAAAAAAEnc/Kk5hHKgBh9s/s72-c/fall+pics+and+heather+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8474994237209532511</id><published>2011-11-13T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:58:04.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HinWfm3bfJY/TsCKLhVLvdI/AAAAAAAAEm8/Q6l7p5-mFDI/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HinWfm3bfJY/TsCKLhVLvdI/AAAAAAAAEm8/Q6l7p5-mFDI/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could kick myself for not taking more pictures, but if you look closely at these sweet kiddos faces...we had our hands full. One of my best friends from college visited this weekend and I caught up with her at Rebekah's house. The kids had a great time playing. Above is Rhett, Reese, Stella and Cilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBJt6YhmTKU/TsCKY-VyJ0I/AAAAAAAAEnE/j9-gsFbA7YI/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBJt6YhmTKU/TsCKY-VyJ0I/AAAAAAAAEnE/j9-gsFbA7YI/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Heather's sweet Reese. She was such a little helper in the kitchen. It's been too long since I've seen this sweet girl. Rhett never stood still long enough for me to snap a picture and baby brother, Tripp was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--otLo-kJEx0/TsCKmwQ7Z7I/AAAAAAAAEnM/WpxVJHLtb9U/s1600/fall+pics+and+heather+211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--otLo-kJEx0/TsCKmwQ7Z7I/AAAAAAAAEnM/WpxVJHLtb9U/s320/fall+pics+and+heather+211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet Emerson was content playing by herself while the older kids ran around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT3b9lNwKK8/TsCKnzRXwHI/AAAAAAAAEnU/EoPoFFbYkYI/s1600/hog+tom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT3b9lNwKK8/TsCKnzRXwHI/AAAAAAAAEnU/EoPoFFbYkYI/s320/hog+tom.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then my day ended with this STUD!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, game night with NO kids. It was a fun night and we saw some incredible plays. It was super windy...go figure the one day this year I've blown my hair dry and was wearing it down, ha!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. Catching up with old friends even for a little bit is always good for the soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-8474994237209532511?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8474994237209532511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8474994237209532511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8474994237209532511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8474994237209532511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/woo-pig-weekend.html' title='Woo Pig Weekend'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HinWfm3bfJY/TsCKLhVLvdI/AAAAAAAAEm8/Q6l7p5-mFDI/s72-c/fall+pics+and+heather+209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-5101331008929886387</id><published>2011-11-01T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:51:21.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AMZV3j8T8c/TrCni85ShNI/AAAAAAAAElc/eLlebgGlYnI/s1600/halloween1.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/-3AMZV3j8T8c/TrCni85ShNI/AAAAAAAAElc/eLlebgGlYnI/s320/halloween1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This sweet princess started her Halloween off with as Cinderella. The first of 3 costumes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IG0lalGD4P8/TrCnrxTBL8I/AAAAAAAAElk/yXB2v8hgJxQ/s1600/halloween2.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/-IG0lalGD4P8/TrCnrxTBL8I/AAAAAAAAElk/yXB2v8hgJxQ/s320/halloween2.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Princess Stella had a super fun day at school. How fun is it that her teacher, Miss Merrily, dressed up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pN5C4COiAzA/TrCocxuMZQI/AAAAAAAAEl0/GPTM2yXJPNM/s1600/halloween3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pN5C4COiAzA/TrCocxuMZQI/AAAAAAAAEl0/GPTM2yXJPNM/s320/halloween3.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After nap time (I even had to wake Stella up) it was time to suit up in to the costume she's been requesting for a few weeks. Old McDonald and his farm animals! Stella the chicken and Emerson the Chick/Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqzOC6pPcdM/TrCouIA7ziI/AAAAAAAAEl8/NC6vXUlq1po/s1600/halloween+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqzOC6pPcdM/TrCouIA7ziI/AAAAAAAAEl8/NC6vXUlq1po/s320/halloween+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trick or treating around our city square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDdeUwTGQHI/TrCo7milrHI/AAAAAAAAEmE/5IY1r3JPPoU/s1600/halloween+015.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/-bDdeUwTGQHI/TrCo7milrHI/AAAAAAAAEmE/5IY1r3JPPoU/s320/halloween+015.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stella LOVED pointing out all the fun costumes. I was actually surprised that she was the only chicken there...we do live in Tyson country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znqU3bsgnoo/TrCpJNdFdSI/AAAAAAAAEmM/ATIlWZO0PIw/s1600/halloween+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znqU3bsgnoo/TrCpJNdFdSI/AAAAAAAAEmM/ATIlWZO0PIw/s320/halloween+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This HAS to be the CUTEST chick you've ever seen. I really think she loved her costume. She was such a trooper. Maybe she knew she looked extra cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmvaRYX6xnM/TrCpa2aGe4I/AAAAAAAAEmU/ZBKeQ3aJwU0/s1600/halloween+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmvaRYX6xnM/TrCpa2aGe4I/AAAAAAAAEmU/ZBKeQ3aJwU0/s320/halloween+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to get kids to look at the camera when there are fun little ghosts and goblins running around.But I love this little farm family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKFvKKzOKw/TrCpnGwho2I/AAAAAAAAEmc/mBaMeTexHAE/s1600/halloween+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKFvKKzOKw/TrCpnGwho2I/AAAAAAAAEmc/mBaMeTexHAE/s320/halloween+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the square we headed directly to our friends house for a little trick or treating. Before we got there Stella said she wanted to be Belle, but then she saw the Rapunzel dress Cilla borrowed the other day and wanted to be Rapunzel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?:...3 costumes! Oh well, she had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot4OFEDoI50/TrCrfNUmZ1I/AAAAAAAAEms/jYIpHMSSuxw/s1600/halloween+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot4OFEDoI50/TrCrfNUmZ1I/AAAAAAAAEms/jYIpHMSSuxw/s320/halloween+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was Stella's first time doing the door to door thing and she loved it. The kiddos would run to the door. So sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHq7nnlKDc8/TrCrtObaH5I/AAAAAAAAEm0/0hfyQSQG9jw/s1600/halloween+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHq7nnlKDc8/TrCrtObaH5I/AAAAAAAAEm0/0hfyQSQG9jw/s320/halloween+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, she checked out her loot at the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Harris' for a fun night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all had a great Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-5101331008929886387?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5101331008929886387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=5101331008929886387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5101331008929886387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5101331008929886387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AMZV3j8T8c/TrCni85ShNI/AAAAAAAAElc/eLlebgGlYnI/s72-c/halloween1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3447453706341838507</id><published>2011-10-29T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:07:21.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii3YpPTtxSM/Tqyszz4F7hI/AAAAAAAAEi0/59BazhcDxsk/s1600/pumpkin+patch+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii3YpPTtxSM/Tqyszz4F7hI/AAAAAAAAEi0/59BazhcDxsk/s320/pumpkin+patch+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had the BEST time at a local punkin patch, as Stella calls it, today. Emerson wasn't so sure what to think of a corn maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kV5ijI59kV4/TqytCdNlAVI/AAAAAAAAEi8/2ERTj-Yr_Vw/s1600/pumpkin+patch+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kV5ijI59kV4/TqytCdNlAVI/AAAAAAAAEi8/2ERTj-Yr_Vw/s320/pumpkin+patch+027.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then she realized if it was with her big sis...it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jdiZLiaE2Y/TqytVllB2uI/AAAAAAAAEjE/VliQvjd6tjA/s1600/pumpkin+patch+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jdiZLiaE2Y/TqytVllB2uI/AAAAAAAAEjE/VliQvjd6tjA/s320/pumpkin+patch+021.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;Taking it all in with this sweet pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwwB1gmwHK4/TqytuiGJgdI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Zez7ciOHMto/s1600/pumpkin+patch+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwwB1gmwHK4/TqytuiGJgdI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Zez7ciOHMto/s320/pumpkin+patch+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella LOVED the corn maze and was the ledder (leader) the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8G2ldjCri4/Tqyt5z--G4I/AAAAAAAAEjc/IHThZVU3xFE/s1600/pumpkin+patch+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8G2ldjCri4/Tqyt5z--G4I/AAAAAAAAEjc/IHThZVU3xFE/s320/pumpkin+patch+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making sure we're still coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-925tD_FzBAE/TqyuIuwg5TI/AAAAAAAAEjk/U6HI4rzTMKo/s1600/pumpkin+patch+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-925tD_FzBAE/TqyuIuwg5TI/AAAAAAAAEjk/U6HI4rzTMKo/s320/pumpkin+patch+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But after she found the corn maze she found her new favorite spot...the corn pit.I really think she would've played there ALL day if we let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncsLapBpc-I/TqyuU_Iak4I/AAAAAAAAEjs/cEhbLe8jgPw/s1600/pumpkin+patch+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncsLapBpc-I/TqyuU_Iak4I/AAAAAAAAEjs/cEhbLe8jgPw/s320/pumpkin+patch+034.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnDlu0S9fc0/Tqyug9rXL7I/AAAAAAAAEj0/YHbSQzht67I/s1600/pumpkin+patch+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnDlu0S9fc0/Tqyug9rXL7I/AAAAAAAAEj0/YHbSQzht67I/s320/pumpkin+patch+044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emme and I watched Stella play for a bit, but she had to jump in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxFwVYXcX6s/TqyusUNjBwI/AAAAAAAAEj8/BJL4uNj7-VQ/s1600/pumpkin+patch+047.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/-zxFwVYXcX6s/TqyusUNjBwI/AAAAAAAAEj8/BJL4uNj7-VQ/s320/pumpkin+patch+047.JPG" width="214" /&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/-PDmJnIM6FMw/Tqy8gfa26bI/AAAAAAAAElM/r-GHlPfuzjk/s1600/pumpkin+patch+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDmJnIM6FMw/Tqy8gfa26bI/AAAAAAAAElM/r-GHlPfuzjk/s320/pumpkin+patch+049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson LOVED the corn box. We had to watch her like a hawk because she was tempted to put some in her mouth, but she had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIhV5y7u-AY/Tqy4GZhw8iI/AAAAAAAAEkU/vMWKaCZ5i98/s1600/pumpkin+patch+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jIhV5y7u-AY/Tqy4GZhw8iI/AAAAAAAAEkU/vMWKaCZ5i98/s320/pumpkin+patch+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were all sorts of animals including a baby goat and baby pigs (they were adorable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-5zp1Xppnk/Tqy6R9m6wLI/AAAAAAAAEkk/C86dMGpglyw/s1600/pumpkin+patch+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-5zp1Xppnk/Tqy6R9m6wLI/AAAAAAAAEkk/C86dMGpglyw/s320/pumpkin+patch+068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And of course there were PUMPKINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pg9gphVwq8/Tqy6yjKL-sI/AAAAAAAAEks/S-Z3ACMikMk/s1600/pumpkin+patch+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pg9gphVwq8/Tqy6yjKL-sI/AAAAAAAAEks/S-Z3ACMikMk/s320/pumpkin+patch+075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watching Stella run around looking for a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNO3XknL7JE/Tqy67ybRZkI/AAAAAAAAEk0/PQlAsAd1qAY/s1600/pumpkin+patch+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNO3XknL7JE/Tqy67ybRZkI/AAAAAAAAEk0/PQlAsAd1qAY/s320/pumpkin+patch+078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love those sweet cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnu7fO4gZpk/Tqy7FujliQI/AAAAAAAAEk8/YqCZ_u4Rivc/s1600/pumpkin+patch+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnu7fO4gZpk/Tqy7FujliQI/AAAAAAAAEk8/YqCZ_u4Rivc/s320/pumpkin+patch+077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at those baby blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKSXQUBTmRs/Tqy7S2pfu6I/AAAAAAAAElE/y0f6K-AJRXA/s1600/pumpkin+patch+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKSXQUBTmRs/Tqy7S2pfu6I/AAAAAAAAElE/y0f6K-AJRXA/s320/pumpkin+patch+071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_438403376"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_438403377"&gt;At this point they were DONE taking pictures and just wanted to play. We also road on a hayride and went BACK to the corn box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great morning as a family! I LOVE this time of year. I wish fall would stay around through winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fall Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3447453706341838507?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3447453706341838507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3447453706341838507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3447453706341838507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3447453706341838507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/punkin-patch.html' title='Punkin Patch'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii3YpPTtxSM/Tqyszz4F7hI/AAAAAAAAEi0/59BazhcDxsk/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2301881082255048933</id><published>2011-10-29T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:21:50.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken + Princess = Perfect Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tBkZpoBpI/TqykZpxzKrI/AAAAAAAAEhE/JLmUhIq-wKk/s1600/chick+princess+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tBkZpoBpI/TqykZpxzKrI/AAAAAAAAEhE/JLmUhIq-wKk/s320/chick+princess+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella's favorite restaurant..Chick-fil-a and her favorite thing to do..dress up = a HAPPY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOIkUhSc9vY/TqykuNeCPlI/AAAAAAAAEhM/WSaSVfS8ddk/s1600/chick+princess+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOIkUhSc9vY/TqykuNeCPlI/AAAAAAAAEhM/WSaSVfS8ddk/s320/chick+princess+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The local chick-fil-a had princess/super hero night and Miss Stella had a blast. She even got her nails done before chowing down on some chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2OsTfjo65A/Tqyk9_60U1I/AAAAAAAAEhU/AyxEPhmEgl8/s1600/chick+princess+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2OsTfjo65A/Tqyk9_60U1I/AAAAAAAAEhU/AyxEPhmEgl8/s320/chick+princess+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Princess Emerson even joined in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obuw9qS4jnk/TqylL8VrKAI/AAAAAAAAEhc/c2wL9Zi0ESw/s1600/chick+princess+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obuw9qS4jnk/TqylL8VrKAI/AAAAAAAAEhc/c2wL9Zi0ESw/s320/chick+princess+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet Princess snuggling with her favorite prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dMpM3lXFJg/TqylZRmzYII/AAAAAAAAEhk/ILjGMbII4DI/s1600/chick+princess+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dMpM3lXFJg/TqylZRmzYII/AAAAAAAAEhk/ILjGMbII4DI/s320/chick+princess+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course every princess needs to enjoy a royal night with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-2301881082255048933?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2301881082255048933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2301881082255048933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2301881082255048933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2301881082255048933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicken-princess-perfect-friday.html' title='Chicken + Princess = Perfect Friday'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_tBkZpoBpI/TqykZpxzKrI/AAAAAAAAEhE/JLmUhIq-wKk/s72-c/chick+princess+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1962478080416535395</id><published>2011-10-28T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:47:18.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnTyaHCDUd4/TqtZjgo48zI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/xIGM-JATMv4/s1600/chick+princess+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnTyaHCDUd4/TqtZjgo48zI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/xIGM-JATMv4/s320/chick+princess+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella is really into "doing hair" lately...I think it's because of Rapunzel. Anyway, here she is doing Emerson's hair...and they loved it. They've really been playing well together lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVAoXgeRBHw/TqtZySyF9kI/AAAAAAAAEdY/c1pXCigYulg/s1600/chick+princess+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVAoXgeRBHw/TqtZySyF9kI/AAAAAAAAEdY/c1pXCigYulg/s320/chick+princess+005.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella LOVES to love on Emme...this sometimes turns into tackling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hW4DCukCSiU/TqtZ-peYStI/AAAAAAAAEdg/CchyfMaBOt0/s1600/chick+princess+007.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/-hW4DCukCSiU/TqtZ-peYStI/AAAAAAAAEdg/CchyfMaBOt0/s320/chick+princess+007.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of love. I'm pretty sure Stella was squeezing really tight here, but Emme just loved the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-691uB98IoPM/TqtaLU4JcoI/AAAAAAAAEdo/K2GkvHt9vZg/s1600/chick+princess+009.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/-691uB98IoPM/TqtaLU4JcoI/AAAAAAAAEdo/K2GkvHt9vZg/s320/chick+princess+009.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Warms my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know they have totally different coloring. It's crazy to me that these two girls are so different. I love it. Stella will definitely be dark while Emerson will be our "fair" complected sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two so much it hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-1962478080416535395?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1962478080416535395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1962478080416535395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1962478080416535395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1962478080416535395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/playing-together.html' title='Playing Together'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnTyaHCDUd4/TqtZjgo48zI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/xIGM-JATMv4/s72-c/chick+princess+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7251235629439861434</id><published>2011-10-17T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:29:15.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lfwX0QwSr8/TqtU0LT3F2I/AAAAAAAAEcw/s9su95MzmeM/s1600/weekend+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lfwX0QwSr8/TqtU0LT3F2I/AAAAAAAAEcw/s9su95MzmeM/s320/weekend+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This serious pumpkin is 8 months! I can't get enough of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaHxDiXbRP4/TqtVD-eJrOI/AAAAAAAAEc4/javMwsNYzJE/s1600/mom+and+grandma+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaHxDiXbRP4/TqtVD-eJrOI/AAAAAAAAEc4/javMwsNYzJE/s320/mom+and+grandma+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Licking her lips is a favorite pass time&amp;nbsp; since her teeth seem to be killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRsuutu3A3w/TqtVTgHjKkI/AAAAAAAAEdA/e2hYvlH3Y7w/s1600/mom+and+grandma+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRsuutu3A3w/TqtVTgHjKkI/AAAAAAAAEdA/e2hYvlH3Y7w/s320/mom+and+grandma+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUv4AuvS7M0/TqtVhw-HClI/AAAAAAAAEdI/CwnNFR22Z4I/s1600/mom+and+grandma+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUv4AuvS7M0/TqtVhw-HClI/AAAAAAAAEdI/CwnNFR22Z4I/s320/mom+and+grandma+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had&amp;nbsp; to add this picture because she LOVES her pig that attached to her paci. I know she's 8 months old, but I'm still getting used to the whole paci thing. Stella never liked one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Emerson is up to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eat "real" food twice a day&lt;br /&gt;*still nurse like a champ (including in the middle of the night!)&lt;br /&gt;*wearing size 3 diaper&lt;br /&gt;*wearing 9 months clothing, but your feet are still small&lt;br /&gt;*your hair is growing but straight up :)&lt;br /&gt;*you have your FIRST tooth...and are working on&amp;nbsp;some more&lt;br /&gt;*you take two good naps and if we're running around town you usually pass out&lt;br /&gt;* you LOVE to watch your sister and listen to her sing&lt;br /&gt;*you are a sweet pea...here's to hoping you sleep through the night soon&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Emerson Kate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7251235629439861434?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7251235629439861434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7251235629439861434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7251235629439861434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7251235629439861434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lfwX0QwSr8/TqtU0LT3F2I/AAAAAAAAEcw/s9su95MzmeM/s72-c/weekend+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-665241875515850645</id><published>2011-10-16T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:25:23.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun..Toddler Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOLiXbZshmw/TpuMknRND8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/sIZCmlrmBbI/s1600/weekend+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOLiXbZshmw/TpuMknRND8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/sIZCmlrmBbI/s320/weekend+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So these pictures are backwards, but I don't have time to figure out why :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a busy weekend. I should really say Stella had a busy weekend. Two birthdays and a LOT of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet are these 4 girls...singing happy birthday to the Busy Bee Hannah. Hannah was even singing to herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3l3A_HuR5k/TpuMXWBYiDI/AAAAAAAAEcI/ap8ITJ3P_HQ/s1600/weekend+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3l3A_HuR5k/TpuMXWBYiDI/AAAAAAAAEcI/ap8ITJ3P_HQ/s320/weekend+044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet birthday girl. The Bee theme was adorable. Her mama, Stacy, did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUQ2DtGY48/TpuMKGhVgVI/AAAAAAAAEcA/0_NKKQI6VbY/s1600/weekend+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUQ2DtGY48/TpuMKGhVgVI/AAAAAAAAEcA/0_NKKQI6VbY/s320/weekend+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Bee party was at a local jump place and of course Stella had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N88Vej8TQs8/TpuLAXF4hNI/AAAAAAAAEbg/jBcV-xvgLpA/s1600/weekend+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N88Vej8TQs8/TpuLAXF4hNI/AAAAAAAAEbg/jBcV-xvgLpA/s320/weekend+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We started our day at the Jones Center for a swimming party. Stella was even brave enough to go down the slide with daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjFf23dr2Rc/TpuLfv3opJI/AAAAAAAAEbo/fWsmc6oDAy8/s1600/weekend+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjFf23dr2Rc/TpuLfv3opJI/AAAAAAAAEbo/fWsmc6oDAy8/s320/weekend+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She loved it, but once was enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIFTykNreYw/TpuLv0j2YiI/AAAAAAAAEbw/UmN9h71qlkI/s1600/weekend+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIFTykNreYw/TpuLv0j2YiI/AAAAAAAAEbw/UmN9h71qlkI/s320/weekend+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pool is awesome and there was a great current and I think her and Tom lapped it at least 200 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPA-EbWaDYo/TpuL8u8yBtI/AAAAAAAAEb4/LGX2NEUci60/s1600/weekend+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPA-EbWaDYo/TpuL8u8yBtI/AAAAAAAAEb4/LGX2NEUci60/s320/weekend+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm bummed because this is the ONLY picture I got of the birthday boy Benjamin (he's the one with Tom in the water). Once we moved to the party room, Emerson needed&amp;nbsp; a break so I didn't get any pictures of the bday boy. Anyway, the lifeguards wouldn't let the bday boy go down the slide by himself (even though he wanted to and had a life vest on), SO Tom was the lucky winner to "escort" Benjamin down the slide. They had a great time. I'm not sure how many times they went, but I know Tom loved it. Benjamin even told him they weren't going fast enough so they had to push the limits more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Saturday. We are so thankful for the great friends we have in the area and their sweet little ones that we get to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll try to blog about our big 8 month old! Happy 8 Months Emerson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-665241875515850645?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/665241875515850645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=665241875515850645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/665241875515850645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/665241875515850645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-funtoddler-style.html' title='Weekend Fun..Toddler Style'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOLiXbZshmw/TpuMknRND8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/sIZCmlrmBbI/s72-c/weekend+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-649518306186183919</id><published>2011-10-08T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:53:02.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-R78fOfSzQ/TpD8ARu6GRI/AAAAAAAAEbI/BJ4L9KQCbsI/s1600/woopig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-R78fOfSzQ/TpD8ARu6GRI/AAAAAAAAEbI/BJ4L9KQCbsI/s320/woopig.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let's call those hogs! It's game day here in Fayetteville and the girls were showing their spirit. Since Daddy had plans to cheer on the hogs with Papa...we (the girls) decided we were going to have some fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GqRCQt3QnA/TpD8YL5SxGI/AAAAAAAAEbM/tWAOfOUIU6A/s1600/princess+cille+%2526+stella+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GqRCQt3QnA/TpD8YL5SxGI/AAAAAAAAEbM/tWAOfOUIU6A/s320/princess+cille+%2526+stella+002.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When the Daddy's are away.. the princesses will play. We invited Cilla and her mommy, Rebekah, over for some fun. We had high hope of watching the game, but Stella was a big whiny (ok, a lot) and Emerson was all out of sorts. But don't worry once we got the princess attire out...we had a good ole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ryTuESYeSI/TpD8mHC5M4I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/9qK9nYJwyuU/s1600/princess+cille+%2526+stella+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ryTuESYeSI/TpD8mHC5M4I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/9qK9nYJwyuU/s320/princess+cille+%2526+stella+003.JPG" width="214" /&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/-GBE_lcpY1M0/TpD8zYiYNFI/AAAAAAAAEbU/fOQ6D-k5DdI/s1600/princess+cille+%2526+stella+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBE_lcpY1M0/TpD8zYiYNFI/AAAAAAAAEbU/fOQ6D-k5DdI/s320/princess+cille+%2526+stella+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What? There's a game on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9edBvwVx4A/TpD9Ax47UyI/AAAAAAAAEbY/AGoIqyR7rlg/s1600/princess+cille+%2526+stella+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9edBvwVx4A/TpD9Ax47UyI/AAAAAAAAEbY/AGoIqyR7rlg/s320/princess+cille+%2526+stella+005.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well like any good princess, LET'S CALL THOSE HOGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHGCPH7j_mY/TpD9Om8-zcI/AAAAAAAAEbc/uY_gg7cYzGM/s1600/princess+cille+%2526+stella+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHGCPH7j_mY/TpD9Om8-zcI/AAAAAAAAEbc/uY_gg7cYzGM/s320/princess+cille+%2526+stella+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their daddy's would be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a typical night with kiddos. Crazy and loud, but us mommy's got a little chit chat time. And let's face it...who doesn't like watching the Hogs with Disney Royalty :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-649518306186183919?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/649518306186183919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=649518306186183919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/649518306186183919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/649518306186183919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/woo-pig.html' title='Woo Pig'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-R78fOfSzQ/TpD8ARu6GRI/AAAAAAAAEbI/BJ4L9KQCbsI/s72-c/woopig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7426182193305711531</id><published>2011-10-06T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:33:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYOnO735xkg/To22TB-dg8I/AAAAAAAAEao/pVzf2Z2UtBA/s1600/mom+and+grandma+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYOnO735xkg/To22TB-dg8I/AAAAAAAAEao/pVzf2Z2UtBA/s320/mom+and+grandma+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;To say I'm blessed is a MAJOR understatement! This past week my mom AND 82 year old Grandma came to Arkansas for a special birthday party. It was such a good time and it went by WAY to fast. I could kick myself for not taking more pictures, but we were having too much fun. I have the memories. I know my mom and grandma have to be wiped out, but they didn't show it while they were here. It was go, go, go as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAcSfWlNuHA/To22k3W4pII/AAAAAAAAEas/OX6WErlpzu0/s1600/mom+and+grandma+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAcSfWlNuHA/To22k3W4pII/AAAAAAAAEas/OX6WErlpzu0/s320/mom+and+grandma+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson talking to her great grandma, I'm so thankful for this very moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3hazfMyVoU/To22xzmBpXI/AAAAAAAAEaw/XMORtcpt0Tg/s1600/mom+and+grandma+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3hazfMyVoU/To22xzmBpXI/AAAAAAAAEaw/XMORtcpt0Tg/s320/mom+and+grandma+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emme obviously thought Grandma Reen was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y35m1IapH4/To22-BjWHbI/AAAAAAAAEa0/w26-rK-SWWY/s1600/mom+and+grandma+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y35m1IapH4/To22-BjWHbI/AAAAAAAAEa0/w26-rK-SWWY/s320/mom+and+grandma+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What else do you do when Grandmas visit? You have a taco bell picnic of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJR0SjgIuE/To23Jgn3LfI/AAAAAAAAEa4/Ln2jQU9mJPk/s1600/mom+and+grandma+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJR0SjgIuE/To23Jgn3LfI/AAAAAAAAEa4/Ln2jQU9mJPk/s320/mom+and+grandma+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQzmQeEZ0cg/To23XcC3A1I/AAAAAAAAEa8/SHGzSedMcVk/s1600/mom+and+grandma+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQzmQeEZ0cg/To23XcC3A1I/AAAAAAAAEa8/SHGzSedMcVk/s320/mom+and+grandma+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These two are usually inseparable. I don't know where it stems from but my mom (or as Stella calls her, Gaga) and Stella have a very special bond. When together, you will normally see them side by side. Stella doesn't always do well when saying goodbye to Gaga, but this time was a little easier because we dropped her off at school before going to the airport. But she has asked several times when she gets to see Gaga again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tarUKvWILEg/To23j9aOSUI/AAAAAAAAEbA/5991-iMJNi0/s1600/mom+and+grandma+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tarUKvWILEg/To23j9aOSUI/AAAAAAAAEbA/5991-iMJNi0/s320/mom+and+grandma+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-y7JpAPLs4/To23xjcDHgI/AAAAAAAAEbE/SwmbtYrVoBc/s1600/mom+and+grandma+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-y7JpAPLs4/To23xjcDHgI/AAAAAAAAEbE/SwmbtYrVoBc/s320/mom+and+grandma+038.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One last picture before next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always hard to say goodbye when my mom comes, but this time tugged on the heart strings a little more. I am so thankful my Grandma made this trip. It's been a tough few months (we lost my grandpa in June) so it was a sweet time. My grandma and i laughed because she never thought she'd be in Arkansas again, but here she was. If I'm honest, I didn't think I'd STILL be in Arkansas, but God has continued our journey here.It's not easy being away...not easy at all. BUT I know there's a reason I'm here and while it's hard sometimes I'm eager to see what God has in store. We love our little life here, but we do miss family too.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'll continue to count my blessings! I think I enjoy being a mom so much because&amp;nbsp;of my incredible examples. Being a mom is fun. Being a mom is an adventure. Being a mom is a blessing. And while I don't want to sugar coat it and make it seem easy-peesy, it's challenging, I do know that because of my mom and grandma I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being incredible role models and loving me for me. We can't wait to see you in December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7426182193305711531?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7426182193305711531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7426182193305711531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7426182193305711531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7426182193305711531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/beyond-blessed.html' title='Beyond Blessed'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYOnO735xkg/To22TB-dg8I/AAAAAAAAEao/pVzf2Z2UtBA/s72-c/mom+and+grandma+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1404082535666768708</id><published>2011-10-02T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:31:12.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gBncZMTKE8/TojzRj6b7JI/AAAAAAAAEZY/vpEvzG1cuBU/s1600/princess+party+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gBncZMTKE8/TojzRj6b7JI/AAAAAAAAEZY/vpEvzG1cuBU/s320/princess+party+075.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guess who left her Castle in Disneyland visited Arkansas for a special girls birthday party. "Belle" wasn't sure what to think of her special guest. She was a bit overwhelmed! Who wouldn't be...it's CINDERELLA after all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9USFHTGKgI/TojzjWsZdJI/AAAAAAAAEZc/6C_YUheoNhY/s1600/princess+party+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9USFHTGKgI/TojzjWsZdJI/AAAAAAAAEZc/6C_YUheoNhY/s320/princess+party+056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture because if you look closely...this is when the "little" princesses noticed Cinderella arriving ( a total surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmG10sKXst0/Tojz00lm7kI/AAAAAAAAEZg/TQhGS80E1cE/s1600/princess+party+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmG10sKXst0/Tojz00lm7kI/AAAAAAAAEZg/TQhGS80E1cE/s320/princess+party+057.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who knew Cinderella's carriage made pit stops in Fayetteville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jz5UVNV0jdo/Toj0BLEIXaI/AAAAAAAAEZk/TRdULsCQLEw/s1600/princess+party+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jz5UVNV0jdo/Toj0BLEIXaI/AAAAAAAAEZk/TRdULsCQLEw/s320/princess+party+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cinderella brought a gift for the birthday girl. Stella just stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ba5-dzlqLxc/Toj0NtZ2N1I/AAAAAAAAEZo/nKJUkKsZ42g/s1600/princess+party+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ba5-dzlqLxc/Toj0NtZ2N1I/AAAAAAAAEZo/nKJUkKsZ42g/s320/princess+party+067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of the princesses with the special guest. It was so hard to get a picture because &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;girls just kept looking at Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rmegKKy8Jc/Toj0hYpQ9FI/AAAAAAAAEZs/cj4yrS3jwE4/s1600/princess+party+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rmegKKy8Jc/Toj0hYpQ9FI/AAAAAAAAEZs/cj4yrS3jwE4/s320/princess+party+068.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amelia and Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnJkXHnFhCw/Toj0u7_mCiI/AAAAAAAAEZw/paPJMl1LpJ4/s1600/princess+party+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnJkXHnFhCw/Toj0u7_mCiI/AAAAAAAAEZw/paPJMl1LpJ4/s320/princess+party+069.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cinderella and Ashlen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMBt-nYFb_s/Toj09ucQqLI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/dacGy28AwFM/s1600/princess+party+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMBt-nYFb_s/Toj09ucQqLI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/dacGy28AwFM/s320/princess+party+070.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah with her twin Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V22_aKmd9kw/Toj1Kgg-wAI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/ORnC1MqST7k/s1600/princess+party+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V22_aKmd9kw/Toj1Kgg-wAI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/ORnC1MqST7k/s320/princess+party+071.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lilly showing Cinderella her fresh manicure from the Bibbibi Bobbiti Boutique :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a92ssddIaxg/Toj1XL_kDiI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/xKwweOw2Rrc/s1600/princess+party+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a92ssddIaxg/Toj1XL_kDiI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/xKwweOw2Rrc/s320/princess+party+078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Singing happy birthday to the birthday girl. Stella was conducting everyone with her wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3L2Qj6uVo/Toj1hWHbrSI/AAAAAAAAEaA/yUGFz7x8N4Y/s1600/princess+party+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3L2Qj6uVo/Toj1hWHbrSI/AAAAAAAAEaA/yUGFz7x8N4Y/s320/princess+party+081.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Digging in. I love how Stella is holding this cupcake with her new her rings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrA7uqpL6JI/Toj1tyqS1QI/AAAAAAAAEaE/UFf47wg_Fhc/s1600/princess+party+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrA7uqpL6JI/Toj1tyqS1QI/AAAAAAAAEaE/UFf47wg_Fhc/s320/princess+party+087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having a picnic with Belle and Ashlen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0fFwEcRLHU/Toj18cUjzyI/AAAAAAAAEaI/nje86b-_Ers/s1600/princess+party+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0fFwEcRLHU/Toj18cUjzyI/AAAAAAAAEaI/nje86b-_Ers/s320/princess+party+088.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little Sister was a Rock Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebj0DU6tCnE/Toj2JPNQenI/AAAAAAAAEaM/ajBH7eCaAGY/s1600/princess+party+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebj0DU6tCnE/Toj2JPNQenI/AAAAAAAAEaM/ajBH7eCaAGY/s320/princess+party+049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss Kate getting her nails done by the fairy Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUrYObiQEg4/Toj2V4t_lcI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/HkYnE9Tywuk/s1600/princess+party+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUrYObiQEg4/Toj2V4t_lcI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/HkYnE9Tywuk/s320/princess+party+051.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And of course EVERY Royal Celebration has a Prince Charming...and Josiah was oh so charming. Other boys were there but somehow I managed to NOT get any pcitures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfHg74JeG1Q/Toj2hxUpNHI/AAAAAAAAEaU/djvVpwhASaE/s1600/princess+party+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfHg74JeG1Q/Toj2hxUpNHI/AAAAAAAAEaU/djvVpwhASaE/s320/princess+party+047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate and Hannah playing at "Belle's Ball" (see &lt;a href="http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/party-prep.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; for explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1kYMiSnd9o/Toj2t2lVcbI/AAAAAAAAEaY/dFEBwDX-uGo/s1600/princess+party+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1kYMiSnd9o/Toj2t2lVcbI/AAAAAAAAEaY/dFEBwDX-uGo/s320/princess+party+077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Princess Amelia decorating her "Cinderella Carriage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPe6pdmV5N4/Toj25nEwTuI/AAAAAAAAEac/KRnHpWx0Cdo/s1600/princess+party+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPe6pdmV5N4/Toj25nEwTuI/AAAAAAAAEac/KRnHpWx0Cdo/s320/princess+party+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;More Boutique fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TIt2Ov_GCs/Toj3GbMu-FI/AAAAAAAAEag/KJv_IkmZ0BI/s1600/princess+party+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TIt2Ov_GCs/Toj3GbMu-FI/AAAAAAAAEag/KJv_IkmZ0BI/s320/princess+party+044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was so fun to see these little sweethearts dress up. Loved it. Sleeping Beauty (Ashlen), Cinderella (Kate), and Belle (Stella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsjKaPCxjis/Toj3S5nkswI/AAAAAAAAEak/VFVnHe69L3E/s1600/princess+party+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsjKaPCxjis/Toj3S5nkswI/AAAAAAAAEak/VFVnHe69L3E/s320/princess+party+045.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All princesses MUST wear their heals when playing on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this was such a fun party to plan, but it was even more "magical" to watch it unfold. Stella had such a great time with all her friends. She is still talking about and has asked me if Cinderella made her way back to the Prince:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my Little Belle had a good time because really that's all that matters. Plus lets face it, I love Disneyland and Disney World so it was fun to have a little taste of it right here in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Princess Stella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-1404082535666768708?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1404082535666768708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1404082535666768708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1404082535666768708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1404082535666768708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/royal-celebration.html' title='Royal Celebration'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gBncZMTKE8/TojzRj6b7JI/AAAAAAAAEZY/vpEvzG1cuBU/s72-c/princess+party+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3684632838996664081</id><published>2011-10-02T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:24:11.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLrZr3gTOZ0/Tojh0wMVC9I/AAAAAAAAEYs/jTmW8aq8HvI/s1600/princess+party+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLrZr3gTOZ0/Tojh0wMVC9I/AAAAAAAAEYs/jTmW8aq8HvI/s320/princess+party+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You might wonder what it takes to be a princess! Well, Princess Stella is willing to share a few tips and give you the details from her Royal ball. Of course, you have to do your hair the night BEFORE the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRho844NQiA/Tojtl7IX32I/AAAAAAAAEYw/7dgX5gAVzi4/s1600/princess+party+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRho844NQiA/Tojtl7IX32I/AAAAAAAAEYw/7dgX5gAVzi4/s320/princess+party+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom (GaGa) bought these for her and we decided to try them out to get "Belle" hair for the party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DsPHVcB8vU/TojtzAOAmqI/AAAAAAAAEY0/ugnPx8q5cvU/s1600/princess+party+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DsPHVcB8vU/TojtzAOAmqI/AAAAAAAAEY0/ugnPx8q5cvU/s320/princess+party+020.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When your the princess you have to get ready early and make sure everything is in place. (the hair was a very curly ponytail...it was super cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlRRzJyxs20/TojuBlstboI/AAAAAAAAEY4/rKq5Gdz_rRY/s1600/princess+party+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlRRzJyxs20/TojuBlstboI/AAAAAAAAEY4/rKq5Gdz_rRY/s320/princess+party+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the princesses were there. This was the dessert table...I didn't get the food table. When trying to keep up with a princess time can slip away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_u4iX0n9Ic/TojuPOsSwdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/PCRukBIJ1Rc/s1600/princess+party+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_u4iX0n9Ic/TojuPOsSwdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/PCRukBIJ1Rc/s320/princess+party+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the party favors...the &lt;strike&gt;girls&lt;/strike&gt; princesses got Disney cups with bracelets, a ring and of course a wand. The knights/princes took home swords with candy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAuKNiqOuwg/Tojubvc7i_I/AAAAAAAAEZA/BDEmkIk2pvc/s1600/princess+party+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAuKNiqOuwg/Tojubvc7i_I/AAAAAAAAEZA/BDEmkIk2pvc/s320/princess+party+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every princess has a castle. This is Rapunzel's castle. It was a big hit with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-dx4zWqwtE/TojunyXZ8_I/AAAAAAAAEZE/VYNw66wYogg/s1600/princess+party+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-dx4zWqwtE/TojunyXZ8_I/AAAAAAAAEZE/VYNw66wYogg/s320/princess+party+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All princesses need to be glitzed up so we opened the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique nail salon. It was a HUGE hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnSRIV8mATM/Toju0MCi69I/AAAAAAAAEZI/mJetX-LqCsY/s1600/princess+party+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnSRIV8mATM/Toju0MCi69I/AAAAAAAAEZI/mJetX-LqCsY/s320/princess+party+033.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jasmine was nice enough to loan us Aladdins' magic carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHpIA_N12IA/TojvBQ21gzI/AAAAAAAAEZM/Jmya9aoRc3U/s1600/princess+party+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHpIA_N12IA/TojvBQ21gzI/AAAAAAAAEZM/Jmya9aoRc3U/s320/princess+party+039.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We decorated Cinderella's carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiJvXNktTvw/TojvNZ34WxI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/opzJ2oEUbws/s1600/princess+party+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiJvXNktTvw/TojvNZ34WxI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/opzJ2oEUbws/s320/princess+party+034.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Belle's ball was a treasure box filled with treats under all the "balls". (this was daddy's idea and so fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQHceKSQOlw/TojvZsWgWLI/AAAAAAAAEZU/1jCorPQ3U7g/s1600/princess+party+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQHceKSQOlw/TojvZsWgWLI/AAAAAAAAEZU/1jCorPQ3U7g/s320/princess+party+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course every princess party needs a fairy Godmother (aka Aunt Lori) who made the party extra magical with all the sparkly signs and special stickers for all the manicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun and I"m very thankful for Grandma Reen (my grandma), Gaga (my mom) and Grammie (Tom's mom) for cleaning, rearranging, suggesting, cooking, shopping to make this Royal Celebration a little Princesses Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Pics coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3684632838996664081?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3684632838996664081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3684632838996664081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3684632838996664081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3684632838996664081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/10/party-prep.html' title='Party Prep'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLrZr3gTOZ0/Tojh0wMVC9I/AAAAAAAAEYs/jTmW8aq8HvI/s72-c/princess+party+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6349237143078389320</id><published>2011-09-25T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:03:00.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Stella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU_-DSFV5hk/Tn_J5VsqRQI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Q4wYwBShcI0/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU_-DSFV5hk/Tn_J5VsqRQI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Q4wYwBShcI0/s320/oregon.+school.bed+126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy 3rd Birthday Sweet Stella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88cgsSZtm5M/Tn_KFy96YMI/AAAAAAAAEYc/bOne1Wzsn44/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88cgsSZtm5M/Tn_KFy96YMI/AAAAAAAAEYc/bOne1Wzsn44/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seems like just yesterday you came into our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arG2qnQOyj0/Tn_KkVfYzWI/AAAAAAAAEYg/fY76w5YoXks/s1600/snoozin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arG2qnQOyj0/Tn_KkVfYzWI/AAAAAAAAEYg/fY76w5YoXks/s1600/snoozin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;How has it already been 3 years since I first held you in my arms. Time is flying by and I need it to SLOW down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MSZQJjk56k/Tn_LU2Kte5I/AAAAAAAAEYk/TlSk9_inwoY/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MSZQJjk56k/Tn_LU2Kte5I/AAAAAAAAEYk/TlSk9_inwoY/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can still remember the toothy grin from your first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL_ui_BUAY8/Tn_MYsyClUI/AAAAAAAAEYo/VL7LCJbr85s/s1600/2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL_ui_BUAY8/Tn_MYsyClUI/AAAAAAAAEYo/VL7LCJbr85s/s320/2" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And your "me-do" attitude at your second birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are..THREE YEARS OLD! For some reason you going from 2 to 3 is hard on me. My little girl is growing up and I just want to press pause. You are so fun right now and I want to bottle you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you. I remember your "birth"day like it was yesterday. You were my little sumo wrestler with a head of dark hair. Now you're my tall, dark, and sweet little girl. You've really started to give a real glimpse of what your little personality is going to be like. You fun and ALL girl. You love to dance, laugh and dress up. You are eager to be a "big" girl, but are still a bit timid at times. I'm pretty sure you're going to be a leader. And I KNOW that whatever you do you're going to do it a 100% and make sure everyone else is doing it right too. :)&lt;br /&gt;You love to tell stories. You love your doggie and Daisy. You love to shop and pick out shoes and clothes (Lord, help us). You tend to favor mommy, but daddy hangs the moon. You are an INCREDIBLE big sister and Emerson watches your every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to be your mommy. And no matter what I'll be your biggest cheerleader in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 3 years Stella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6349237143078389320?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6349237143078389320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6349237143078389320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6349237143078389320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6349237143078389320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-sweet-stella.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Stella'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU_-DSFV5hk/Tn_J5VsqRQI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Q4wYwBShcI0/s72-c/oregon.+school.bed+126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6652604041938963793</id><published>2011-09-14T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:51:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-so6d4ehHH70/TnDIARtjbiI/AAAAAAAAEXs/QjP5PINwBDk/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-so6d4ehHH70/TnDIARtjbiI/AAAAAAAAEXs/QjP5PINwBDk/s320/oregon.+school.bed+159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I'm WAY behind on my Oregon posts, but better late than never. One day while I was home we drove to the beach. Before we go on I must fill you in. If you've ever been to the Oregon coast then skip ahead,but if not you need to know why we are bundled up in sweatshirts. You see even if it's an amazing day at the beach (70's plus) you still need to be ready for the cool wind. So we were but for the first time in FOREVER...it wasn't windy at the beach. It was actually HOT. I know my pictures don't show it, but these were taken in the first minutes we were there...not soon after we were all shedding layers and applying sunscreen. It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fljlIWCYGgo/TnDIcVDgJlI/AAAAAAAAEXw/RED1NVZf4Eg/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fljlIWCYGgo/TnDIcVDgJlI/AAAAAAAAEXw/RED1NVZf4Eg/s320/oregon.+school.bed+164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson enjoyed it. She was just chill watching everything around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTHrqeFc8oI/TnDI2qyVpkI/AAAAAAAAEX0/Ic-_72eG4ds/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTHrqeFc8oI/TnDI2qyVpkI/AAAAAAAAEX0/Ic-_72eG4ds/s320/oregon.+school.bed+167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone was very serious about her sand castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNf1vsOkOco/TnDJiXI3mJI/AAAAAAAAEX4/aObWs8Fa8x0/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNf1vsOkOco/TnDJiXI3mJI/AAAAAAAAEX4/aObWs8Fa8x0/s320/oregon.+school.bed+168.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ffr2O3AZVM/TnDJ30vrKqI/AAAAAAAAEX8/FczfTCvANcA/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ffr2O3AZVM/TnDJ30vrKqI/AAAAAAAAEX8/FczfTCvANcA/s320/oregon.+school.bed+169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It didn't take long before the crew had to hit the water in search for seashells. Hunter was all over the place I didn't even get him in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0V4_pI1wig/TnDKGQ9qvdI/AAAAAAAAEYA/IM8Mf74Nnuk/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0V4_pI1wig/TnDKGQ9qvdI/AAAAAAAAEYA/IM8Mf74Nnuk/s320/oregon.+school.bed+176.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sawyer LOVED the water. I think he would've swam with the sharks if we let him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNJ7_0ic6WY/TnDKT2n_twI/AAAAAAAAEYE/vqmcyV9_5us/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNJ7_0ic6WY/TnDKT2n_twI/AAAAAAAAEYE/vqmcyV9_5us/s320/oregon.+school.bed+178.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella wasn't sure about the tide going in and out at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_hMBRePQjo/TnDKhJRglKI/AAAAAAAAEYI/erxOPg_EIHM/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_hMBRePQjo/TnDKhJRglKI/AAAAAAAAEYI/erxOPg_EIHM/s320/oregon.+school.bed+187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the end of our time on the beach...Hunter and Sawyer were soaked. Stella was wet but not as much (she is prissy afterall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOO3dM0KSbk/TnDKt9b3v3I/AAAAAAAAEYM/C32xc4xew98/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOO3dM0KSbk/TnDKt9b3v3I/AAAAAAAAEYM/C32xc4xew98/s320/oregon.+school.bed+190.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/-k9AQ7ZczwtY/TnDK6lG9V7I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/xjHMYl9yfpg/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9AQ7ZczwtY/TnDK6lG9V7I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/xjHMYl9yfpg/s320/oregon.+school.bed+197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And after a change of clothes, a yummy lunch, and the ride home...everyone had to check out their loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZRPEfxI-6A/TnDLHWlaWRI/AAAAAAAAEYU/rP6HHIEa2M8/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZRPEfxI-6A/TnDLHWlaWRI/AAAAAAAAEYU/rP6HHIEa2M8/s320/oregon.+school.bed+195.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, you see why I barely got a picture of Hunter. He was very busy collecting sea "treasures."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6652604041938963793?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6652604041938963793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6652604041938963793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6652604041938963793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6652604041938963793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-so6d4ehHH70/TnDIARtjbiI/AAAAAAAAEXs/QjP5PINwBDk/s72-c/oregon.+school.bed+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6845779227650214878</id><published>2011-09-07T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:39:36.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Week for Our Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fwGPpKJJ5Y/TmgJN3XAx5I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Mj-yn_R3gPI/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fwGPpKJJ5Y/TmgJN3XAx5I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Mj-yn_R3gPI/s320/oregon.+school.bed+324.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was this little photographers 1st day of school. And she insisted that she take my picture instead of me getting her this morning. Stella is little Miss Bossy&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdfAuGeA9Z4/TmgJfn-XE-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/WVyrcHqwlsQ/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdfAuGeA9Z4/TmgJfn-XE-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/WVyrcHqwlsQ/s320/oregon.+school.bed+329.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to head out the door with her new backpack and lunch box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5wu4VLZHO4/TmgJ2Ht691I/AAAAAAAAEXY/GBjOnOnDbMw/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5wu4VLZHO4/TmgJ2Ht691I/AAAAAAAAEXY/GBjOnOnDbMw/s320/oregon.+school.bed+333.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A forced "cheese" She did great her first day and we SOOO excited Miss Jamie was her teacher again. And she has talked about her new teacher Miss Merrily all day too, so I have a feeling she is going to love this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7JPRI73Q7k/TmgKHlQroKI/AAAAAAAAEXc/I2XjuYwLZwQ/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7JPRI73Q7k/TmgKHlQroKI/AAAAAAAAEXc/I2XjuYwLZwQ/s320/oregon.+school.bed+335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another BIG deal in our household this week...Stella is in her big girl BED!!! This was nap time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqBpqhouOA0/TmgKV98bBsI/AAAAAAAAEXg/2ft3sWoTsHA/s1600/oregon.+school.bed+336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqBpqhouOA0/TmgKV98bBsI/AAAAAAAAEXg/2ft3sWoTsHA/s320/oregon.+school.bed+336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She LOVES her bed. I think she likes her princess pillows from Gaga and this princess bed rail daddy found the BEST, She calls it her Cinderella bed...I guess whatever works, right? Stella has done great. I was worried about the transition, but it's been EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKvvfxlYMPk/TmgLC7dEeUI/AAAAAAAAEXk/y41gCUON_B0/s1600/bed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKvvfxlYMPk/TmgLC7dEeUI/AAAAAAAAEXk/y41gCUON_B0/s320/bed.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's the bed before all the stuff animals and lovies over took it. It's just perfect for Stella. Thanks to Gaga for finding this cute bedding and for such a deal!&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: left;"&gt;But can someone tell me when did my baby get so big? Really?!?! A big girl bed...time please slow down!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6845779227650214878?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6845779227650214878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6845779227650214878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6845779227650214878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6845779227650214878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-week-for-our-big-girl.html' title='Big Week for Our Big Girl'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fwGPpKJJ5Y/TmgJN3XAx5I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Mj-yn_R3gPI/s72-c/oregon.+school.bed+324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8376797223439397897</id><published>2011-08-23T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:51:37.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>82 Party Themes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UQcDF3qIh8/TlO6Y9qUcJI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Xd88mJc7bHI/s1600/4+grandkis+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UQcDF3qIh8/TlO6Y9qUcJI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Xd88mJc7bHI/s320/4+grandkis+013.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please look at my sweet Grandma! I'm so excited we were here to celebrate her 82nd birthday this week. And did we celebrate! The kids (a 4 year old, almost 3 year old, almost 2 year old and 6 month old) were in charge! ha! You name a kids theme...and it was included in this wild get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElYCkvOHuKg/TlO6noPqnmI/AAAAAAAAEWs/ALB-F4P0Uig/s1600/4+grandkis+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ElYCkvOHuKg/TlO6noPqnmI/AAAAAAAAEWs/ALB-F4P0Uig/s320/4+grandkis+009.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma didn't even make it into the entry way before they were giving her her present and&amp;nbsp; ripping into. I think she liked her new purse and wallet, but we didn't get to ask her because it was onto more of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIzIgf49eAs/TlO622u50dI/AAAAAAAAEWw/gIsGKQzKOO4/s1600/4+grandkis+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIzIgf49eAs/TlO622u50dI/AAAAAAAAEWw/gIsGKQzKOO4/s320/4+grandkis+011.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids picked the cake. Yes, there was a princess theme, but if you look behind the crown there is also a dinosaur (theme #2). You should have seen the bakeries face when they said they wanted a princess/dinosaur cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMkMe-UBWI/TlO7F6CXDRI/AAAAAAAAEW0/ntbZF0wdUYY/s1600/4+grandkis+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMkMe-UBWI/TlO7F6CXDRI/AAAAAAAAEW0/ntbZF0wdUYY/s320/4+grandkis+014.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice the party hats and you can see a peak of the balloons. There was a Disney balloon, spiderman, Tinkerbell, star, etc...the themes were endless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2x-iOE_M4g/TlO7Udv972I/AAAAAAAAEW4/3Hw8gdPTmWI/s1600/4+grandkis+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2x-iOE_M4g/TlO7Udv972I/AAAAAAAAEW4/3Hw8gdPTmWI/s320/4+grandkis+015.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thrilled about their party hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey4ClzAulZM/TlO7jIm-dzI/AAAAAAAAEW8/8PeAkWoeZNk/s1600/4+grandkis+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey4ClzAulZM/TlO7jIm-dzI/AAAAAAAAEW8/8PeAkWoeZNk/s320/4+grandkis+017.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;ARRRGGHH! An 82nd party is NEVER&amp;nbsp; complete without a pirate game :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0cUDLILbh4/TlO7yefuKzI/AAAAAAAAEXA/7r0o8KptniQ/s1600/4+grandkis+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0cUDLILbh4/TlO7yefuKzI/AAAAAAAAEXA/7r0o8KptniQ/s320/4+grandkis+018.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Singing and ready to dig in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g0dht86J0oE/TlO8CMWu9II/AAAAAAAAEXE/N8kAajuUEaI/s1600/4+grandkis+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g0dht86J0oE/TlO8CMWu9II/AAAAAAAAEXE/N8kAajuUEaI/s320/4+grandkis+021.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sugar High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFxxz09CcAo/TlO8Rb_kAKI/AAAAAAAAEXI/nvuyHW6c2Qs/s1600/4+grandkis+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFxxz09CcAo/TlO8Rb_kAKI/AAAAAAAAEXI/nvuyHW6c2Qs/s320/4+grandkis+022.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Princess! (yes, that is the crown from the cake...party favor for Miss Stella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVE4QaTR4m4/TlO8gnhl9BI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JH0NqErXiAk/s1600/4+grandkis+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVE4QaTR4m4/TlO8gnhl9BI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JH0NqErXiAk/s320/4+grandkis+023.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet Hunter sharing (ok, he was eating Grandmas after his) cake with Grandma Reen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!! Thank you for allowing this wild bunch to throw you the BEST party yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-8376797223439397897?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8376797223439397897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8376797223439397897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8376797223439397897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8376797223439397897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/82-party-themes.html' title='82 Party Themes'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UQcDF3qIh8/TlO6Y9qUcJI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Xd88mJc7bHI/s72-c/4+grandkis+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-719965001617509529</id><published>2011-08-16T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:28:20.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Year...What?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-BMI1e4QUg/TlO2B_rrmrI/AAAAAAAAEWY/w_UkGPIypic/s1600/4+grandkis+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-BMI1e4QUg/TlO2B_rrmrI/AAAAAAAAEWY/w_UkGPIypic/s320/4+grandkis+001.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 6 MONTHS EMERSON!&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/-Aodxx1xMKgE/TlO2PyN5EDI/AAAAAAAAEWc/veLRRjZeG70/s1600/4+grandkis+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aodxx1xMKgE/TlO2PyN5EDI/AAAAAAAAEWc/veLRRjZeG70/s320/4+grandkis+027.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;YOU ARE OUR JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSbONp_a0yM/TlO2eK3Hq1I/AAAAAAAAEWg/FzPWl8a3OEQ/s1600/4+grandkis+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSbONp_a0yM/TlO2eK3Hq1I/AAAAAAAAEWg/FzPWl8a3OEQ/s320/4+grandkis+029.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;WE CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALREADY BEEN HALF A&amp;nbsp; YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWFsnoYteds/TlO2sLVvefI/AAAAAAAAEWk/tpwnnjgspU4/s1600/4+grandkis+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWFsnoYteds/TlO2sLVvefI/AAAAAAAAEWk/tpwnnjgspU4/s320/4+grandkis+030.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE ARE SO THANKFUL FOR YOU AND THOSE SWEET BABY BLUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe it's already been 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit there were days I thought we'd never reach this point, but now that we have I have to say it's flying by. &lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Thing had a growth spurt these last couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats...&lt;br /&gt;27.4 inches long = 90th percentile (she was 50th percentile at 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;15.4 ounces = 50th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson is wearing 6-9 months clothes, size 2 diapers.&lt;br /&gt;She is eating some solids and loves it. So far, avocados are her favorite! She doesn't have much of a menu but we're adding to it! Poor thing has been teething for forever but has nothing to show for it yet :(&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like her reflux is letting up, so things for this sweet pea are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're having fun and boy oh boy we're having a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-719965001617509529?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/719965001617509529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=719965001617509529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/719965001617509529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/719965001617509529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/half-yearwhat.html' title='Half a Year...What?!?'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-BMI1e4QUg/TlO2B_rrmrI/AAAAAAAAEWY/w_UkGPIypic/s72-c/4+grandkis+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2897875368883751478</id><published>2011-08-12T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:08:00.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I'm proud to say my almost 3 year old is potty trained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you have asked me (ok, maybe 2 people asked, but I want to document it either way) how we conquered the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, first of all we waited until she seemed ready...she was MORE than ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuAPNWi6XN4/TkSTZHnSaKI/AAAAAAAAEV8/fXWTKtotMlc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuAPNWi6XN4/TkSTZHnSaKI/AAAAAAAAEV8/fXWTKtotMlc/s320/003.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella and I had a potty date to walmart to gear up for the week at home in panties. She was very thorough while trying to pick the perfect potty seat. (we don't even use it anymore, but it made her more excited at first, so it was worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErfHhGiNb1c/TkSTk29vncI/AAAAAAAAEWA/W_WodWNX8HI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErfHhGiNb1c/TkSTk29vncI/AAAAAAAAEWA/W_WodWNX8HI/s320/004.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Stella picked out a treat she was rewarded with for peeing on the potty. Star Marshmellows did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jclu7ncbDlg/TkSTveSx7CI/AAAAAAAAEWE/u4ykCmQQMQA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jclu7ncbDlg/TkSTveSx7CI/AAAAAAAAEWE/u4ykCmQQMQA/s320/005.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loaded up. Notice she picked the princess seat. And yes, lots of juice. Stella normally just drinks water and milk but in an effort to get her "extra" hydrated so we could jump start the trips to the bathroom we loaded up on Cars Juice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w4uTP2j1A8/TkST6_2RgCI/AAAAAAAAEWI/GT7qBq3glYw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w4uTP2j1A8/TkST6_2RgCI/AAAAAAAAEWI/GT7qBq3glYw/s320/006.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course we picked out the perfect panties...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrm4fC4i1mU/TkSUUGKXoBI/AAAAAAAAEWM/8mOW93d-Wa4/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrm4fC4i1mU/TkSUUGKXoBI/AAAAAAAAEWM/8mOW93d-Wa4/s320/009.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had reading material just in case a little extra time on the potty was needed. Nothing like reading a little Bible to motivate you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqb-EIQG74o/TkSUdJIklGI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/AWmoYe5TvS4/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqb-EIQG74o/TkSUdJIklGI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/AWmoYe5TvS4/s320/044.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿And of course we had a BIG treat (ie: ice cream with gummy worms) when she had no accidents and FINALLY went #2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, so now you've seen all our supplies. This is what we did. I cleared off my calendar for an entire week and we decided to hunker down at home and play, pee, drink, pee, eat, pee,...you get the idea. I started the week by setting a timer EVERY 15 minutes and taking Stella to the potty. She HATED that! HATED it. She was excited to be in her panties,&amp;nbsp; but she didn't like go to the bathroom so often so I stretched it to 30 minutes...she didn't like that much better. So, pumping her full of juice and water she just started telling me she had to go and that was it. We were DONE with the timers and my constant nagging. Stella hasn't had one accident in the last month since we started this. Going #2 was a BIG struggle at first, but she's finally coming around. She wouldn't have accidents she just wouldn't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realize potty training is different for every child and we waited LONG enough to toss the diapers. I'm glad we waited until she was ready because my strong will child could havemade this a wild ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, there you go..that's how we did it. If you're entering this fun phase of "toddler-hood" GOOD LUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-2897875368883751478?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2897875368883751478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2897875368883751478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2897875368883751478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2897875368883751478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/potty-training-boot-camp.html' title='Potty Training Boot Camp'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuAPNWi6XN4/TkSTZHnSaKI/AAAAAAAAEV8/fXWTKtotMlc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2616981351873627160</id><published>2011-08-11T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:22:43.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella's Interview and Pics of Emme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago my friend, &lt;a href="http://brodyfrancis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer,&lt;/a&gt; interviewed her son for a little afternoon fun. I thought it was a cute idea so I did the same with Stella. I hope to do it again and compare answers as she gets older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL1MydX9aIw/TkScLBAhTqI/AAAAAAAAEWU/esBYmhGLBmE/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL1MydX9aIw/TkScLBAhTqI/AAAAAAAAEWU/esBYmhGLBmE/s320/031.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please look at this pose. When she tried this swimsuit on she said "Mommy take my picture. This suit is cute." OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your name? &lt;/strong&gt;Stella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old are you? &lt;/strong&gt;2. After my birthday I'll be 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;ummm, ummm, milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your best friend? &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know. My princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite animal? &lt;/strong&gt;Horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you going to be when you grow up? &lt;/strong&gt;I'm going to be a bad girl. (oh Lord help us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite book? &lt;/strong&gt;Cat in Hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you happy? &lt;/strong&gt;Sallie and Cilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you sad? &lt;/strong&gt;A boy from school. (she said his name but I'm protecting him, ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite food? &lt;/strong&gt;peas, carrots, turkey, grapes, broccoli, and meal (oatmeal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;/strong&gt; Mickey Guitar song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite game?&lt;/strong&gt; Hide and Seek &amp;amp; Coloring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtE0Y_H91UQ/TkQ1ahRSLnI/AAAAAAAAEVo/VPTctYlqmwA/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtE0Y_H91UQ/TkQ1ahRSLnI/AAAAAAAAEVo/VPTctYlqmwA/s320/080.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm so behind on posting so I decided to take some of my phone pictures of sweet Emerson and include them in this random post. Here she is in her Sunday best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qohwyoKGrq4/TkQ1l38NE-I/AAAAAAAAEVs/8jqFjvj4w1Q/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qohwyoKGrq4/TkQ1l38NE-I/AAAAAAAAEVs/8jqFjvj4w1Q/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watching daddy one EARLY morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ad-wDN8BNAU/TkQ1wlLSwkI/AAAAAAAAEVw/E1bmHY0ogmI/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ad-wDN8BNAU/TkQ1wlLSwkI/AAAAAAAAEVw/E1bmHY0ogmI/s320/038.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Helping me in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ymEXTP5hg/TkQ17hBAPWI/AAAAAAAAEV0/rF554QR1lqM/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ymEXTP5hg/TkQ17hBAPWI/AAAAAAAAEV0/rF554QR1lqM/s320/086.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sitting up like a big girl and VERY proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oui2madK-eA/TkQ2FuSmEnI/AAAAAAAAEV4/vKHYHAH8nq8/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oui2madK-eA/TkQ2FuSmEnI/AAAAAAAAEV4/vKHYHAH8nq8/s320/094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she's trying to decide if she wants to suck her thumb. Only time will tell, but I sucked mine til I was seven. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-2616981351873627160?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2616981351873627160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2616981351873627160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2616981351873627160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2616981351873627160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/stellas-interview-and-pics-of-emme.html' title='Stella&apos;s Interview and Pics of Emme'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL1MydX9aIw/TkScLBAhTqI/AAAAAAAAEWU/esBYmhGLBmE/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8672409876949692061</id><published>2011-08-10T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:41:22.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvIY5k4ATdI/TkLbGqSaUsI/AAAAAAAAEVY/znbPhEVdm9I/s1600/sallie+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvIY5k4ATdI/TkLbGqSaUsI/AAAAAAAAEVY/znbPhEVdm9I/s320/sallie+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH my word! When did these two grow up? I swear it was just yesterday Sallie's mom, &lt;a href="http://richandrenee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt;, and I would bump (literally and figuratively) at church and wonder what are sweet girls would be like. Well, almost 3 years later it's obvious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6j4kehxdaAI/TkLbWS9M7sI/AAAAAAAAEVc/ttda2tUwBFA/s1600/sallie+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6j4kehxdaAI/TkLbWS9M7sI/AAAAAAAAEVc/ttda2tUwBFA/s320/sallie+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;they're princesses! Stella and i don't get to see Sallie and Renee often, but it's always a fun time when we do. We finally had them over today and the girls played together great (for the most part). And soon before they left the girls decided to be princesses. I love that Sallie is also holding the Rapunzel doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja6nH8rLc9M/TkLbkJoOopI/AAAAAAAAEVg/6NfCs2_uwpc/s1600/sallie+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja6nH8rLc9M/TkLbkJoOopI/AAAAAAAAEVg/6NfCs2_uwpc/s320/sallie+004.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we were helping into their "gowns" Stella was frantically looking for her crown and she informed me, "You can't be a princess without a crown." Now I know :)&lt;br /&gt;By the way Sallie is a month older than Stella..last year they were both into Mickey and had Mickey b-day parties...this year they're both having princess parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DEoqBr8GP4/TkLb0w1RO2I/AAAAAAAAEVk/-tZ_4TZSA78/s1600/sallie+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DEoqBr8GP4/TkLb0w1RO2I/AAAAAAAAEVk/-tZ_4TZSA78/s320/sallie+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The two princesses watched a little Alice in Wonderland and then it was nap time. As I'm writing this Stella is napping, but you should know she's now wearing the Rapunzel dress. Yes, she's even a princess when she sleeps. (sidenote: I would letter her wear her Belle dress to bed because there's too much glitter, so we compromised:))&lt;br /&gt;As always it was fun to catch up with Renee. She really has the sweetest spirit and is super encouraging. It was also fun to sit back and hear the two little princesses carry on little conversations...such a fun age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-8672409876949692061?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8672409876949692061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8672409876949692061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8672409876949692061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8672409876949692061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-princesses.html' title='Pretty Princesses'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvIY5k4ATdI/TkLbGqSaUsI/AAAAAAAAEVY/znbPhEVdm9I/s72-c/sallie+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3580145526164625774</id><published>2011-08-07T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:15:30.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mollie Beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqsjpARBq5c/Tj8n8_eTM_I/AAAAAAAAEU4/EiKqV0NZZrM/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqsjpARBq5c/Tj8n8_eTM_I/AAAAAAAAEU4/EiKqV0NZZrM/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+002.JPG" t$="true" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a busy Saturday. We kicked it off with a party for Stella's sweet friend Miss Mollie Beth.This is the best picture I could of both of them. They were too busy getting ready to splash around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKFgy6XaJKc/Tj8oJvHrG6I/AAAAAAAAEU8/_YIfRpvEo5c/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKFgy6XaJKc/Tj8oJvHrG6I/AAAAAAAAEU8/_YIfRpvEo5c/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+004.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cute birthday girl wasted NO time getting wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swSAR7JEzHo/Tj8oVpebI9I/AAAAAAAAEVA/DlTE3tReKqU/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swSAR7JEzHo/Tj8oVpebI9I/AAAAAAAAEVA/DlTE3tReKqU/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+003.JPG" t$="true" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stella wasn't sure about the sprinkler ball, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uySwBNwXZiQ/Tj8ohvg5hTI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MezkEiaMdMo/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uySwBNwXZiQ/Tj8ohvg5hTI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MezkEiaMdMo/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+006.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this thrill seeker was in love once she found the slide/pool around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrzhNbu7lhg/Tj8ousscTwI/AAAAAAAAEVI/jJX_HyWV9RI/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrzhNbu7lhg/Tj8ousscTwI/AAAAAAAAEVI/jJX_HyWV9RI/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+007.JPG" t$="true" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-icffVbMSE/Tj8o66hBHnI/AAAAAAAAEVM/1KGpUljFCPg/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-icffVbMSE/Tj8o66hBHnI/AAAAAAAAEVM/1KGpUljFCPg/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+008.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure she was saying again here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDrx7f8-WFU/Tj8pImQeeUI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/lgZW6WnG6vw/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDrx7f8-WFU/Tj8pImQeeUI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/lgZW6WnG6vw/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+010.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The birthday girl with her GOLDEN cake for her GOLDEN birthday...3 years old on the 3rd! Happy birthday Mollie Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OpS7ZtX9Hw/Tj8pWOGlS-I/AAAAAAAAEVU/JW17hnCTPOc/s1600/mollie%2527s+bday+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OpS7ZtX9Hw/Tj8pWOGlS-I/AAAAAAAAEVU/JW17hnCTPOc/s320/mollie%2527s+bday+014.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the birthday party, Stella and I ran home. She went down for a nap and this cutie and I headed out to a baby shower for Mindi and sweet Emma Grace (on the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a couples wedding shower later that evening. It was a busy day, but it was so fun to celebrate so many different stages in life with sweet friends! LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3580145526164625774?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3580145526164625774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3580145526164625774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3580145526164625774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3580145526164625774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-mollie-beth.html' title='Happy Birthday Mollie Beth'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqsjpARBq5c/Tj8n8_eTM_I/AAAAAAAAEU4/EiKqV0NZZrM/s72-c/mollie%2527s+bday+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7453236515339074456</id><published>2011-08-01T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:25:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It a Better Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qHuUka8B_I/Tjan-ZnGyHI/AAAAAAAAEUw/toD3YmqCMLc/s1600/better+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qHuUka8B_I/Tjan-ZnGyHI/AAAAAAAAEUw/toD3YmqCMLc/s320/better+1.JPG" t$="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My daddy gets up at WHAT time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHYGBTy84ig/TjaoJIkkI_I/AAAAAAAAEU0/FD01AQ7q6fc/s1600/better+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHYGBTy84ig/TjaoJIkkI_I/AAAAAAAAEU0/FD01AQ7q6fc/s320/better+2.JPG" t$="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's ok because my daddy makes it a better day :) Emerson is a big fan of our local NBC stations, KNWA Today. She usually catches the last few minutes of the show. She is a big fan of watching her daddy on the news. I'm not kidding when I tell you that she turns her head in all sorts of directions trying to find him when she hears his voice come on. Sometimes she's so distracted I can't feed her, so off goes the TV. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tom's co-anchor gave this to Emme when she was born and it finally fits. She was pretty proud to support her daddy the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love those cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS "Make it a better day" is the shows theme/motto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7453236515339074456?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7453236515339074456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7453236515339074456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7453236515339074456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7453236515339074456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-it-better-day.html' title='Make It a Better Day'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qHuUka8B_I/Tjan-ZnGyHI/AAAAAAAAEUw/toD3YmqCMLc/s72-c/better+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6831382456739626255</id><published>2011-07-17T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:58:24.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzlin Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prjNaxLnn1U/TiOPP2KPIvI/AAAAAAAAEUE/HqtQmipcONE/s1600/pool+fun+001.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/-prjNaxLnn1U/TiOPP2KPIvI/AAAAAAAAEUE/HqtQmipcONE/s320/pool+fun+001.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you live in Arkansas than you know it's hot, if you don't well, IT'S HOT! Tonight I decided Stella and I needed a little fun after Emerson went down. Tom was at a game, so we headed outside for a little fun in the pool. You see recently it's been soo hot outside you have to wait until after 7 to enjoy it. Even as I'm writing this (8:50) it's 88...92 heat index. What!?! Where's the Oregon summer's that I love. And it's supposed to be in the 100's this week..yikes. So we're having fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqNCR7cCL08/TiOPaWXIQpI/AAAAAAAAEUI/TNTYrk1rgAg/s1600/pool+fun+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqNCR7cCL08/TiOPaWXIQpI/AAAAAAAAEUI/TNTYrk1rgAg/s320/pool+fun+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was surprised Stella got so into it. Last time we tried this she wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5yGq4o9ZDs/TiOPlxoXSvI/AAAAAAAAEUM/AldjNUzaa-0/s1600/pool+fun+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5yGq4o9ZDs/TiOPlxoXSvI/AAAAAAAAEUM/AldjNUzaa-0/s320/pool+fun+003.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting water out of her bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsWSAnn56k/TiOPxFSBKbI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/pLUc-jXgCJI/s1600/pool+fun+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dsWSAnn56k/TiOPxFSBKbI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/pLUc-jXgCJI/s320/pool+fun+004.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3SQQ44GKOA/TiOP9gUjCHI/AAAAAAAAEUU/aInSbcdio2g/s1600/pool+fun+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3SQQ44GKOA/TiOP9gUjCHI/AAAAAAAAEUU/aInSbcdio2g/s320/pool+fun+005.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Showing off her little pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6mfQUikPsg/TiOQJCVG81I/AAAAAAAAEUY/aQSGHUgk6vA/s1600/pool+fun+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6mfQUikPsg/TiOQJCVG81I/AAAAAAAAEUY/aQSGHUgk6vA/s320/pool+fun+006.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This girl is VERY SASSY. She posed like this and said take my picture. Oh Lord, please help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LL0ax3wzO-w/TiOQVYvOu6I/AAAAAAAAEUc/1-b-2l3UD1A/s1600/pool+fun+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LL0ax3wzO-w/TiOQVYvOu6I/AAAAAAAAEUc/1-b-2l3UD1A/s320/pool+fun+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Concentrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ua_xhHDK764/TiOQgoKVZYI/AAAAAAAAEUg/GiXY8ugZVnI/s1600/pool+fun+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ua_xhHDK764/TiOQgoKVZYI/AAAAAAAAEUg/GiXY8ugZVnI/s320/pool+fun+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjSFudI2qIo/TiOQuY5bL7I/AAAAAAAAEUk/-Y5KR7SF1bA/s1600/pool+fun+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjSFudI2qIo/TiOQuY5bL7I/AAAAAAAAEUk/-Y5KR7SF1bA/s320/pool+fun+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please look at that face...here she is telling me we need more water. She's giving me the look like it's not an option and I need to hop on it. Well, we didn't need more water, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKXVev1O44/TiOQ7RB3_2I/AAAAAAAAEUo/gmEtF1d2j3U/s1600/pool+fun+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKXVev1O44/TiOQ7RB3_2I/AAAAAAAAEUo/gmEtF1d2j3U/s320/pool+fun+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet girl having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Sa0QZj6kI/TiORItUFIoI/AAAAAAAAEUs/5nltqqKICZY/s1600/pool+fun+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Sa0QZj6kI/TiORItUFIoI/AAAAAAAAEUs/5nltqqKICZY/s320/pool+fun+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kid you not...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Stella what are you doing."&lt;br /&gt;Stella:"Shhh mommy, I need to relax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I dread the teen years&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6831382456739626255?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6831382456739626255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6831382456739626255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6831382456739626255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6831382456739626255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/sizzlin-summer-fun.html' title='Sizzlin Summer Fun'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prjNaxLnn1U/TiOPP2KPIvI/AAAAAAAAEUE/HqtQmipcONE/s72-c/pool+fun+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7575554667572774142</id><published>2011-07-16T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:30:11.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPNZ-JjXj0Y/TiOIgBDf6vI/AAAAAAAAETo/Svqi9nvbBao/s1600/4th+and+5+months+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPNZ-JjXj0Y/TiOIgBDf6vI/AAAAAAAAETo/Svqi9nvbBao/s320/4th+and+5+months+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't believe this blue-eyed beauty is already 5 months old! She's been super busy this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDVdGxSR08/TiOIuSfJNaI/AAAAAAAAETs/xLB26k9DBxM/s1600/4th+and+5+months+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDVdGxSR08/TiOIuSfJNaI/AAAAAAAAETs/xLB26k9DBxM/s320/4th+and+5+months+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson is still a BIG fan of her paci and now she LOVES to play with her little rattle toys. She goes wild once she realizes she's the one makeing the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6o4wQGFO8fE/TiOI7o_bBAI/AAAAAAAAETw/mjh4X8uf2ZY/s1600/4th+and+5+months+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6o4wQGFO8fE/TiOI7o_bBAI/AAAAAAAAETw/mjh4X8uf2ZY/s320/4th+and+5+months+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is getting closer to sitting up on her own...right now she needs a little support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RIJn8Pucng/TiOJJQZQimI/AAAAAAAAET0/2f6nJEr0yfY/s1600/4th+and+5+months+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RIJn8Pucng/TiOJJQZQimI/AAAAAAAAET0/2f6nJEr0yfY/s320/4th+and+5+months+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eating her toy...she's been "teething" for awhile now, but we've yet to see one pop through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJbDrMfzPx4/TiOJWyDILoI/AAAAAAAAET4/bhQxsCs6yi4/s1600/4th+and+5+months+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJbDrMfzPx4/TiOJWyDILoI/AAAAAAAAET4/bhQxsCs6yi4/s320/4th+and+5+months+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at the drool. This girl can DROOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSuwJ3I8ls/TiOJjeViA_I/AAAAAAAAET8/AxWO0PTSQ7A/s1600/4th+and+5+months+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSuwJ3I8ls/TiOJjeViA_I/AAAAAAAAET8/AxWO0PTSQ7A/s320/4th+and+5+months+049.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just because I love baby legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0REa0BSoA/TiOJxKB0ojI/AAAAAAAAEUA/dSbWFCzfqcs/s1600/4th+and+5+months+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0REa0BSoA/TiOJxKB0ojI/AAAAAAAAEUA/dSbWFCzfqcs/s320/4th+and+5+months+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miss Emme loves to sleep on her side. She moves all over her crib. I never know in what direction I'll find her when I go get her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson has rolled over a couple times but doesn't seem overly interested in doing it all the time...she'd rather hang out on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike her big sister at this age, Emerson is NOT sleeping through the night...help me Jesus. I'm hoping we turn that corner soon, but until then I'll continue to cherish my late night feeding with my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started a couple tastes of "real" food, but I'll write more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months sweet girl! We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7575554667572774142?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7575554667572774142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7575554667572774142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7575554667572774142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7575554667572774142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-months-and-counting.html' title='5 Months and Counting'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPNZ-JjXj0Y/TiOIgBDf6vI/AAAAAAAAETo/Svqi9nvbBao/s72-c/4th+and+5+months+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-627494492987089224</id><published>2011-07-08T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:02:32.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yazwinski Herd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66y_R1SsxgU/ThdR15h4vrI/AAAAAAAAES8/2Ex05Dh-u68/s1600/038.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/-66y_R1SsxgU/ThdR15h4vrI/AAAAAAAAES8/2Ex05Dh-u68/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of our favorite restaurants, Chick fil A, had their Cow Appreciation day. If you dressed up like a cow you got a free MEAL...the whole thing,drink, side and entree for FREE! So this "herd" put on our best cow apparel and "mooooved" on out for some good "feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yStmeJPZ2Fk/ThdSA7Fng_I/AAAAAAAAETA/S5rj8EagczQ/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yStmeJPZ2Fk/ThdSA7Fng_I/AAAAAAAAETA/S5rj8EagczQ/s320/040.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting ready to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xl28s-YUc6s/ThdSMYcGnFI/AAAAAAAAETE/3BJa_aWe0kQ/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xl28s-YUc6s/ThdSMYcGnFI/AAAAAAAAETE/3BJa_aWe0kQ/s320/041.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to include this picture...please notice Stella's doll...dressed like a cow too&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuhDUCZA6k/ThdSVHXVm8I/AAAAAAAAETI/DHXA3dT1cjo/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuhDUCZA6k/ThdSVHXVm8I/AAAAAAAAETI/DHXA3dT1cjo/s320/046.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoying her chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUeODqQxD1E/ThdSWcvJXuI/AAAAAAAAETM/DStx1L91M1I/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUeODqQxD1E/ThdSWcvJXuI/AAAAAAAAETM/DStx1L91M1I/s320/048.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor Emerson was asleep in her carseat when we got there and was very confused when she woke up...there were people dressed like cows EVERYWHERE. (For all of you that love girls in bows, YES, I know that bow is too small for the headband, but we seem to lose our big white one all the time and I didn't want people thinking she was a boy, so this was my next option :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LwlQNcH099Q/ThdSfjB3trI/AAAAAAAAETQ/LVDrVZVvDDI/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LwlQNcH099Q/ThdSfjB3trI/AAAAAAAAETQ/LVDrVZVvDDI/s320/049.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tom showing off his udder. We made a special trip to Tom's dad's office to get this udder&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2h9q3YDTaA/ThdSotk4mxI/AAAAAAAAETU/6B8LjTWgF8g/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2h9q3YDTaA/ThdSotk4mxI/AAAAAAAAETU/6B8LjTWgF8g/s320/050.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our herd. It was a fun little family outing! We might look silly, but it was a good time and we ran into a lot of friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all phone pictures...just not enough hands to take in the good camera :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-627494492987089224?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/627494492987089224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=627494492987089224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/627494492987089224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/627494492987089224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/yazwinski-herd.html' title='The Yazwinski Herd'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66y_R1SsxgU/ThdR15h4vrI/AAAAAAAAES8/2Ex05Dh-u68/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7551330327334716025</id><published>2011-07-05T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:04:54.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaahhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQOOQ2C-5X8/ThNdC0ua_9I/AAAAAAAAESc/MCLS5rCegAc/s1600/summer+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQOOQ2C-5X8/ThNdC0ua_9I/AAAAAAAAESc/MCLS5rCegAc/s320/summer+115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've said time and time again that this girl is ALL pricness, but she DOES have a little country in her too.&lt;br /&gt;Tom's dad, aka Papa, is studying some sheep right now, so Stella had to check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smuKgwMUMHg/ThNdR3IDE8I/AAAAAAAAESg/hod7nbRNjpU/s1600/summer+119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smuKgwMUMHg/ThNdR3IDE8I/AAAAAAAAESg/hod7nbRNjpU/s320/summer+119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She LOVED chasing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4wO88F6Pxk/ThNddmfpMOI/AAAAAAAAESk/T6NE87Nuo1I/s1600/summer+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4wO88F6Pxk/ThNddmfpMOI/AAAAAAAAESk/T6NE87Nuo1I/s320/summer+120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbG8lrxKC_s/ThNdrIIPbUI/AAAAAAAAESo/9JZNDjU-u8Q/s1600/summer+124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbG8lrxKC_s/ThNdrIIPbUI/AAAAAAAAESo/9JZNDjU-u8Q/s320/summer+124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when Papa caught one for her to pet...she turned into a prissy princess again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwQwLNPo864/ThNd4DT5yDI/AAAAAAAAESs/LNJa70yWdrE/s1600/summer+125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwQwLNPo864/ThNd4DT5yDI/AAAAAAAAESs/LNJa70yWdrE/s320/summer+125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tom caught some cute candid pictures of her when we were leaving and I just love them. I know her hair is a mess...but that's always the case. I just love this munchkin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9VG78BK_C0/ThNeCxZQldI/AAAAAAAAESw/P8-efAZrWZo/s1600/summer+137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9VG78BK_C0/ThNeCxZQldI/AAAAAAAAESw/P8-efAZrWZo/s320/summer+137.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LB3BTeMTLhI/ThNeNeNCizI/AAAAAAAAES0/uQVKujb9clQ/s1600/summer+138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LB3BTeMTLhI/ThNeNeNCizI/AAAAAAAAES0/uQVKujb9clQ/s320/summer+138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgTv_wuLcAM/ThNeYONlZLI/AAAAAAAAES4/njKGY9FAgLU/s1600/summer+139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgTv_wuLcAM/ThNeYONlZLI/AAAAAAAAES4/njKGY9FAgLU/s320/summer+139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That sweet smile makes the harder days worth it! Overall, she may have a little country in her, but she's all princess&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7551330327334716025?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7551330327334716025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7551330327334716025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7551330327334716025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7551330327334716025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/baaaaahhhhhhhh.html' title='Baaaaahhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQOOQ2C-5X8/ThNdC0ua_9I/AAAAAAAAESc/MCLS5rCegAc/s72-c/summer+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6654402034697052240</id><published>2011-07-05T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:45:30.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1lh7nSUfk/ThNa1EzvXoI/AAAAAAAAESM/WlccirhDk4Q/s1600/summer+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1lh7nSUfk/ThNa1EzvXoI/AAAAAAAAESM/WlccirhDk4Q/s320/summer+105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoorPLiuD4o/ThNbKYTuVeI/AAAAAAAAESQ/lvULHwodx3E/s1600/summer+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoorPLiuD4o/ThNbKYTuVeI/AAAAAAAAESQ/lvULHwodx3E/s320/summer+107.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/-XD6a32VsWAw/ThNbX53lpVI/AAAAAAAAESU/yustaE-yCqs/s1600/summer+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XD6a32VsWAw/ThNbX53lpVI/AAAAAAAAESU/yustaE-yCqs/s320/summer+109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewRuSGKYFg8/ThNbk-dVLxI/AAAAAAAAESY/n9PgiTBXHXI/s1600/summer+110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewRuSGKYFg8/ThNbk-dVLxI/AAAAAAAAESY/n9PgiTBXHXI/s320/summer+110.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had to share these sweet faces! I love them more than ever imagined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6654402034697052240?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6654402034697052240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6654402034697052240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6654402034697052240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6654402034697052240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1lh7nSUfk/ThNa1EzvXoI/AAAAAAAAESM/WlccirhDk4Q/s72-c/summer+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3666260316556560571</id><published>2011-07-04T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:31:52.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MuKLY4yFos/TiOGnGDGdWI/AAAAAAAAETk/Rp7-FVZp7hY/s1600/4th+and+5+months+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MuKLY4yFos/TiOGnGDGdWI/AAAAAAAAETk/Rp7-FVZp7hY/s320/4th+and+5+months+006.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i took the good camera on the 4th in hopes of getting a cute family shot after Tom was done working the game, but keeping a baby cool and fed and chasing a toddler left me with these pictures...maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FwKi1d5Ka4/TiLkxv9VX1I/AAAAAAAAETg/q0eD-_8inUY/s1600/4th+and+5+months+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FwKi1d5Ka4/TiLkxv9VX1I/AAAAAAAAETg/q0eD-_8inUY/s320/4th+and+5+months+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Staying hydrated...and YES, the girls had coordinating outfits, but NO I did not get a picture..ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpVWHyAREsI/TiLkel4lfwI/AAAAAAAAETc/S7ynVwGEbKg/s1600/4th+and+5+months+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpVWHyAREsI/TiLkel4lfwI/AAAAAAAAETc/S7ynVwGEbKg/s320/4th+and+5+months+010.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Lori and Uncle Julian doing their part to break the world record for most people playing air guitar, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne0Zi0J43mU/TiLkL__rICI/AAAAAAAAETY/TUuTcbeiUwQ/s1600/4th+and+5+months+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne0Zi0J43mU/TiLkL__rICI/AAAAAAAAETY/TUuTcbeiUwQ/s320/4th+and+5+months+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stella has ALWAYS loved fireworks...this year, not so much. She warmed up to it after awhile,but was TERRIFIED at first. Emerson, on the other hand, wasn't phased by them one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-3666260316556560571?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3666260316556560571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3666260316556560571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3666260316556560571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3666260316556560571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MuKLY4yFos/TiOGnGDGdWI/AAAAAAAAETk/Rp7-FVZp7hY/s72-c/4th+and+5+months+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-522969860517322572</id><published>2011-06-29T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:57:40.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Month Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGPtMVtNkNA/TgvWBITmwVI/AAAAAAAAER8/NYv2D0lvpoY/s1600/4+chair.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGPtMVtNkNA/TgvWBITmwVI/AAAAAAAAER8/NYv2D0lvpoY/s320/4+chair.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok, I've had major issues getting these pictures to load, but I got them. These are just some recent pictures I've snapped on my phone. Sweet Emerson is getting big TOO fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kYyQiFp3Y/TgvWMepYfXI/AAAAAAAAESA/h8oxL_S_Knw/s1600/4+sleep.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kYyQiFp3Y/TgvWMepYfXI/AAAAAAAAESA/h8oxL_S_Knw/s320/4+sleep.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emerson passed out on our bed in Boston right before we had to leave for a wedding...go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A7wsQR49h4/TgvWXIE65SI/AAAAAAAAESE/PzUqreEpeps/s1600/4+pink.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A7wsQR49h4/TgvWXIE65SI/AAAAAAAAESE/PzUqreEpeps/s320/4+pink.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0MJXkGz63o/TgvWitf8IyI/AAAAAAAAESI/ge2I7DJxdLE/s1600/4+orange.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0MJXkGz63o/TgvWitf8IyI/AAAAAAAAESI/ge2I7DJxdLE/s320/4+orange.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our happy girl! Emerson is a very happy girl...until she's not, HA! That might not make much sense, but here's the deal. If this little sweet pea is upset...she is MAD. There is no luke warm..its one extreme or the other. She keeps us on our toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she had her 4 month check up Monday and she's perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight = 13 pounds 11.5 ounces...50 percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;length = 24.80 inches...70 percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head = 50 percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is pretty much right where Stella was at 4 months...crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-522969860517322572?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/522969860517322572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=522969860517322572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/522969860517322572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/522969860517322572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-month-stats.html' title='4 Month Stats'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGPtMVtNkNA/TgvWBITmwVI/AAAAAAAAER8/NYv2D0lvpoY/s72-c/4+chair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2251758118538120241</id><published>2011-06-16T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:18:58.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson is 4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA-tGqJOTVY/TftgzhRJhnI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/zMBmjDeNXMQ/s1600/summer%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619191398294718066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA-tGqJOTVY/TftgzhRJhnI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/zMBmjDeNXMQ/s400/summer%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love this sweet girl's smile! Her little crinkled up nose is TOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WwngMiy3Zw/TftgzFAOCYI/AAAAAAAAEQs/FaOKd-kUbvE/s1600/summer%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619191390707517826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WwngMiy3Zw/TftgzFAOCYI/AAAAAAAAEQs/FaOKd-kUbvE/s400/summer%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it's been 4 months! I could just eat her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPht2wQLwLQ/TftgygPAj_I/AAAAAAAAEQk/ei5LtD3psUA/s1600/summer%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619191380837437426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPht2wQLwLQ/TftgygPAj_I/AAAAAAAAEQk/ei5LtD3psUA/s400/summer%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her sister play...a favorite pass time for SURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiVvtgTEjOQ/Tftgx60xBjI/AAAAAAAAEQc/MHgE3-TL4dY/s1600/summer%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619191370795255346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiVvtgTEjOQ/Tftgx60xBjI/AAAAAAAAEQc/MHgE3-TL4dY/s400/summer%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha, don't they look happy. Emerson was fussy just before this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; and then Stella went over to comfort her and she was done. I love that she loves her big sister so much and vise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson is still in 3 month and 3-6 month clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wears a size 2 diaper now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still a good nurser but she watches us VERY closely when we're eating so foods might be in her future soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; still. Her naps are getting a little better and night time is pretty good. She still gets up once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She flew for the first time this month. she did pretty good. And we fly again soon...she's a little traveler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is pretty attached to me, but daddy can get some pretty awesome smiles out of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; and is constantly talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her reflux seems to have let up some, but I don't want to jinx us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, she is pretty happy baby UNLESS she gets tired. Watch out. There is little to NO warning before she melts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4 Months sweet girl!&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/8566791449683108286-2251758118538120241?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2251758118538120241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2251758118538120241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2251758118538120241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2251758118538120241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/emerson-is-4-months.html' title='Emerson is 4 Months!'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA-tGqJOTVY/TftgzhRJhnI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/zMBmjDeNXMQ/s72-c/summer%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-439270669588025364</id><published>2011-06-15T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:05:06.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UuJlN4zNfc/TftdjgW6tLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/r7kZNabIEU4/s1600/summer%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187824637686962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UuJlN4zNfc/TftdjgW6tLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/r7kZNabIEU4/s400/summer%2B104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We weren't expecting to see Hunter and Sawyer on our trip to Oregon, but due to Grandpa's health they decided to make the trip! SO MUCH COUSIN FUN! Hunter was so sweet with Emerson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIs597mLeEs/TftdHu_JXxI/AAAAAAAAEQM/y9nSuGVte1k/s1600/summer%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187347528179474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIs597mLeEs/TftdHu_JXxI/AAAAAAAAEQM/y9nSuGVte1k/s400/summer%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella and Sawyer hugging/tackling. Depending on their moods this was fun or torture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KlC8L-WyTA/TftdG_aBkBI/AAAAAAAAEQE/ItXtrcSNCV4/s1600/summer%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187334756012050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KlC8L-WyTA/TftdG_aBkBI/AAAAAAAAEQE/ItXtrcSNCV4/s400/summer%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pictures for the baths didn't turn out that great...but it was WILD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was in charge and a bit stressed taming the older 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIbnniHNkLI/TftdGtcayLI/AAAAAAAAEP8/kt7jpfbSUUo/s1600/summer%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187329934215346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIbnniHNkLI/TftdGtcayLI/AAAAAAAAEP8/kt7jpfbSUUo/s400/summer%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad did this with Stella when we first got there and then decided the boys would like it too when they arrived...I think after 10 laps around the yard he regretted that decision :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzEbNBiYsZc/TftdGM7okaI/AAAAAAAAEP0/p4EySUdszyU/s1600/summer%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187321206772130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzEbNBiYsZc/TftdGM7okaI/AAAAAAAAEP0/p4EySUdszyU/s400/summer%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Stella with her second cousins. We had a cookout at my parents house and they came to play. Stella (2 1/2) was bossing around her MUCH older cousins...it was pretty funny. They were so sweet with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3htIAt6qDk/TftdFrTMNtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/M0SLS3KnryA/s1600/summer%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619187312178771666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3htIAt6qDk/TftdFrTMNtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/M0SLS3KnryA/s400/summer%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they headed to the pool (it ended up being closed) but I just love this picture of Stella keeping up with them. She was so excited to go to the pool with the "big" kids. It reminded me of my cousin, Sonia, trying to keep up with our older cousins. They weren't as sweet to us though :)&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/8566791449683108286-439270669588025364?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/439270669588025364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=439270669588025364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/439270669588025364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/439270669588025364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/cousins.html' title='Cousins!'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UuJlN4zNfc/TftdjgW6tLI/AAAAAAAAEQU/r7kZNabIEU4/s72-c/summer%2B104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1327852264058770053</id><published>2011-06-15T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:11:22.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga and (big) Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx9kH5Swu0w/TftPFbj6OuI/AAAAAAAAEPk/nNouYETZTAw/s1600/summer%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619171914791140066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx9kH5Swu0w/TftPFbj6OuI/AAAAAAAAEPk/nNouYETZTAw/s400/summer%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdhfYbJPRdY/TftPEz3m5AI/AAAAAAAAEPc/EpgVyWokqx4/s1600/summer%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619171904136340482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdhfYbJPRdY/TftPEz3m5AI/AAAAAAAAEPc/EpgVyWokqx4/s400/summer%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOwkkLOhLKY/TftPEVDfunI/AAAAAAAAEPU/sEq5U-5QkTc/s1600/summer%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619171895864703602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOwkkLOhLKY/TftPEVDfunI/AAAAAAAAEPU/sEq5U-5QkTc/s400/summer%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmq1VLU9ICE/TftPD-BtpEI/AAAAAAAAEPM/XxFflFe8VH8/s1600/summer%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619171889683211330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmq1VLU9ICE/TftPD-BtpEI/AAAAAAAAEPM/XxFflFe8VH8/s400/summer%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7-Mzvh1L18/TftPDStjT2I/AAAAAAAAEPE/IIt9W6SLNXE/s1600/summer%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619171878055923554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7-Mzvh1L18/TftPDStjT2I/AAAAAAAAEPE/IIt9W6SLNXE/s400/summer%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a last minute trip to Oregon to visit my Grandpa (more on that later) and as you can see the girls had a great time with their Papa and Gaga. I wish we could see my parents...a lot more...but the time they have together is so sweet. Stella is very much attached to my mom so it's always fun to see what they're going to come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great visit, but a sad one. My grandpa has been fighting cancer for quite sometime. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Originally&lt;/span&gt;, I was going to fly out to see him at the end of June...but then I just felt the need to go NOW. Well, obviously God KNEW I needed to go. While I was there he was rushed to the hospital and it wasn't good. But in true grandpa fashion...he bounced back a little. Don't get me wrong he was extremely weak but he could still boss us around and give us a piece of his mind :) Due to the trip to the hospital, my brother and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; family decided to come at the last minute to visit grandpa too. It was a crazy (4 kids under 4) time, but very sweet. Both Beau and I got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; some quality time with grandpa. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know it then...it was the beginning of the end for our grandpa. He went to be with Jesus Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL NEVER forget my time with him. I have a whole post on just Grandpa coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while my trip to Oregon was bittersweet....I'm thankful my girls made memories with Papa and Gaga!&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/8566791449683108286-1327852264058770053?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1327852264058770053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1327852264058770053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1327852264058770053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1327852264058770053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/gaga-and-big-papa.html' title='Gaga and (big) Papa'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx9kH5Swu0w/TftPFbj6OuI/AAAAAAAAEPk/nNouYETZTAw/s72-c/summer%2B030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-635187562898657997</id><published>2011-05-18T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:46:01.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year School Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTKBiZ_6qoA/Tfq1N5quZcI/AAAAAAAAEO8/ga78ZDFwiBQ/s1600/summer%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619002735521064386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTKBiZ_6qoA/Tfq1N5quZcI/AAAAAAAAEO8/ga78ZDFwiBQ/s400/summer%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Stella's best buds at school, Camilla! They were discussing the right motions to the songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5v1ymLyQlDI/Tfq1NRvAIPI/AAAAAAAAEO0/oYG5jN6jk30/s1600/summer%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619002724801585394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5v1ymLyQlDI/Tfq1NRvAIPI/AAAAAAAAEO0/oYG5jN6jk30/s400/summer%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute how focused Stella was! I loved seeing her in action because I hear about these moves/songs all the time and now I can do them with her. Sometimes she lets me...other times, not so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ficxSvR8n64/Tfq1M3zheuI/AAAAAAAAEOs/DCx1nJQns_8/s1600/summer%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619002717841226466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ficxSvR8n64/Tfq1M3zheuI/AAAAAAAAEOs/DCx1nJQns_8/s400/summer%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little light is going to SHINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't the actual performance but Stella was going to miss the last week of school because we were going to Oregon so they let me come watch a "rehearsal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun and chaotic. Of course, once Stella saw me she wanted to sit by me...well, that defeats the purpose of me getting a sneak peek. Don't get me wrong I love watching all the kids sing, but I wanted to see my kid, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was a lost cause, BUT once the music started and it was a song with motions...she ran up to the front and did GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've loved Stella's school this year and are so blessed for all she's done and learned. The teachers are really little gifts from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait until next fall!&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/8566791449683108286-635187562898657997?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/635187562898657997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=635187562898657997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/635187562898657997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/635187562898657997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-year-school-program.html' title='End of the Year School Program'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTKBiZ_6qoA/Tfq1N5quZcI/AAAAAAAAEO8/ga78ZDFwiBQ/s72-c/summer%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2751061577428705189</id><published>2011-05-16T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:41:28.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3 Months Emerson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEbOVEuEz04/Tfqu7N5PUvI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UuQAWSHhP0M/s1600/summer%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618995817463370482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEbOVEuEz04/Tfqu7N5PUvI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UuQAWSHhP0M/s400/summer%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1BtwHvxBX0/Tfqu6jtNlDI/AAAAAAAAEOc/nQ_uiMP2Bto/s1600/summer%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618995806138635314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1BtwHvxBX0/Tfqu6jtNlDI/AAAAAAAAEOc/nQ_uiMP2Bto/s400/summer%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-zOHftieU8/Tfqu6FFthiI/AAAAAAAAEOU/uSTr94hDNLQ/s1600/summer%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618995797919893026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-zOHftieU8/Tfqu6FFthiI/AAAAAAAAEOU/uSTr94hDNLQ/s400/summer%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCRB06Jzx7c/Tfqu5uhHmGI/AAAAAAAAEOM/NgWbwZ9hxvU/s1600/summer%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618995791860832354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCRB06Jzx7c/Tfqu5uhHmGI/AAAAAAAAEOM/NgWbwZ9hxvU/s400/summer%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HFmt-I7fMQ/Tfqu5BuGNCI/AAAAAAAAEOE/vMaDzN8466k/s1600/summer%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618995779835671586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HFmt-I7fMQ/Tfqu5BuGNCI/AAAAAAAAEOE/vMaDzN8466k/s400/summer%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little chipmunk is 3 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson is slowly but surely showing signs of the reflux easing some. We have our moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really is happy baby. Of course, once one things starts to get better little bit is already working on her teeth and she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOESN'&lt;/span&gt;T like it. Nothing has popped through yet, but she is drooling like a champ and you can see/feel one at the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson is in 3 month and 3-6 month clothes. She LOVES her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; (unlike her older sister). She is still a great nurser and was on a good schedule until recently so we're working on that again. She sleeps great at night but isn't the best napper. We have a busy beginning of the summer but once we're back home we're going to work hard on her routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stills wear size 1 diaper. Emerson LOVES to watch her big sister. If she's not playing on her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; (that she can't get enough of) you can normally find her propped up watching Stella or enjoying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/span&gt;. She doesn't like to be in one place for long, so we're always on the go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&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/8566791449683108286-2751061577428705189?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2751061577428705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2751061577428705189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2751061577428705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2751061577428705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-3-months-emerson.html' title='Happy 3 Months Emerson!'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEbOVEuEz04/Tfqu7N5PUvI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UuQAWSHhP0M/s72-c/summer%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-151043164644057665</id><published>2011-05-13T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:09:13.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers...&amp; Fun Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6fz1Oco_SY/Tc3jibGhL3I/AAAAAAAAENw/M2xlCRHgy2U/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606387291676290930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6fz1Oco_SY/Tc3jibGhL3I/AAAAAAAAENw/M2xlCRHgy2U/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rq1uaTxdlY/Tc3jhytbm4I/AAAAAAAAENo/hkfvtLahA3g/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606387280833649538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rq1uaTxdlY/Tc3jhytbm4I/AAAAAAAAENo/hkfvtLahA3g/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jUGZyMP-JA/Tc3jhn5la-I/AAAAAAAAENg/-YXjN-px980/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606387277931834338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jUGZyMP-JA/Tc3jhn5la-I/AAAAAAAAENg/-YXjN-px980/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella was watching a plane here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w2bGxoTnc4/Tc3jhakuytI/AAAAAAAAENY/tn5dliXsIFo/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606387274354707154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5w2bGxoTnc4/Tc3jhakuytI/AAAAAAAAENY/tn5dliXsIFo/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DRyphXxg58/Tc3iLJhpriI/AAAAAAAAENQ/-sIG_im9T_U/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606385792309636642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DRyphXxg58/Tc3iLJhpriI/AAAAAAAAENQ/-sIG_im9T_U/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is PRINCESS Stella's CASTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MXpZSXFLn8/Tc3iKmHnIVI/AAAAAAAAENI/TlqechmIkBA/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606385782805176658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MXpZSXFLn8/Tc3iKmHnIVI/AAAAAAAAENI/TlqechmIkBA/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzLHHw5TKw/Tc3iKGJ1V1I/AAAAAAAAENA/cGBXe6f48yk/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606385774224562002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqzLHHw5TKw/Tc3iKGJ1V1I/AAAAAAAAENA/cGBXe6f48yk/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dqfmygK1Us/Tc3iJ4h_sCI/AAAAAAAAEM4/_pAx8mYE-Zc/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606385770567807010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dqfmygK1Us/Tc3iJ4h_sCI/AAAAAAAAEM4/_pAx8mYE-Zc/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atx9rD3rYBU/Tc3iJr9tETI/AAAAAAAAEMw/GJhpvtYSUc0/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606385767194366258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atx9rD3rYBU/Tc3iJr9tETI/AAAAAAAAEMw/GJhpvtYSUc0/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B058.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-151043164644057665?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/151043164644057665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=151043164644057665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/151043164644057665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/151043164644057665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-showers-bring-may-flowers-fun.html' title='April Showers Bring May Flowers...&amp; Fun Outside'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6fz1Oco_SY/Tc3jibGhL3I/AAAAAAAAENw/M2xlCRHgy2U/s72-c/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1292543137684410352</id><published>2011-05-13T13:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:51:08.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z39bRSskmeM/Tc3enh1ci7I/AAAAAAAAEMo/y9J0dYQLUtQ/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606381881824938930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z39bRSskmeM/Tc3enh1ci7I/AAAAAAAAEMo/y9J0dYQLUtQ/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mother's day afternoon was spent at the ballpark with my little family after nap time. Stella LOVES to go cheer on the Naturals and run the bases. So we loaded up and set out to meet daddy for a little afternoon fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6Sx9QBeAJU/Tc3enSsDgPI/AAAAAAAAEMg/6Kl0_gM4rfE/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606381877759017202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6Sx9QBeAJU/Tc3enSsDgPI/AAAAAAAAEMg/6Kl0_gM4rfE/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on a mission and ready to play on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guJQqTR-Czw/Tc3WB9gfgEI/AAAAAAAAEMY/P13N3_5kXgc/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606372440325193794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guJQqTR-Czw/Tc3WB9gfgEI/AAAAAAAAEMY/P13N3_5kXgc/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheetos for dinner...Stella didn't argue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43qFsJBtrOI/Tc3WBXkdm0I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/HUovjSlxT4c/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606372430141299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43qFsJBtrOI/Tc3WBXkdm0I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/HUovjSlxT4c/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those eyes! This was Emerson's first Naturals game and she did great. It was pretty humid and sticky but for the most part she snoozed in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KG3BqibH66A/Tc3WBN_IXyI/AAAAAAAAEMI/3Cs16EDIyQo/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606372427568799522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KG3BqibH66A/Tc3WBN_IXyI/AAAAAAAAEMI/3Cs16EDIyQo/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love those sweet lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrF8_Nn7kRc/Tc3WAoE-jjI/AAAAAAAAEMA/QROgQ15Akf4/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606372417392774706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrF8_Nn7kRc/Tc3WAoE-jjI/AAAAAAAAEMA/QROgQ15Akf4/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line to run the bases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfCqcETB5jc/Tc3WAAU7T2I/AAAAAAAAEL4/IayyL4yZRqA/s1600/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606372406722252642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfCqcETB5jc/Tc3WAAU7T2I/AAAAAAAAEL4/IayyL4yZRqA/s400/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look closely Tom is holding Stella. She LOVED running the bases, but I couldn't get closer because Emerson was in our jumbo stroller so I took a couple from up top, but that was a lost cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great Mother's Day. I'm excited we were finally able to make it to a game this year!&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/8566791449683108286-1292543137684410352?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1292543137684410352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1292543137684410352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1292543137684410352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1292543137684410352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/bases.html' title='The Bases'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z39bRSskmeM/Tc3enh1ci7I/AAAAAAAAEMo/y9J0dYQLUtQ/s72-c/bases%252C%2Bpark%252C%2Bdunk%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4707310936619148843</id><published>2011-05-07T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:51:41.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I was a Mom...</title><content type='html'>An amazing women in our church sent me this the other day to wish me Happy Mother's Day and to encourage me on the rough days...I hope you like it as much as me. (I added some pictures in honor of my little ones this Mother's day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG4hLf8a5p0/TcX0RcQgkcI/AAAAAAAAELw/nnFndxZ_b50/s1600/4_generations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153891812839874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG4hLf8a5p0/TcX0RcQgkcI/AAAAAAAAELw/nnFndxZ_b50/s400/4_generations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys,&lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not&lt;br /&gt;my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tI8bp2VbOow/TcX0RNuhFGI/AAAAAAAAELo/HDMXLHUsqKM/s1600/13740024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153887912170594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tI8bp2VbOow/TcX0RNuhFGI/AAAAAAAAELo/HDMXLHUsqKM/s400/13740024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on,&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on,&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on,&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdGOSrMkB9g/TcXznnENkwI/AAAAAAAAELg/7TXvWUb0_J8/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153173159547650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdGOSrMkB9g/TcXznnENkwI/AAAAAAAAELg/7TXvWUb0_J8/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never held a screaming child&lt;br /&gt;so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night&lt;br /&gt;watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OZAuzPRChc/TcXzneNGWSI/AAAAAAAAELY/m9SwR06T3wM/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153170780903714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OZAuzPRChc/TcXzneNGWSI/AAAAAAAAELY/m9SwR06T3wM/s400/IMG_2008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never&lt;br /&gt;knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_LO7bUlsxY/TcXzm4mrk4I/AAAAAAAAELQ/iVOmaop16Dc/s1600/M%2BSTELL%253DBELLE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153160687653762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_LO7bUlsxY/TcXzm4mrk4I/AAAAAAAAELQ/iVOmaop16Dc/s400/M%2BSTELL%253DBELLE.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel&lt;br /&gt;to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond&lt;br /&gt;between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCVbkMgZuZs/TcXzmtch4nI/AAAAAAAAELI/7K4Q__y2Fns/s1600/M%2BSISTERS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153157692285554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCVbkMgZuZs/TcXzmtch4nI/AAAAAAAAELI/7K4Q__y2Fns/s400/M%2BSISTERS.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;the joy,&lt;br /&gt;the love,&lt;br /&gt;the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;the wonderment,&lt;br /&gt;or satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,&lt;br /&gt;before I was a Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSQbEEZwGG0/TcXzmFuUevI/AAAAAAAAELA/XSxegTkJkwY/s1600/M%2BE%2BSMILE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604153147029486322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSQbEEZwGG0/TcXzmFuUevI/AAAAAAAAELA/XSxegTkJkwY/s400/M%2BE%2BSMILE.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-4707310936619148843?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4707310936619148843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4707310936619148843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4707310936619148843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4707310936619148843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I was a Mom...'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG4hLf8a5p0/TcX0RcQgkcI/AAAAAAAAELw/nnFndxZ_b50/s72-c/4_generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7621386651870562276</id><published>2011-04-27T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:50:06.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfkPI4EbksE/TbhzBXjjZfI/AAAAAAAAEK4/egmc5qtLdII/s1600/easter%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600352603975411186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfkPI4EbksE/TbhzBXjjZfI/AAAAAAAAEK4/egmc5qtLdII/s400/easter%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuOpI1DP-Go/TbhwxWLY9II/AAAAAAAAEKw/1weJhb41L10/s1600/easter%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600350129704465538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuOpI1DP-Go/TbhwxWLY9II/AAAAAAAAEKw/1weJhb41L10/s400/easter%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0YciXhJnI/TbhwxJrjpJI/AAAAAAAAEKo/lzHslefJ8IA/s1600/easter%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600350126349722770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0YciXhJnI/TbhwxJrjpJI/AAAAAAAAEKo/lzHslefJ8IA/s400/easter%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyauiOXz1Vc/Tbhwvu2SXiI/AAAAAAAAEKY/FLsw345TERs/s1600/easter%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600350101967101474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyauiOXz1Vc/Tbhwvu2SXiI/AAAAAAAAEKY/FLsw345TERs/s400/easter%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvvLIbZFEDs/TbhwvKsIJvI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/pdakxlS0kDA/s1600/easter%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600350092260812530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvvLIbZFEDs/TbhwvKsIJvI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/pdakxlS0kDA/s400/easter%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Easter! He is Risen...He is Risen, indeed!&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/8566791449683108286-7621386651870562276?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7621386651870562276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7621386651870562276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7621386651870562276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7621386651870562276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-best.html' title='Easter Best'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfkPI4EbksE/TbhzBXjjZfI/AAAAAAAAEK4/egmc5qtLdII/s72-c/easter%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-5003203570125954566</id><published>2011-04-26T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T03:52:00.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Our Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4BxjW55_z4/TbHuRa0OR0I/AAAAAAAAEH4/vC-KVPv975I/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598517794821785410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4BxjW55_z4/TbHuRa0OR0I/AAAAAAAAEH4/vC-KVPv975I/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess Stella is used to me clicking the camera all the time because recently she's been saying "take our picture" whenver she is loving on Emerson. Lots of times I dn't have my camera and we use a pretend camera or her toy princess camera, but sometimes she wants me to get the "real" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF6gUaresLY/TbHsB4aWvrI/AAAAAAAAEHw/AziqW2pa1q8/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598515328865189554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF6gUaresLY/TbHsB4aWvrI/AAAAAAAAEHw/AziqW2pa1q8/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, when they are dressed cute and ready to go somewhere and I want to take a cute sister picture...she wants nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0P3cSweQu2U/TbHsA9dyTnI/AAAAAAAAEHg/ZkI8GfNRuOA/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598515313041886834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0P3cSweQu2U/TbHsA9dyTnI/AAAAAAAAEHg/ZkI8GfNRuOA/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll take what I can get I guess :)&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/8566791449683108286-5003203570125954566?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5003203570125954566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=5003203570125954566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5003203570125954566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5003203570125954566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-our-picture.html' title='Take Our Picture'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4BxjW55_z4/TbHuRa0OR0I/AAAAAAAAEH4/vC-KVPv975I/s72-c/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8807801812528735459</id><published>2011-04-24T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:07:02.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdHhVK8jkE/TbYn-_tdZeI/AAAAAAAAEKI/Uw28r_8MxQg/s1600/easter%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599707149889267170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdHhVK8jkE/TbYn-_tdZeI/AAAAAAAAEKI/Uw28r_8MxQg/s400/easter%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday I set up a little project for Stella...we dyed Easter Eggs. We invited Uncle Julian and Aunt Lori over since they're artsy. It's amazing how fast you can get through a project with a toddler. But I think Stella enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6pzkst4caU/TbYn-u-5OJI/AAAAAAAAEKA/N262P8FDjck/s1600/easter%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599707145398990994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6pzkst4caU/TbYn-u-5OJI/AAAAAAAAEKA/N262P8FDjck/s400/easter%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kept eyeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXaypAHYYCI/TbYn-cPNK-I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/5S6jXclTnEM/s1600/easter%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599707140367133666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXaypAHYYCI/TbYn-cPNK-I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/5S6jXclTnEM/s400/easter%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why use the "wire thing" when you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz2L3Ypb6nE/TbYn-H3JtPI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Z6fBX-Eh9Ko/s1600/easter%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599707134897534194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz2L3Ypb6nE/TbYn-H3JtPI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Z6fBX-Eh9Ko/s400/easter%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; use your hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBY7kQhoxh0/TbYn9548hSI/AAAAAAAAEJo/lG4haz4HGoE/s1600/easter%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599707131146962210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBY7kQhoxh0/TbYn9548hSI/AAAAAAAAEJo/lG4haz4HGoE/s400/easter%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product.&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/8566791449683108286-8807801812528735459?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8807801812528735459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8807801812528735459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8807801812528735459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8807801812528735459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretty-eggs.html' title='Pretty Eggs'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdHhVK8jkE/TbYn-_tdZeI/AAAAAAAAEKI/Uw28r_8MxQg/s72-c/easter%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-44551416899221573</id><published>2011-04-22T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:48:49.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2VfciUwo80/TbI7-En8SwI/AAAAAAAAEJg/ZOj8sEl7Uys/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598603224354147074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2VfciUwo80/TbI7-En8SwI/AAAAAAAAEJg/ZOj8sEl7Uys/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday was a great morning for fun with friends. Stella was so excited to go to playgroup. She was having a blast with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; and Trenton swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWUygKQCTa0/TbI79lyc05I/AAAAAAAAEJY/z-Q-7oF2ir8/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598603216076723090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWUygKQCTa0/TbI79lyc05I/AAAAAAAAEJY/z-Q-7oF2ir8/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa was the hostess with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mostess&lt;/span&gt; and had lunch for everyone. Pizza for the kiddos and YUMMY salad for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommys&lt;/span&gt; (SO GOOD)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWnEIOCv5YE/TbI79LzGzBI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/enEmEaSUUOc/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598603209100151826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWnEIOCv5YE/TbI79LzGzBI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/enEmEaSUUOc/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm pretty sure she was telling everyone she's got &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;whole Easter egg hunting thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7nYyWetPk8/TbI7K3F2HII/AAAAAAAAEJI/zG3-uPmpD9U/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602344548146306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7nYyWetPk8/TbI7K3F2HII/AAAAAAAAEJI/zG3-uPmpD9U/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, you guessed it. After lunch the kids hunted eggs. Stella has got this down!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa has a great yard so there was lots of room for the kids to run and search for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4UDexG9GSk/TbI7KdMRg0I/AAAAAAAAEJA/JoFbaBLqDok/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602337595786050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4UDexG9GSk/TbI7KdMRg0I/AAAAAAAAEJA/JoFbaBLqDok/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. Brody didn't care about gathering the most eggs...he wanted the treats inside pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nr91Ds1QJq8/TbI7J2AjJxI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Akw0azWIjEw/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602327077627666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nr91Ds1QJq8/TbI7J2AjJxI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Akw0azWIjEw/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Stella and Trenton were trying to decide who was going to get the egg. In the end Stella got it, but no worries...there were plenty left for Trenton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDGzj_tD0qw/TbI7JcrnF5I/AAAAAAAAEIw/G9NS_IVV9RI/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602320278919058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDGzj_tD0qw/TbI7JcrnF5I/AAAAAAAAEIw/G9NS_IVV9RI/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson was pretty cranky during most of playgroup (less adult time for me, oh well) but during the egg hunt she was content hanging in Trevor's swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4O02Kav0sQ/TbI7JOR4ZUI/AAAAAAAAEIo/tDzth023tyI/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602316412904770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4O02Kav0sQ/TbI7JOR4ZUI/AAAAAAAAEIo/tDzth023tyI/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And when all was said and done, Stella and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; had to take inventory. I think they both left very satisfied hunters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for these little kiddos and their moms. It's fun to see Stella grow up with these cuties!&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/8566791449683108286-44551416899221573?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/44551416899221573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=44551416899221573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/44551416899221573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/44551416899221573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt-3.html' title='Egg Hunt #3'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2VfciUwo80/TbI7-En8SwI/AAAAAAAAEJg/ZOj8sEl7Uys/s72-c/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1787772987931457489</id><published>2011-04-22T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:30:15.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C.R.A.Z.Y Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq2AoFIhCGc/TbI4N5e0oaI/AAAAAAAAEIg/awTbD9drQzQ/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598599098194502050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq2AoFIhCGc/TbI4N5e0oaI/AAAAAAAAEIg/awTbD9drQzQ/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all of the family back home...no, this is NOT snow. It's HAIL. What?!? I know it's still super crazy to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvq45uROfUI/TbI4Nonk0-I/AAAAAAAAEIY/UHdpoZd7Tsk/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598599093667812322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvq45uROfUI/TbI4Nonk0-I/AAAAAAAAEIY/UHdpoZd7Tsk/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of this came down fast and furious the other day. Who knows how much damage it did to our roof...hopefully none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJs2FU5QAYE/TbI4NAyZXjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/v_XelXiCpmY/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598599082975780402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJs2FU5QAYE/TbI4NAyZXjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/v_XelXiCpmY/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These had melted quite a bit by the time we took a picture. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had ping pong and golf ball sized hail the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr-7mWJMGP0/TbI4MwKePeI/AAAAAAAAEII/UIBpSJcpKLA/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598599078513360354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr-7mWJMGP0/TbI4MwKePeI/AAAAAAAAEII/UIBpSJcpKLA/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, the other day it was just me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; up so I decided to put a bow/flower on her. HA! It's huge I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;! I think at this point Stella had worn a lot more bows but I'm just not as into it with Miss E. It probably has something to do with time and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to get us all dressed let alone adding accessories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VycwNUYCJpY/TbI4McCAbhI/AAAAAAAAEIA/RDhh8Yv4Qg0/s1600/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598599073109143058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VycwNUYCJpY/TbI4McCAbhI/AAAAAAAAEIA/RDhh8Yv4Qg0/s400/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what her hair looked like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the bow. Ha, we all have bad hair days.&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/8566791449683108286-1787772987931457489?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1787772987931457489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1787772987931457489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1787772987931457489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1787772987931457489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-weather.html' title='C.R.A.Z.Y Weather'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq2AoFIhCGc/TbI4N5e0oaI/AAAAAAAAEIg/awTbD9drQzQ/s72-c/hail%2Band%2Begg%2B3%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2391185957270414991</id><published>2011-04-20T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:52:29.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 Months (and 1 week) Emme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaBY6GQD_U/TbHoJY1lfyI/AAAAAAAAEHY/v5dakWzjg_Q/s1600/e%2Bshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598511059781910306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaBY6GQD_U/TbHoJY1lfyI/AAAAAAAAEHY/v5dakWzjg_Q/s400/e%2Bshot.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor girl didn't know what was coming. This is Emerson right before her 2 month shots. She did GREAT! The doctor is very pleased with her growth. She is 22.5 inches long (50 percentile) and 11 pounds 4 ounces (50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile). It was so good to talk with the doctor about the reflux issues &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emme's&lt;/span&gt; been dealing with. I felt better when we left and thrilled our little girl is growing like she's supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnslV0CoGmk/TbHoJMcSKvI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/AJtBCeJTxos/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598511056454560498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnslV0CoGmk/TbHoJMcSKvI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/AJtBCeJTxos/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zonked out in her bouncy after getting her shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpABzAnh6Ow/TbHoIpJSUiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/D2lVUf_P0gM/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598511046979637794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpABzAnh6Ow/TbHoIpJSUiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/D2lVUf_P0gM/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then another nap in her swing. Anything to make her comfortable.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Au2VF9cE5Q/TbHoIS9aL1I/AAAAAAAAEHA/TqzKTARyLfY/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598511041024241490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Au2VF9cE5Q/TbHoIS9aL1I/AAAAAAAAEHA/TqzKTARyLfY/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson is cooing up a storm these days. She always has things to tell us. And she loves to crinkle her nose when she smiles...I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2O7AdnkE8c/TbHoIDOEJBI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6Jl5kMZy8-U/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598511036799132690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2O7AdnkE8c/TbHoIDOEJBI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6Jl5kMZy8-U/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's still not sure what to think of tummy time, but tolerates it most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still eats about every 2 hours during the day (I know, I know) but I think she is getting ready to stretch that out some. At night she goes down and sleeps about 4-6 hours before waking for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feeding&lt;/span&gt; then goes another 3-4 hours before she's hungry again. She goes right back down after eating, so it's not too bad. She naps 3-4 times during the day...not too long because she likes to eat every two hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson has really started to notice more around her. Of course, she is always looking for her big sister. She is starting to swat at her toys on her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; as well as talking to them. She is great in the car (most of the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really can't believe it's already been 2 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you sweet girl!&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/8566791449683108286-2391185957270414991?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2391185957270414991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2391185957270414991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2391185957270414991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2391185957270414991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-2-months-and-1-week-emme_20.html' title='Happy 2 Months (and 1 week) Emme'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaBY6GQD_U/TbHoJY1lfyI/AAAAAAAAEHY/v5dakWzjg_Q/s72-c/e%2Bshot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2924940540840154541</id><published>2011-04-20T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:58:35.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yoVJyFeVZU/Ta9e5nHQBZI/AAAAAAAAEFg/UEmv9qm8vKQ/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597797205689763218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yoVJyFeVZU/Ta9e5nHQBZI/AAAAAAAAEFg/UEmv9qm8vKQ/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bundled up and ready to head out for some Easter egg fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2uuvYoXw1Y/Ta9e5UEE9LI/AAAAAAAAEFY/NZ6br0NANIc/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597797200576181426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2uuvYoXw1Y/Ta9e5UEE9LI/AAAAAAAAEFY/NZ6br0NANIc/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgVeg_wxV44/Ta9e3KwqO2I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/3Orjy9NNZg8/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597797163719080802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgVeg_wxV44/Ta9e3KwqO2I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/3Orjy9NNZg8/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; thankful for Stella's sweet class. Her teachers Miss Jamie and Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; are incredible and love on Stella two days a week. Stella talks about them often. I'm very thankful for their willingness to teach Stella about Jesus and help her adjust to time away from mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X34EekrtdeM/Ta9e27NcJdI/AAAAAAAAEFI/dLE0r9iWxx0/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597797159544825298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X34EekrtdeM/Ta9e27NcJdI/AAAAAAAAEFI/dLE0r9iWxx0/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a mission to fill up her "bunny purse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEnM4Aj9tHY/Ta9dZs1MEYI/AAAAAAAAEE4/wCCdIJrPYUQ/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597795557957177730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEnM4Aj9tHY/Ta9dZs1MEYI/AAAAAAAAEE4/wCCdIJrPYUQ/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella and her friend, Ruthie, making sure everyone gets an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4PyA87LB0w/Ta9dZYRdGbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/HGaM0r20wuc/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597795552438589874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4PyA87LB0w/Ta9dZYRdGbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/HGaM0r20wuc/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure JOY...she found a Diego egg! What more could a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc_PoOJ6qRk/Ta9dZM_bGaI/AAAAAAAAEEo/-FcQJbP7Hz4/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597795549410171298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc_PoOJ6qRk/Ta9dZM_bGaI/AAAAAAAAEEo/-FcQJbP7Hz4/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture because this is Stella's little friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Camellia&lt;/span&gt; and they are best buds. Miss Jamie says they play together all the time and they thought it was so funny to look in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; baskets today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKdzcde3zN0/Ta9dYKi4IPI/AAAAAAAAEEg/I1fJIUlt_XI/s1600/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597795531573698802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKdzcde3zN0/Ta9dYKi4IPI/AAAAAAAAEEg/I1fJIUlt_XI/s400/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, she is checking out the other kids loot to make sure she didn't miss anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful for her school!!! Stella goes two times a week and they really do work on growing these little ones minds, hearts and faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad I got to be there for the Easter Egg Hunt!&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/8566791449683108286-2924940540840154541?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2924940540840154541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2924940540840154541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2924940540840154541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2924940540840154541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt-2.html' title='Egg Hunt #2'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yoVJyFeVZU/Ta9e5nHQBZI/AAAAAAAAEFg/UEmv9qm8vKQ/s72-c/egg%2Bhunt2%2Band%2B2%2Bmonths%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2115206045358261518</id><published>2011-04-19T10:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:34:39.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thvGpgIZl-I/Ta3GE7jQM8I/AAAAAAAAEEY/_Wd-02E3yaU/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597347699898725314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thvGpgIZl-I/Ta3GE7jQM8I/AAAAAAAAEEY/_Wd-02E3yaU/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella loves bunny including the Easter Bunny and that's why I couldn't get her to look at the camera...she was checking him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLrOonwkirg/Ta3GEXRzWCI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/_zbVsy_v7bY/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597347690161854498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLrOonwkirg/Ta3GEXRzWCI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/_zbVsy_v7bY/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every Spring our neighborhood had this get together for the kiddos. There were bounce houses, the bunny, an egg hunt and of course juice and chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psJWnfk7X8A/Ta3GEAz1AQI/AAAAAAAAEEI/ppJE88DuPF0/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597347684130554114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psJWnfk7X8A/Ta3GEAz1AQI/AAAAAAAAEEI/ppJE88DuPF0/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson slept through the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ROQzoAHUQE/Ta3GD34wUzI/AAAAAAAAEEA/_h-9RlW1ECc/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597347681735299890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ROQzoAHUQE/Ta3GD34wUzI/AAAAAAAAEEA/_h-9RlW1ECc/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a madhouse with all the kids so as you can see Stella is staring down her competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, next year she's with the big kids so she might not be so threatening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkyxneAinOU/Ta3GDqqCHxI/AAAAAAAAED4/VX-oDdJUoaU/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597347678183890706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkyxneAinOU/Ta3GDqqCHxI/AAAAAAAAED4/VX-oDdJUoaU/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the hunt for more eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JB4Nz6Tc39U/Ta3EwiBPsbI/AAAAAAAAEDw/dKt5VH1OjEk/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597346249936187826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JB4Nz6Tc39U/Ta3EwiBPsbI/AAAAAAAAEDw/dKt5VH1OjEk/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing daddy her loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmNmeueUzL4/Ta3EwbKx_qI/AAAAAAAAEDo/7LgsmquE9Ck/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597346248097136290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmNmeueUzL4/Ta3EwbKx_qI/AAAAAAAAEDo/7LgsmquE9Ck/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who wants to smile when you have a cookie with sprinkles on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RszyJLbkMjY/Ta3EwGZoTyI/AAAAAAAAEDg/WsdR5MtqwS8/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597346242522271522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RszyJLbkMjY/Ta3EwGZoTyI/AAAAAAAAEDg/WsdR5MtqwS8/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Organizing her "treasures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nLzmuqn_3s/Ta3EviPsW4I/AAAAAAAAEDY/hc9uvzfiIOI/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597346232816917378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nLzmuqn_3s/Ta3EviPsW4I/AAAAAAAAEDY/hc9uvzfiIOI/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella was thrilled she got some suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wweuqTE3hoM/Ta3ErUnKj-I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/SM40f9YdieY/s1600/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597346160437792738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wweuqTE3hoM/Ta3ErUnKj-I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/SM40f9YdieY/s400/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course she had to eat some candy and put on her candy bracelet before we headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we have at least 2 more Easter egg hunts this week so we should be on a sugar high all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/8566791449683108286-2115206045358261518?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2115206045358261518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2115206045358261518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2115206045358261518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2115206045358261518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt-1.html' title='Egg Hunt #1'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thvGpgIZl-I/Ta3GE7jQM8I/AAAAAAAAEEY/_Wd-02E3yaU/s72-c/tummytime%2Band%2Begghunt%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4741526778929887825</id><published>2011-04-13T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:09:56.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 8 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YceRzQOX7yM/Tac3wsA_jvI/AAAAAAAAECg/5ywhPBJg5A0/s1600/8%2Bweeks%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595502371619704562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YceRzQOX7yM/Tac3wsA_jvI/AAAAAAAAECg/5ywhPBJg5A0/s400/8%2Bweeks%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look who is grabbing toys...she's got a death grip on this rattle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCM6ukKqvmA/Tac3wTQkPwI/AAAAAAAAECY/9UUtOHkzE4g/s1600/E%2B82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595502364974137090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCM6ukKqvmA/Tac3wTQkPwI/AAAAAAAAECY/9UUtOHkzE4g/s400/E%2B82.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson was very proud that she had this toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjNoMGBajGA/Tac3wEVXWvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/n7zMhn3oN-U/s1600/E%2B81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595502360967731954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjNoMGBajGA/Tac3wEVXWvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/n7zMhn3oN-U/s400/E%2B81.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to add this picture to show you her mini-mohawk. Just like her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTJIjQzpBWs/Tac3vwOzFmI/AAAAAAAAECI/WLrAdBzkrhU/s1600/E%2B84.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595502355571480162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTJIjQzpBWs/Tac3vwOzFmI/AAAAAAAAECI/WLrAdBzkrhU/s400/E%2B84.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She HATES tummy time, but I had to show her cute pants. Believe it or n0t this outfit is 3 months...not 0-3, but 3 months. WHAT!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 8 weeks baby girl!&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/8566791449683108286-4741526778929887825?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4741526778929887825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4741526778929887825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4741526778929887825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4741526778929887825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-whos-8-weeks.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 8 Weeks'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YceRzQOX7yM/Tac3wsA_jvI/AAAAAAAAECg/5ywhPBJg5A0/s72-c/8%2Bweeks%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3900202587104599979</id><published>2011-04-11T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:59:44.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8lfHsT1ZN8/TaOwre4Z3XI/AAAAAAAAECA/G1S3oEFqJVk/s1600/bday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594509423194791282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8lfHsT1ZN8/TaOwre4Z3XI/AAAAAAAAECA/G1S3oEFqJVk/s400/bday1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my cute hubby turned 32. We are celebrating with the whole fam later this week, but tonight at the last minute we decided to go out just hte 4 of us and it was fun. As you can see HE chose mexican (after almost 6 years of marriage I'm finally rubbing off on him). He ordered teh biggest beer ever while Stella ordered cheese dip as soon as we sat down. I just love these two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2MjBeH2A9I/TaOwq-NVHeI/AAAAAAAAEB4/KHB5H_TxjSg/s1600/bday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594509414424190434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z2MjBeH2A9I/TaOwq-NVHeI/AAAAAAAAEB4/KHB5H_TxjSg/s400/bday3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since it was his birthday, Stella wouldn't let him pay so she picked up the bill. How cute is that!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2dpShH5asw/TaOwqde2a9I/AAAAAAAAEBw/MucdBKA_uRU/s1600/bday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594509405639306194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2dpShH5asw/TaOwqde2a9I/AAAAAAAAEBw/MucdBKA_uRU/s400/bday2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adding the tip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to the best man I could ask for! Tom, you truly are a blessing to me and I'm so lucky to be your wife and watch you love our girls. I love sharing life with you. Both Stella and Emerson love you bunches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Girls! &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/8566791449683108286-3900202587104599979?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3900202587104599979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3900202587104599979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3900202587104599979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3900202587104599979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8lfHsT1ZN8/TaOwre4Z3XI/AAAAAAAAECA/G1S3oEFqJVk/s72-c/bday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4060190977210046272</id><published>2011-04-09T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:47:48.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kIzBj2WX6A/TaCoAy7sqDI/AAAAAAAAEBo/kkqCFlMyRDA/s1600/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593655468819785778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kIzBj2WX6A/TaCoAy7sqDI/AAAAAAAAEBo/kkqCFlMyRDA/s400/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spring is here, so Friday Stella invited Amelia over for a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; about going to the park, but lately Emerson has been a bit cranky so we played it safe and it worked out great. Stella LOVED showing off her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play set&lt;/span&gt; with her friend. Yes, Miss Amelia is wearing one of Stella's dress up crowns (such a girlie girl). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2R3WWI5qAE/TaCoAjKc_BI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-maXk1acTvw/s1600/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593655464586705938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2R3WWI5qAE/TaCoAjKc_BI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-maXk1acTvw/s400/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get the swinging thing down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGuW-Gqzv3E/TaCoAbjsd6I/AAAAAAAAEBY/Q7tyc5UdpxY/s1600/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593655462545094562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGuW-Gqzv3E/TaCoAbjsd6I/AAAAAAAAEBY/Q7tyc5UdpxY/s400/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, we had to bust out the jumpy. They played hard and were dirty when all was said and done. It was a good time...thanks for coming to play Amelia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCzq24DZ3GU/TaCoAIjuQNI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/hdVBu5Ed-rc/s1600/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593655457444937938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCzq24DZ3GU/TaCoAIjuQNI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/hdVBu5Ed-rc/s400/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, speaking of dirty look at this sweet girls face. Stella is in total toddler mode...play play play and get DIRTY. I had to share these pictures because they crack me up. She HATES for her hands to be dirty so if only she knew what her face looked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; after playing outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXW0R-qypbY/TaCn_aK47HI/AAAAAAAAEBI/oiig6dM3634/s1600/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593655444992748658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXW0R-qypbY/TaCn_aK47HI/AAAAAAAAEBI/oiig6dM3634/s400/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pineapple&lt;/span&gt; juice running out of her mouth and tomatoes smeared on her shirt. I love that she plays hard. Who needs pretty dresses, time to bust out the play clothes!&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/8566791449683108286-4060190977210046272?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4060190977210046272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4060190977210046272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4060190977210046272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4060190977210046272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kIzBj2WX6A/TaCoAy7sqDI/AAAAAAAAEBo/kkqCFlMyRDA/s72-c/playing%2Bwith%2Bamelia%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-667501066832747017</id><published>2011-04-07T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:13:00.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PctI_rXKsns/TZ0fk2veRlI/AAAAAAAAEBA/eckMEyTdYuw/s1600/7%2Bweeks%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592661030294406738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PctI_rXKsns/TZ0fk2veRlI/AAAAAAAAEBA/eckMEyTdYuw/s400/7%2Bweeks%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella is lucky enough to go to a great "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school" and today they hosted Donuts with Dad. Tom came home to take his princess to school and enjoy a nice morning sugar rush! She was excited he was going, but she didn't want to take a picture for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeYIvTUCdTw/TZ0fkhU2BQI/AAAAAAAAEA4/RpzAx3o1hGo/s1600/donut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592661024545572098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeYIvTUCdTw/TZ0fkhU2BQI/AAAAAAAAEA4/RpzAx3o1hGo/s400/donut.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sugar High! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IPwlnqHdEY/TZ0fkeiQ4_I/AAAAAAAAEAw/IiB6RUaqJWA/s1600/juice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592661023796552690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IPwlnqHdEY/TZ0fkeiQ4_I/AAAAAAAAEAw/IiB6RUaqJWA/s400/juice.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only did she get supped up on donuts...she also got juice. The poor teachers. The dads come in..eat the treats and then dump them off all hyped on sugar for the rest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the day at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the both had a blast. I i just love that Stella gets to do fun stuff with her daddy because I know I LOVED that (still do) growing up as my dad's princess!&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/8566791449683108286-667501066832747017?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/667501066832747017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=667501066832747017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/667501066832747017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/667501066832747017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/donuts-with-dad.html' title='Donuts with Dad'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PctI_rXKsns/TZ0fk2veRlI/AAAAAAAAEBA/eckMEyTdYuw/s72-c/7%2Bweeks%2B026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4942438033106663754</id><published>2011-04-06T20:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:13:49.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Emerson is 7 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIgOhF6VHOQ/TZ0cFabQ-wI/AAAAAAAAEAo/VOuaVW887lw/s1600/7%2Bweeks%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592657191582628610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIgOhF6VHOQ/TZ0cFabQ-wI/AAAAAAAAEAo/VOuaVW887lw/s400/7%2Bweeks%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll admit this past week was pretty trying as a mommy to this little one, but like everything it's all just a phase. I'm hoping whatever is bothering her tummy and causing her to scream is gone. Yes, I've changed my diet. BUT I'm still LOVING my days with my girls. Here are some pics of my sweet pea. Emerson loves to lay on her changing table...why is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; not as soothing :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuBIbTwD5wk/TZ0cFCgbjuI/AAAAAAAAEAg/E0XBwvkkvbE/s1600/7%2Bweeks%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592657185161842402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuBIbTwD5wk/TZ0cFCgbjuI/AAAAAAAAEAg/E0XBwvkkvbE/s400/7%2Bweeks%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We figured out that naps are longer if she has her arms out of her swaddle, but we still do the full swaddle at night and it doesn't bother her...funny how the little things work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMAft5-soiY/TZ0bgRhjvYI/AAAAAAAAEAY/rSnLZhL5i_Q/s1600/7%2Bweeks%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656553537944962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMAft5-soiY/TZ0bgRhjvYI/AAAAAAAAEAY/rSnLZhL5i_Q/s400/7%2Bweeks%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chillin&lt;/span&gt; in her crib while I picked up her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh7CssjA2S4/TZ0bgL65j_I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/eBpHSEqV9KU/s1600/7%2Bweeks%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656552033619954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh7CssjA2S4/TZ0bgL65j_I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/eBpHSEqV9KU/s400/7%2Bweeks%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging with daddy while mommy got some things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzZNt5SAsXA/TZ0bf2ZAHkI/AAAAAAAAEAI/Qk1NhV3E7Bo/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656546254298690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzZNt5SAsXA/TZ0bf2ZAHkI/AAAAAAAAEAI/Qk1NhV3E7Bo/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are getting more and more smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BR4k63dsZdA/TZ0bfk7IY3I/AAAAAAAAEAA/eMDiT0bHgU0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656541565608818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BR4k63dsZdA/TZ0bfk7IY3I/AAAAAAAAEAA/eMDiT0bHgU0/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In her Sunday best...this past Sunday was her first time to church and she did great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz4YQ59NWYI/TZ0bfUrv0cI/AAAAAAAAD_4/9XBvxR1_YLI/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656537206116802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz4YQ59NWYI/TZ0bfUrv0cI/AAAAAAAAD_4/9XBvxR1_YLI/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this little outfit. How can you not love baby legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 7 weeks Emerson...we are so blessed to have you in our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, for the last few nights she has slept a 5 to 5.5 hour stretch, gets up to eat and goes right back down. Time is flying by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the last few pictures are off my phone...I can't carry the nice camera 24/7&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/8566791449683108286-4942438033106663754?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4942438033106663754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4942438033106663754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4942438033106663754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4942438033106663754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-emerson-is-7-weeks.html' title='Miss Emerson is 7 Weeks'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIgOhF6VHOQ/TZ0cFabQ-wI/AAAAAAAAEAo/VOuaVW887lw/s72-c/7%2Bweeks%2B021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-134925143278186834</id><published>2011-04-02T08:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:16:16.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJgiebdT9Q/TZcgODaLFmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/8NGMR6ZFxMY/s1600/princess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590972888209102434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJgiebdT9Q/TZcgODaLFmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/8NGMR6ZFxMY/s400/princess.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's official, we have a pretty princess on our hands. Our friends from Orlando visited the other day and brought Stella an awesome Belle dress. She LOVES it. She was so excited about it she wanted to put it on and then of course didn't want to take it off. So, Friday we all had lunch with a princess. I always love seeing kids out in costumes. It's not worth the fight to make them take it off and I love to see their little imaginations at work. I have to tell you lunch with this princess was a pure joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyI2gT_Td7w/TZcgNyxXKCI/AAAAAAAAD_A/H09NSTSp85c/s1600/princess1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590972883742959650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyI2gT_Td7w/TZcgNyxXKCI/AAAAAAAAD_A/H09NSTSp85c/s400/princess1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course every princess has her Prince!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS..there is a lot of glitter on this dress so Little Miss Princess and her Prince were covered in sparkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-134925143278186834?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/134925143278186834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=134925143278186834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/134925143278186834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/134925143278186834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunch-with-princess.html' title='Lunch with a Princess'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJgiebdT9Q/TZcgODaLFmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/8NGMR6ZFxMY/s72-c/princess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3072640095841064913</id><published>2011-03-30T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:56:29.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6 Weeks Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9B9cxfiq5o/TZOYQoYLdGI/AAAAAAAAD-4/1qGCIzJF_Qs/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589978973981078626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9B9cxfiq5o/TZOYQoYLdGI/AAAAAAAAD-4/1qGCIzJF_Qs/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson is slowly but surely startying to show us her smile. She smiles all the time in her sleep, but we're getting a few glimpses during the day now too. I love it when they start to showing more personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItIKYZZgz_s/TZOYQZ0e94I/AAAAAAAAD-w/Z9_BLq8ZJBA/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589978970073266050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItIKYZZgz_s/TZOYQZ0e94I/AAAAAAAAD-w/Z9_BLq8ZJBA/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little sister could watch her big sister all day. Stella was playing and Emme just wanted to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ98rxNydrE/TZOYQK4xcYI/AAAAAAAAD-o/9Jv-ZpO8BUE/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589978966064722306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ98rxNydrE/TZOYQK4xcYI/AAAAAAAAD-o/9Jv-ZpO8BUE/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unlike her big sister, Emerson does take a paci. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRF-1rIpdjk/TZOYP6eqf_I/AAAAAAAAD-g/e4D68VwperE/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589978961660248050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRF-1rIpdjk/TZOYP6eqf_I/AAAAAAAAD-g/e4D68VwperE/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella wanted me to take a picture so I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPQOEFlf-mI/TZOYPuhaitI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/hYNi7hIts3Q/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589978958450559698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPQOEFlf-mI/TZOYPuhaitI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/hYNi7hIts3Q/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know Emme is super mad here, but it was really sweet because Stella just kept telling her it was ok. So SWEET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson you are growing like a weed. You still eat every 2-3.5 hours during both the day and night. We love you!&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/8566791449683108286-3072640095841064913?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3072640095841064913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3072640095841064913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3072640095841064913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3072640095841064913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-6-weeks-emerson.html' title='Happy 6 Weeks Emerson'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9B9cxfiq5o/TZOYQoYLdGI/AAAAAAAAD-4/1qGCIzJF_Qs/s72-c/boingo%2Bbounce%2B024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4877292968849937412</id><published>2011-03-29T16:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:06:44.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9J_iVBrf6E/TZJV-KulwQI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/2xwb7dER15E/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589624614040224002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9J_iVBrf6E/TZJV-KulwQI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/2xwb7dER15E/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since today was a yucky day...Stella's friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; thought it'd be a good idea to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boingo&lt;/span&gt; Bounce. It was a HUGE hit. The girls did all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jumpies&lt;/span&gt; by themselves and had a blast on the slides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBDsY0NlCEI/TZJV95jy7DI/AAAAAAAAD-I/YSQ7bSuBZHE/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589624609431546930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBDsY0NlCEI/TZJV95jy7DI/AAAAAAAAD-I/YSQ7bSuBZHE/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella had a blast! These pictures say it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ONw_H4aBA/TZJVPlrExkI/AAAAAAAAD-A/Hmff7UccNPA/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623813819385410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ONw_H4aBA/TZJVPlrExkI/AAAAAAAAD-A/Hmff7UccNPA/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iphBwpg5bw/TZJVPNkBfnI/AAAAAAAAD94/1ZavexgCodI/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623807347359346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iphBwpg5bw/TZJVPNkBfnI/AAAAAAAAD94/1ZavexgCodI/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella was so excited when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; got there. Too bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; was so on the go I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get many pictures of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkVSUyEuU7s/TZJVOqSZCOI/AAAAAAAAD9w/yHSEaWmL1X8/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623797878163682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkVSUyEuU7s/TZJVOqSZCOI/AAAAAAAAD9w/yHSEaWmL1X8/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure joy after going down the BIG slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EN9vCL8ngvA/TZJVOSq0YWI/AAAAAAAAD9o/wqPqxER4qpg/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623791538168162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EN9vCL8ngvA/TZJVOSq0YWI/AAAAAAAAD9o/wqPqxER4qpg/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past Tom has gone down this with Stella, but today she did it all by herself...climbing to the top...everything. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl76CD6Itc4/TZJVOLDsVoI/AAAAAAAAD9g/IQjRci75GRA/s1600/boingo%2Bbounce%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623789495015042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl76CD6Itc4/TZJVOLDsVoI/AAAAAAAAD9g/IQjRci75GRA/s400/boingo%2Bbounce%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Miss Emerson slept through the entire trip. I think the flash bugged her here, but the noise of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jumpies&lt;/span&gt; lulled her to sleep.&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/8566791449683108286-4877292968849937412?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4877292968849937412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4877292968849937412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4877292968849937412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4877292968849937412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9J_iVBrf6E/TZJV-KulwQI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/2xwb7dER15E/s72-c/boingo%2Bbounce%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-619047544872362712</id><published>2011-03-27T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:33:08.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucker Up Buttercup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlEKe6cp2-4/TY-doBsFbQI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oEzm0bi4wS8/s1600/lipstick%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588858973563743490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlEKe6cp2-4/TY-doBsFbQI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oEzm0bi4wS8/s400/lipstick%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now Stella is really into her "lipstick" from her princess kit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;, she's just into lipstick period. When my mom was here she requested it regularly and if I'm putting some on or Tom is putting on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt; she wants some. This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; she wanted EVERYONE to have some of her lipstick. Here she is helping daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGAjFtPtXaA/TY-dn7Dqv9I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/QDdml8OHsoc/s1600/lipstick%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588858971783610322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGAjFtPtXaA/TY-dn7Dqv9I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/QDdml8OHsoc/s400/lipstick%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, Emerson needed some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88hctszJTiE/TY-dngx355I/AAAAAAAAD9I/fQ4CB-6tVzY/s1600/lipstick%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588858964729653138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88hctszJTiE/TY-dngx355I/AAAAAAAAD9I/fQ4CB-6tVzY/s400/lipstick%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A girl can never have enough lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liyUsr-VbNQ/TY-dnIexdTI/AAAAAAAAD9A/z93dy2iqcmU/s1600/lipstick%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588858958207087922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liyUsr-VbNQ/TY-dnIexdTI/AAAAAAAAD9A/z93dy2iqcmU/s400/lipstick%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got some too, but we didn't get a picture. I wanted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;include&lt;/span&gt; this picture to show off her dress. My mom (Gaga) made this and I thought it turned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; super cute. I can't believe it's so cold Stella has to wear tights and a turtleneck with it, but it's still cute! Thanks MOM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XDTOvbHxvA/TY-dmqfl3_I/AAAAAAAAD84/qttjajPrCUo/s1600/lipstick%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588858950157459442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XDTOvbHxvA/TY-dmqfl3_I/AAAAAAAAD84/qttjajPrCUo/s400/lipstick%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and yes, Stella got this whistle as a party favor at a birthday she went to recently. Let me tell you how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; this toy is with a newborn. ha. I might have to return to favor one day, ha!&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/8566791449683108286-619047544872362712?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/619047544872362712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=619047544872362712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/619047544872362712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/619047544872362712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/pucker-up-buttercup.html' title='Pucker Up Buttercup'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlEKe6cp2-4/TY-doBsFbQI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oEzm0bi4wS8/s72-c/lipstick%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7482605121447751921</id><published>2011-03-25T20:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:16:24.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Dub..Emerson's 1st Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0d7-Bgv3aw/TY09QzIT2MI/AAAAAAAAD8w/1YT_pcLXf-g/s1600/bath%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588190071448918210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0d7-Bgv3aw/TY09QzIT2MI/AAAAAAAAD8w/1YT_pcLXf-g/s400/bath%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I know Emerson is over 5 weeks old and it seems crazy she is just now getting her FIRST "real" bath BUT  her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord held on FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aqXkiPoPI/TY09QhT87EI/AAAAAAAAD8o/SUVWcGEuHZA/s1600/bath%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588190066665909314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aqXkiPoPI/TY09QhT87EI/AAAAAAAAD8o/SUVWcGEuHZA/s400/bath%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she LOVES her bath. I think this might be our solution to getting rid of some cranky time in the evening. Literally, I put her in her tub and she just relaxed and loved being pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8LgoT84MBE/TY09QE0GwCI/AAAAAAAAD8g/k3WrGji3HLk/s1600/bath%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588190059016142882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8LgoT84MBE/TY09QE0GwCI/AAAAAAAAD8g/k3WrGji3HLk/s400/bath%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keeping an eye on me to make sure I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; her completely clean  :) look at those chins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxW7v3hk8Kc/TY09O1Cxe5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/kODxr8b02vs/s1600/bath%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588190037602827154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxW7v3hk8Kc/TY09O1Cxe5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/kODxr8b02vs/s400/bath%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson even tried to do it herself...so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qArnA6LowmA/TY09OfwPAPI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/KpKfE4llz3A/s1600/bath%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588190031887925490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qArnA6LowmA/TY09OfwPAPI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/KpKfE4llz3A/s400/bath%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dry and ready for some lotion and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;. Don't you just love those BIG eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if only mommy could find time for a shower, ha!&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/8566791449683108286-7482605121447751921?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7482605121447751921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7482605121447751921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7482605121447751921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7482605121447751921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/rub-dub-dubemersons-1st-tub.html' title='Rub a Dub Dub..Emerson&apos;s 1st Tub'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0d7-Bgv3aw/TY09QzIT2MI/AAAAAAAAD8w/1YT_pcLXf-g/s72-c/bath%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-5692650789615951351</id><published>2011-03-23T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:45:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vejUGsTRfaQ/TYtl_IW_BuI/AAAAAAAAD8I/EffUXcZcCZQ/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587671897933285090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vejUGsTRfaQ/TYtl_IW_BuI/AAAAAAAAD8I/EffUXcZcCZQ/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yoy5jsOoNA4/TYtl-3HEKpI/AAAAAAAAD8A/AcFViqyxVT4/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587671893303110290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yoy5jsOoNA4/TYtl-3HEKpI/AAAAAAAAD8A/AcFViqyxVT4/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_wifCg6b0w/TYtlH_r7Z9I/AAAAAAAAD74/gPDm4mtfziQ/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587670950712403922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_wifCg6b0w/TYtlH_r7Z9I/AAAAAAAAD74/gPDm4mtfziQ/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLuR1OQCb5M/TYtlHkF2jUI/AAAAAAAAD7w/vpc1D0_JyO4/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587670943304944962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLuR1OQCb5M/TYtlHkF2jUI/AAAAAAAAD7w/vpc1D0_JyO4/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet girl is 5 weeks and I think she is looking so big these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzebekQ9h-8/TYtlHOrhqEI/AAAAAAAAD7o/wKjH58dyJjQ/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587670937557379138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzebekQ9h-8/TYtlHOrhqEI/AAAAAAAAD7o/wKjH58dyJjQ/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tummy time is NOT a favorite time. As you can tell her face is read and she is about to blow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sax6EaTxO60/TYtlG2MQ-QI/AAAAAAAAD7g/iBJSrdLwXcM/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587670930983811330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sax6EaTxO60/TYtlG2MQ-QI/AAAAAAAAD7g/iBJSrdLwXcM/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella doesn't like it when Emerson is upset so here she is trying to make her happy during tummy time. She is such a sweet big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn0h9rsjx6w/TYtlGYI2MjI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/2c4nYg31TPk/s1600/5%2Bweeks%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587670922916409906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn0h9rsjx6w/TYtlGYI2MjI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/2c4nYg31TPk/s400/5%2Bweeks%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course this little sassy thing likes her picture taken every once in awhile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are still eating and sleeping like a champ. I have a feeling your about to drop an evening feeding but we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You eat every2-3 hours during the day and every 3-3.5 hours at night. Most nights you go right back down, but sometimes you like to keep mommy up for a couple hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have decided you like to be swaddled, but you love to bust out of the swaddle too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tummy time is not a activity of choice. You do love to just lay on the floor while Stella reads to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are pure joy and we love you.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/8566791449683108286-5692650789615951351?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5692650789615951351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=5692650789615951351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5692650789615951351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/5692650789615951351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-weeks.html' title='5 Weeks'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vejUGsTRfaQ/TYtl_IW_BuI/AAAAAAAAD8I/EffUXcZcCZQ/s72-c/5%2Bweeks%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-454569006111670390</id><published>2011-03-16T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:36:45.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKHfTpSvGV4/TYNr-Au-LHI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/9dV863dELmg/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585426675962621042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKHfTpSvGV4/TYNr-Au-LHI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/9dV863dELmg/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this big eyes! I'm not sure they're has big as her sisters, but Emerson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has some pretty eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1I-o2tEHTZc/TYNr9ifOw-I/AAAAAAAAD7I/4wTsgvxefyw/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585426667843535842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1I-o2tEHTZc/TYNr9ifOw-I/AAAAAAAAD7I/4wTsgvxefyw/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out with Mommy before Stella wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fo_tLQk8FM/TYNrLSX4knI/AAAAAAAAD7A/oROKsCtdWU4/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585425804524294770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fo_tLQk8FM/TYNrLSX4knI/AAAAAAAAD7A/oROKsCtdWU4/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching Daddy on the news...very serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-CosdMaqS4/TYNrK5NmLlI/AAAAAAAAD64/9HHllSjNDI0/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585425797770260050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-CosdMaqS4/TYNrK5NmLlI/AAAAAAAAD64/9HHllSjNDI0/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot how much little ones sleep. We did a great sleep training method with Stella when she was this age, so I started it with Emerson and I was worried she was sleeping too much. But my sweet friends reminded me there is very little awake time at this age. And NO ONE wakes a sleeping baby. At least not me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy-KtnJ2h80/TYNrKidl6sI/AAAAAAAAD6w/Ai0yWozPsK8/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585425791663336130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy-KtnJ2h80/TYNrKidl6sI/AAAAAAAAD6w/Ai0yWozPsK8/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson lets me swaddle her but then I think it's her goal to bust out. She loves to have her arms free, so during the day they tend to be free, but at night they stay nice and bundled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0hT7w95_hE/TYNrKVGmQ-I/AAAAAAAAD6o/rNux7et7giE/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585425788077229026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0hT7w95_hE/TYNrKVGmQ-I/AAAAAAAAD6o/rNux7et7giE/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella has really been into holding Emerson more, but it's nearly impossible to get a cute picture because Stella doesn't want to look at the camera...she'd rather look at her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PC7MNaxj6Q4/TYNrJ1YhxII/AAAAAAAAD6g/ws7VmZgRAxg/s1600/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585425779562497154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PC7MNaxj6Q4/TYNrJ1YhxII/AAAAAAAAD6g/ws7VmZgRAxg/s400/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;. Stella has been an incredible big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson, you are a true joy. I really can't believe a month has already passed. For the most part you're an easy baby. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; your fussy time in the evening like your sister did (so I was able to mentally prepare myself this time), ha! You like to follow our voices, but your especially drawn to your sister's voice and you always perk up when you hear daddy. I guess you get sick of hearing from me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are just begging to coo and make sweet sounds and everyone now and then I'll catch a smile. BUT you too are serious like your sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you sweet girl! &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/8566791449683108286-454569006111670390?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/454569006111670390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=454569006111670390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/454569006111670390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/454569006111670390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-1-month-emerson.html' title='Happy 1 Month Emerson'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKHfTpSvGV4/TYNr-Au-LHI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/9dV863dELmg/s72-c/E%2Bone%2Bmonth%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6908751352572822289</id><published>2011-03-09T11:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:57:58.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3 Weeks Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRjtwyBVWU/TXe-aWSps8I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/--ntGROOxwY/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582139623018705858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRjtwyBVWU/TXe-aWSps8I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/--ntGROOxwY/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson you are pure joy! We've loved getting to know you and your sweet personality. I don't think anyone loves your more than your big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsGB9iml6qo/TXe-aHboQBI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/4ubYwK3CKaE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582139619029827602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsGB9iml6qo/TXe-aHboQBI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/4ubYwK3CKaE/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the last 3 weeks she has waited patiently to play with you and now that you spend some "Emerson" time on your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; Stella is eager to share her toys with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-TbtW7ilY/TXe-Zu-WJnI/AAAAAAAAD6I/1qm5HLVjxPM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582139612464555634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-TbtW7ilY/TXe-Zu-WJnI/AAAAAAAAD6I/1qm5HLVjxPM/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You love to hear Stella's stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fWQVwuHokU/TXe-ZWygxuI/AAAAAAAAD6A/soc-qp2iSVc/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582139605972469474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fWQVwuHokU/TXe-ZWygxuI/AAAAAAAAD6A/soc-qp2iSVc/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are very patient with your VERY loving sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlWpvv9V0So/TXe-Y_c5_0I/AAAAAAAAD54/MXSReXpJ5HY/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582139599707832130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlWpvv9V0So/TXe-Y_c5_0I/AAAAAAAAD54/MXSReXpJ5HY/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Miss Sassy has made this transition easier than I expected. I know a lot of it has to do with Stella's awesome attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe 3 weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; already flown by. So far, it's been pretty easy (we had a rough night last night, so it's not all easy) but we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; this new adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVE you Emerson Kate!&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/8566791449683108286-6908751352572822289?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6908751352572822289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6908751352572822289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6908751352572822289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6908751352572822289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-3-weeks-emerson.html' title='Happy 3 Weeks Emerson'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRjtwyBVWU/TXe-aWSps8I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/--ntGROOxwY/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1687317669858935053</id><published>2011-03-04T11:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:48:58.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because I Love These Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxYqfDYbo1I/TXEg9ZB-mJI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YF2nU_Th9o8/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580277652352047250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxYqfDYbo1I/TXEg9ZB-mJI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YF2nU_Th9o8/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I'd post these pictures...just because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCajalxkGFU/TXEg9KzAqjI/AAAAAAAAD5o/iNSPvGu0Z8g/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580277648531171890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCajalxkGFU/TXEg9KzAqjI/AAAAAAAAD5o/iNSPvGu0Z8g/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whenever Emerson is on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playmat&lt;/span&gt; Stella gets down there and talks to her and shares her toys..it melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KMulEGH7Jc/TXEg8k8ymfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/tuB-Lf0j2l4/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580277638371645938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KMulEGH7Jc/TXEg8k8ymfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/tuB-Lf0j2l4/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBED9Oa-buo/TXEgBXkNjGI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/eTKDbqSAd0Q/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580276621166611554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBED9Oa-buo/TXEgBXkNjGI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/eTKDbqSAd0Q/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Stella used to nap too...she would free one and and be good to go. I can't believe I have two little precious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO5x-zaw1fU/TXEgA8x4AhI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/G37VAYLadVo/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580276613976162834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO5x-zaw1fU/TXEgA8x4AhI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/G37VAYLadVo/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, this one still melts my heart! I'm so thankful for her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playset&lt;/span&gt; and outdoor toys because it allows us to have a little time together outside of the house while Emerson naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6osk69qkeM/TXEgArYCK5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/xE52xRPTi28/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580276609304374162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6osk69qkeM/TXEgArYCK5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/xE52xRPTi28/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog was chasing her and she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zevX1DppUWs/TXEgAVlcQuI/AAAAAAAAD5A/PkLRKDa4HQU/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580276603455029986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zevX1DppUWs/TXEgAVlcQuI/AAAAAAAAD5A/PkLRKDa4HQU/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we made it the first week on our own and i think it was a success overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're all having a great week and have a happy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXSyUPxo3LA/TXEgAErRhRI/AAAAAAAAD44/OyQftHQUupY/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580276598916089106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXSyUPxo3LA/TXEgAErRhRI/AAAAAAAAD44/OyQftHQUupY/s400/just%2Bbecause%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the meantime this one is trying to make a break for it.&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/8566791449683108286-1687317669858935053?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1687317669858935053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1687317669858935053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1687317669858935053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1687317669858935053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-because-i-love-these-girls.html' title='Just Because I Love These Girls!'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxYqfDYbo1I/TXEg9ZB-mJI/AAAAAAAAD5w/YF2nU_Th9o8/s72-c/just%2Bbecause%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2984920671761917331</id><published>2011-03-02T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:23:46.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxXgt_-hHXg/TW5s2JkxqYI/AAAAAAAAD4M/844oHrhzAkI/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579516665897527682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxXgt_-hHXg/TW5s2JkxqYI/AAAAAAAAD4M/844oHrhzAkI/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What?!? Emerson Kate is two weeks today. I can honestly say the time has flown by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OXOBN90LcMU/TW5s14fnaaI/AAAAAAAAD4E/7RKEdpzJBxM/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579516661312481698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OXOBN90LcMU/TW5s14fnaaI/AAAAAAAAD4E/7RKEdpzJBxM/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is still a little peanut and has the skinniest little legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0MCz2SVnks/TW5s18yOBWI/AAAAAAAAD38/_jjDAuELLzE/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579516662464251234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0MCz2SVnks/TW5s18yOBWI/AAAAAAAAD38/_jjDAuELLzE/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was warm enough to go on a family stroll and it was super fun. Just like her sister on her first walk, Emerson did great but got a little warm a few blocks in so instead of risking it and getting on the trail in our neighborhood we turned around and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZi5HlFhXEM/TW5s1QibiQI/AAAAAAAAD30/jhOH57tiO9E/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579516650586867970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZi5HlFhXEM/TW5s1QibiQI/AAAAAAAAD30/jhOH57tiO9E/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was just what this mommy needed. A little "exercise" and sunshine. We don't have a double stroller yet, so I pushed Emerson and Tom had Stella in the jogging stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZSn2CRY5Q/TW5s1Y2f5bI/AAAAAAAAD3s/vUGpfEzBaSw/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579516652818523570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZSn2CRY5Q/TW5s1Y2f5bI/AAAAAAAAD3s/vUGpfEzBaSw/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella was super excited to take a her little sister on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfhrLdEkz3A/TW5rWudHlnI/AAAAAAAAD3k/e2kM0zbaqcs/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579515026530080370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfhrLdEkz3A/TW5rWudHlnI/AAAAAAAAD3k/e2kM0zbaqcs/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella is still super excited about her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mBmD712hRs/TW5rWfkhYpI/AAAAAAAAD3c/at8g1fz44zc/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579515022534599314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mBmD712hRs/TW5rWfkhYpI/AAAAAAAAD3c/at8g1fz44zc/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Emerson usually goes along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBIdj3ITkX8/TW5rWDIwtlI/AAAAAAAAD3U/UQhRdNAhQL4/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579515014901970514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBIdj3ITkX8/TW5rWDIwtlI/AAAAAAAAD3U/UQhRdNAhQL4/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why but Stella loves Emerson's cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2OGh0cGn7U/TW5rWI6IluI/AAAAAAAAD3M/MpD-IYPjjHw/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579515016451233506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2OGh0cGn7U/TW5rWI6IluI/AAAAAAAAD3M/MpD-IYPjjHw/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheesy smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CBcAy3akNk/TW5rV9dIUCI/AAAAAAAAD3E/hf3DP8gzf1E/s1600/first%2Bwalk%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579515013376790562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CBcAy3akNk/TW5rV9dIUCI/AAAAAAAAD3E/hf3DP8gzf1E/s400/first%2Bwalk%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this picture gives you a better idea of how little our sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; is. Look at those long skinny legs...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yazwinski&lt;/span&gt; trait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said the past two weeks have gone by pretty fast. This week has been an adjustment because my mom went home so I've been juggling nursing, cleaning, etc and playing with Stella. Stella has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wanted us in her playroom with her more, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; been interesting at times, but it's fun too. I know I didn't do a 1 week post for Miss E and I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to act like I have it all together. Sometimes just sitting on the couch is more appealing during a down time then cracking open &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; laptop. I will do my best to stay on top of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to do a comparison post soon so you can tell me if Emerson and Stella look alike. I'm still not convinced...there are moments, but not all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we are super in LOVE. Emerson eats, sleeps, poops (oh my goodness I forgot how much a newborn poops) and then does it all over again. This week we've enjoyed some more awake time and I know before long we'll be working on a schedule, so for now I'm just trying to enjoy the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/8566791449683108286-2984920671761917331?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2984920671761917331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2984920671761917331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2984920671761917331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2984920671761917331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxXgt_-hHXg/TW5s2JkxqYI/AAAAAAAAD4M/844oHrhzAkI/s72-c/first%2Bwalk%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1270755555833039979</id><published>2011-02-27T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:41:23.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeadL5QSTk0/TWpijnAXjlI/AAAAAAAAD28/3fwUnch_Uh0/s1600/grandparents%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578379452357250642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeadL5QSTk0/TWpijnAXjlI/AAAAAAAAD28/3fwUnch_Uh0/s400/grandparents%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we decided to a do a little photo shoot with the grandparents. We took a picture of Stella when she was born with her four grandparents so we wanted to do the same with Emerson, but we forgot in the hospital so we made up for it at home. Stella looks serious here, but she just was more into her book than a picture with Papa, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;, Big Papa and Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-178qZZzklTs/TWpijTAOAII/AAAAAAAAD20/pwgwmzDg2SE/s1600/grandparents%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578379446987915394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-178qZZzklTs/TWpijTAOAII/AAAAAAAAD20/pwgwmzDg2SE/s400/grandparents%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only a couple days old and Emerson is super LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McnqFqMCj3I/TWpijD9o22I/AAAAAAAAD2s/NmDi9_7aCr0/s1600/grandparents%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578379442950560610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McnqFqMCj3I/TWpijD9o22I/AAAAAAAAD2s/NmDi9_7aCr0/s400/grandparents%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; with Emerson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa8Z-AboQew/TWpii3bOKdI/AAAAAAAAD2k/AQQMtCrElYw/s1600/grandparents%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578379439584979410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa8Z-AboQew/TWpii3bOKdI/AAAAAAAAD2k/AQQMtCrElYw/s400/grandparents%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Papa and Gaga with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5sbqBvlEXE/TWpiipCFI8I/AAAAAAAAD2c/SQanpJ-O3t8/s1600/grandparents%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578379435721434050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5sbqBvlEXE/TWpiipCFI8I/AAAAAAAAD2c/SQanpJ-O3t8/s400/grandparents%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had to leave before my mom so I caught a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of him saying goodbye. Let's face it...it's NEVER easy saying goodbye to grandparents. My mom just left yesterday and it was hard for Stella to say goodbye. Honestly, it was heartbreaking. But of course it was hard, for over two weeks Stella has had her Gaga all to herself to cook with, have tea parties, play dress up, dance, read books, boss around, take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tubbies&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Thanks for everything from all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt;. We are super blessed with all the help during these first several days.&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/8566791449683108286-1270755555833039979?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1270755555833039979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1270755555833039979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1270755555833039979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1270755555833039979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeadL5QSTk0/TWpijnAXjlI/AAAAAAAAD28/3fwUnch_Uh0/s72-c/grandparents%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8545857481263725062</id><published>2011-02-22T14:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:03:33.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4g69KHTtgg/TWQje-UZ4CI/AAAAAAAAD2U/uhNakRNiSVM/s1600/sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621253623144482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4g69KHTtgg/TWQje-UZ4CI/AAAAAAAAD2U/uhNakRNiSVM/s400/sisters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I thought I'd be a little better about blogging, but ha, no! So I'm sorry for th&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; lack of posts, but we've been busy. A Good busy though. Stella has been an outstanding big sister! She really goes out of her way to make sure Emerson is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SngXTdnmjgk/TWQjd1RNz7I/AAAAAAAAD2M/wtu7izyIQkQ/s1600/sister%2Bprincess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621234013982642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SngXTdnmjgk/TWQjd1RNz7I/AAAAAAAAD2M/wtu7izyIQkQ/s400/sister%2Bprincess.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, all little sisters need to know about the princesses and Stella took that job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng5-laVMMmo/TWQjduW6bAI/AAAAAAAAD2E/vKPajjMYcU8/s1600/grandparents%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621232158829570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng5-laVMMmo/TWQjduW6bAI/AAAAAAAAD2E/vKPajjMYcU8/s400/grandparents%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves to check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0vlgRN-QkI/TWQjdNLraPI/AAAAAAAAD18/onagJzIx79E/s1600/grandparents%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621223253338354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0vlgRN-QkI/TWQjdNLraPI/AAAAAAAAD18/onagJzIx79E/s400/grandparents%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerson is so much smaller than her big sis was so I've had to get used to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to post more soon,,,someone is up so I'm off.&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/8566791449683108286-8545857481263725062?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8545857481263725062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8545857481263725062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8545857481263725062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8545857481263725062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4g69KHTtgg/TWQje-UZ4CI/AAAAAAAAD2U/uhNakRNiSVM/s72-c/sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-507951466582866734</id><published>2011-02-18T10:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:02:31.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol_6u7HVcSI/TV6kfiU6UWI/AAAAAAAAD10/1hoSDMvcsO0/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575074250428666210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol_6u7HVcSI/TV6kfiU6UWI/AAAAAAAAD10/1hoSDMvcsO0/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's always fun to load up and head home, but it can be a bit scary too. After a day of check ups and visits from family and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; we were ready to head home and start our new/crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dCVDZNepUc/TV6kfU9vGaI/AAAAAAAAD1s/-aWvPskj-g4/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575074246841801122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dCVDZNepUc/TV6kfU9vGaI/AAAAAAAAD1s/-aWvPskj-g4/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Emerson resembles Stella here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaIKDMN_QZ0/TV6kfEeuEVI/AAAAAAAAD1k/0OJKRO5PVKg/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575074242416742738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaIKDMN_QZ0/TV6kfEeuEVI/AAAAAAAAD1k/0OJKRO5PVKg/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tom and I got home with Emerson Stella was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited to welcome home her little sister. I mean super excited, bouncing off the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSyQbj00KKA/TV6jhI2q_DI/AAAAAAAAD1c/WMgcEVpAcuQ/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575073178439056434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSyQbj00KKA/TV6jhI2q_DI/AAAAAAAAD1c/WMgcEVpAcuQ/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how proud she is. I was relieved because this was the first time she showed much interest in Emerson. It was super cute. She gave her grand tour of the house...including Emerson's new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZCW107uopQ/TV6jgr_A6iI/AAAAAAAAD1U/7Q_49XqFz1A/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575073170689419810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZCW107uopQ/TV6jgr_A6iI/AAAAAAAAD1U/7Q_49XqFz1A/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Emerson's room...my mom finished it up for me and I'm happy with the final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu0GIi4wkg4/TV6jgZUyrEI/AAAAAAAAD1M/3-4jChRI12M/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575073165680487490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu0GIi4wkg4/TV6jgZUyrEI/AAAAAAAAD1M/3-4jChRI12M/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of nature...birds, owls, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGu-M6m81DY/TV6jgCxY0RI/AAAAAAAAD1E/Ej9AlUl6rVA/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575073159626412306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGu-M6m81DY/TV6jgCxY0RI/AAAAAAAAD1E/Ej9AlUl6rVA/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ync0y0xf0Ws/TV6jf0R_QdI/AAAAAAAAD08/oQ_zjhKjfuQ/s1600/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575073155736617426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ync0y0xf0Ws/TV6jf0R_QdI/AAAAAAAAD08/oQ_zjhKjfuQ/s400/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to add this picture because Emerson was napping in the cradle about 20 minutes after we got home and already our dog, Diesel was super protective of her. He was like this with Stella but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think he'd do the same for Emerson. After all, Stella has pretty much rocked his world the last two years.&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/8566791449683108286-507951466582866734?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/507951466582866734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=507951466582866734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/507951466582866734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/507951466582866734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol_6u7HVcSI/TV6kfiU6UWI/AAAAAAAAD10/1hoSDMvcsO0/s72-c/going%2Bhome%2Band%2Bnursery%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-2433956258824387647</id><published>2011-02-17T08:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:42:48.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S HERE: Meet Emerson Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9G3Zm7X7Ac/TV1p-MyQyLI/AAAAAAAAD00/1SMEpJ5gCjo/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728431059388594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9G3Zm7X7Ac/TV1p-MyQyLI/AAAAAAAAD00/1SMEpJ5gCjo/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in love with this 8 pound 5 ounces of pure JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Kk7kDqTX0/TV1p9hSDUHI/AAAAAAAAD0s/qYFUDk48Z8Y/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728419381563506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Kk7kDqTX0/TV1p9hSDUHI/AAAAAAAAD0s/qYFUDk48Z8Y/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She entered the world at 6:22 pm February 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She is 20.5 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDqI1OGz-2o/TV1p9bk_buI/AAAAAAAAD0k/tFznmF-N-yg/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728417850388194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDqI1OGz-2o/TV1p9bk_buI/AAAAAAAAD0k/tFznmF-N-yg/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great day. By the time I needed to push Miss Emerson basically walked out. She was ready to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obrSh6seekg/TV1p9P5dOTI/AAAAAAAAD0c/FqQBFrEWLxI/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728414715001138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obrSh6seekg/TV1p9P5dOTI/AAAAAAAAD0c/FqQBFrEWLxI/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella wasn't sure what to think and we still have yet to take a picture of all of us since she would rather play with her toys she got once Emerson arrived :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pK4Cet-bmAU/TV1p8n9jdEI/AAAAAAAAD0U/RO8HVdcNASs/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728403994768450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pK4Cet-bmAU/TV1p8n9jdEI/AAAAAAAAD0U/RO8HVdcNASs/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This lasted about two seconds...then she was done with her baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGdElrzTVJI/TV1Fx3A820I/AAAAAAAAD0M/fRoHENuCBKA/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688636638387010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGdElrzTVJI/TV1Fx3A820I/AAAAAAAAD0M/fRoHENuCBKA/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures because Tom used to stick his tongue out all the time and this is how she came out of the womb. The doctor was laughing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sticking&lt;/span&gt; hr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; out. I think we might have a class clown on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qr5hgS2oSs/TV1Fxt3FjBI/AAAAAAAAD0E/3MmP8OJ3-vE/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688634181094418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qr5hgS2oSs/TV1Fxt3FjBI/AAAAAAAAD0E/3MmP8OJ3-vE/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella did not want to be part of this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVOPRHdPfKo/TV1FxR0rMWI/AAAAAAAADz8/HQL2wxq8vtI/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688626654785890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVOPRHdPfKo/TV1FxR0rMWI/AAAAAAAADz8/HQL2wxq8vtI/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZuFLK0OyGQ/TV1FxCiJ9sI/AAAAAAAADz0/QQ5sSQipsRc/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688622550578882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZuFLK0OyGQ/TV1FxCiJ9sI/AAAAAAAADz0/QQ5sSQipsRc/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad or has Stella calls him sometimes BIG Papa  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18U2bfbxx8w/TV1Fw8XIpyI/AAAAAAAADzs/5obiCjQmmo8/s1600/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688620893742882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18U2bfbxx8w/TV1Fw8XIpyI/AAAAAAAADzs/5obiCjQmmo8/s400/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mom/Gaga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry this post is kind of vague, but the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is SLOW here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I promise we'll be posting more about our little brunette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all prayers!&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/8566791449683108286-2433956258824387647?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2433956258824387647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=2433956258824387647' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2433956258824387647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/2433956258824387647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/shes-here-meet-emerson-kate.html' title='SHE&apos;S HERE: Meet Emerson Kate'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9G3Zm7X7Ac/TV1p-MyQyLI/AAAAAAAAD00/1SMEpJ5gCjo/s72-c/emersons%2Bbirthday%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3238189090189558289</id><published>2011-02-14T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:46:50.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDPLwirIcZs/TVwMKP37WxI/AAAAAAAADzk/BSemnYF1Ld8/s1600/vday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574343808977165074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDPLwirIcZs/TVwMKP37WxI/AAAAAAAADzk/BSemnYF1Ld8/s400/vday1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've never made a big deal of Valentines day but since Hart is my maiden name my parents always made it fun so we're keeping the tradition alive with Stella. Here she is checking out what cupid brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBCUtbwySnk/TVwMJ7N6fjI/AAAAAAAADzc/wlgmFPuio_I/s1600/vday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574343803432238642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBCUtbwySnk/TVwMJ7N6fjI/AAAAAAAADzc/wlgmFPuio_I/s400/vday2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with her slinky! Stella had a Valentines party at school and her teacher told me she scarfed down the cupcake and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;...girl, after my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg3RK2YkH0g/TVwMJ11ZOVI/AAAAAAAADzU/FUR9cphEgL8/s1600/vday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574343801987217746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg3RK2YkH0g/TVwMJ11ZOVI/AAAAAAAADzU/FUR9cphEgL8/s400/vday3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then that night...daddy cooked us chicken pesto pasta and it was a huge hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the quality of the pictures,,,they were from my phone.&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/8566791449683108286-3238189090189558289?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3238189090189558289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3238189090189558289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3238189090189558289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3238189090189558289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDPLwirIcZs/TVwMKP37WxI/AAAAAAAADzk/BSemnYF1Ld8/s72-c/vday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1466153616058060492</id><published>2011-02-13T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:55:31.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCCf4kYxXNY/TVvx0pzCneI/AAAAAAAADzM/2z6WCSOPYIA/s1600/snow%2Bprincess%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574314850676547042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCCf4kYxXNY/TVvx0pzCneI/AAAAAAAADzM/2z6WCSOPYIA/s400/snow%2Bprincess%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week Miss Stella made it to one day of school before the snow storm of the century hit. It was princess day and Stella was super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60nXN6HUjUY/TVvx0SbfKcI/AAAAAAAADzE/N2vjzjfkNFA/s1600/snow%2Bprincess%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574314844403739074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60nXN6HUjUY/TVvx0SbfKcI/AAAAAAAADzE/N2vjzjfkNFA/s400/snow%2Bprincess%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't want to take the dress off for nap. That was Monday and by Wednesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7JW-gt1PnM/TVvx0L93HFI/AAAAAAAADy8/54l7JYsfdcU/s1600/snow%2Btv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574314842668866642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7JW-gt1PnM/TVvx0L93HFI/AAAAAAAADy8/54l7JYsfdcU/s400/snow%2Btv.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were stuck inside watching daddy report in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDvZo1X-Y9s/TVvlqIm8wAI/AAAAAAAADy0/tjjN6SW8rF8/s1600/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301475829235714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDvZo1X-Y9s/TVvlqIm8wAI/AAAAAAAADy0/tjjN6SW8rF8/s400/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOTS of SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAaT0Qtj6yk/TVvlpxacKjI/AAAAAAAADys/ZeZhlr27UTw/s1600/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301469602753074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAaT0Qtj6yk/TVvlpxacKjI/AAAAAAAADys/ZeZhlr27UTw/s400/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just kept coming and coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8MtX9s64gc/TVvlpgWBBGI/AAAAAAAADyk/GwhPF0JqHBE/s1600/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301465020793954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8MtX9s64gc/TVvlpgWBBGI/AAAAAAAADyk/GwhPF0JqHBE/s400/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the end...we had 20 inches of snow at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301456454374642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iei1xhveZjY/TVvlpAbn1PI/AAAAAAAADyc/yVkCisW4y1w/s400/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B007.JPG" /&gt;I was just thankful I didn't go into labor during the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImFV9HrJNAc/TVvlo332GDI/AAAAAAAADyU/Z3LCNyWkvow/s1600/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574301454156830770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImFV9HrJNAc/TVvlo332GDI/AAAAAAAADyU/Z3LCNyWkvow/s400/biggest%2Bsnwo%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;icicles&lt;/span&gt;. It's all gone now and we're in the 60's..gotta love Arkansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that our snow/ice is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-1466153616058060492?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1466153616058060492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1466153616058060492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1466153616058060492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1466153616058060492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-princess.html' title='Snow Princess'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCCf4kYxXNY/TVvx0pzCneI/AAAAAAAADzM/2z6WCSOPYIA/s72-c/snow%2Bprincess%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8453978220816005295</id><published>2011-02-05T18:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:19:42.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Snowman and Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zyPlXk3I/AAAAAAAADyM/YRiB9h5q5KE/s1600/snowman%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376358629446514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zyPlXk3I/AAAAAAAADyM/YRiB9h5q5KE/s400/snowman%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's face it my cute hubby is just a big kid at heart. This is what I found him doing while Stella napped. He thought if he built the snowman then they could "decorate"  him when she woke up. Really, I think he just couldn't wait any longer :) Poor guys been out reporting in it all week..and now it was finally his turn to play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxxV1LhI/AAAAAAAADyE/vYtu2ziX07I/s1600/snowman%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376350511214098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxxV1LhI/AAAAAAAADyE/vYtu2ziX07I/s400/snowman%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say Stella was thrilled when she saw what her daddy had made is an understatement. They got to work right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxd3sv2I/AAAAAAAADx8/6tuYCSOReTg/s1600/snowman%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376345284558690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxd3sv2I/AAAAAAAADx8/6tuYCSOReTg/s400/snowman%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Using a pepper for the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxFkkjKI/AAAAAAAADx0/X3TTAfrHBJc/s1600/snowman%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376338761878690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zxFkkjKI/AAAAAAAADx0/X3TTAfrHBJc/s400/snowman%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nose was a little stubborn so daddy helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zw0cf_eI/AAAAAAAADxs/VJT8jnc6p7c/s1600/snowman%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376334164622818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zw0cf_eI/AAAAAAAADxs/VJT8jnc6p7c/s400/snowman%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We used Hershey Kisses for the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yGtX-CsI/AAAAAAAADxk/Pgy00lEqxm8/s1600/snowman%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374511200438978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yGtX-CsI/AAAAAAAADxk/Pgy00lEqxm8/s400/snowman%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching daddy making sure everything stays in Mr. Snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yF8NWwJI/AAAAAAAADxc/uWlSKSme8g0/s1600/snowman%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374498002583698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yF8NWwJI/AAAAAAAADxc/uWlSKSme8g0/s400/snowman%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product. They decided against the hat and scarf because they were headed to the sled hill next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yFLtbywI/AAAAAAAADxU/AvUOjXKHUfQ/s1600/snow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374484983794434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yFLtbywI/AAAAAAAADxU/AvUOjXKHUfQ/s400/snow1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed over to the middle school by our house for some fun. I honestly didn't think she would like it, but boy was I wrong. Sorry I didn't get many pictures. my camera died so these are from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yEpikL_I/AAAAAAAADxM/VDqsgxqWLwk/s1600/snow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374475811401714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yEpikL_I/AAAAAAAADxM/VDqsgxqWLwk/s400/snow2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking up the hill with daddy. Once I knew she wasn't scared and LOVED it, I was a nervous wreck. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Normally&lt;/span&gt;, Tom is the cautious one, but I guess not when it comes to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yEecJEzI/AAAAAAAADxE/V0bqjASWQxE/s1600/snow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374472831669042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3yEecJEzI/AAAAAAAADxE/V0bqjASWQxE/s400/snow3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved walking up the hill too. Here's to hoping she sleeps tonight. It was so fun! I'm also just thankful no one (especially Stella) was hurt during our family outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have video of our little daredevil that I might post later or you can check it out on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page.&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/8566791449683108286-8453978220816005295?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8453978220816005295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8453978220816005295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8453978220816005295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8453978220816005295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-snowman-and-sledding.html' title='Mr. Snowman and Sledding'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TU3zyPlXk3I/AAAAAAAADyM/YRiB9h5q5KE/s72-c/snowman%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1020852560183747589</id><published>2011-02-03T15:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:53:03.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshpLnyMoI/AAAAAAAADw8/CGSQxPuEDw0/s1600/cilla%2Bplay%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582355551761026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshpLnyMoI/AAAAAAAADw8/CGSQxPuEDw0/s400/cilla%2Bplay%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a couple days of entertaining Stella inside and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; else ourselves...Tom and I were excited to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; join us for a little bit last night. Yesterday was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla's&lt;/span&gt; daddy's birthday so we offered to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; while her parents enjoyed a child-free dinner. Stella and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; play really well together and last night was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshom6ZOAI/AAAAAAAADw0/R_DJCRlGsy0/s1600/cilla%2Bplay%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582345697703938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshom6ZOAI/AAAAAAAADw0/R_DJCRlGsy0/s400/cilla%2Bplay%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was super funny to build a block tower then knock it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshoCs72DI/AAAAAAAADws/hEY10FUO7dg/s1600/cilla%2Bplay%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582335977576498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshoCs72DI/AAAAAAAADws/hEY10FUO7dg/s400/cilla%2Bplay%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They even baked a few things in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshnmqpzQI/AAAAAAAADwk/KwHCC8mvIUI/s1600/cilla%2Bplay%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582328451812610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshnmqpzQI/AAAAAAAADwk/KwHCC8mvIUI/s400/cilla%2Bplay%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did pretty good at sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshnb0IUJI/AAAAAAAADwc/0pX7txZjZkA/s1600/cilla%2Bplay%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569582325538771090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshnb0IUJI/AAAAAAAADwc/0pX7txZjZkA/s400/cilla%2Bplay%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but of course there were a couple standoffs. The hot toy...a cow and a horse. We were glad to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla&lt;/span&gt; and hope to do it again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; today. My normal doctor wasn't working but I did get to see another one. Emerson is still high up there and hasn't dropped, but I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a 1. It's not much but there's some progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emerson is also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measuring&lt;/span&gt; a little ahead of schedule (ha, maybe another 10 pound baby is possible). We'll see what next week's appointment tells us. Of course, snow is in the forecast again, so we'll see if I even have an appointment.&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/8566791449683108286-1020852560183747589?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1020852560183747589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1020852560183747589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1020852560183747589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1020852560183747589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-playdate.html' title='Snow Playdate'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUshpLnyMoI/AAAAAAAADw8/CGSQxPuEDw0/s72-c/cilla%2Bplay%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8247393828620865568</id><published>2011-02-02T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:38:41.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUl5MZPYdJI/AAAAAAAADwU/WTYrNwx3h0s/s1600/forecast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569115668061123730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUl5MZPYdJI/AAAAAAAADwU/WTYrNwx3h0s/s400/forecast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fine with a couple snow days and I'm even getting used to my weekly doctors appointments being canceled because of this winter weather, but REALLY!? Please look at the forecast as of this morning. Flurries, that's fine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we can bundle up and still get around town (if they clear the roads) but SNOW...come on people. I'm having a baby in a couple weeks and I've got things to do  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUl5MDNAGlI/AAAAAAAADwM/HuLagZlEVpY/s1600/nap%2Bmat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569115662145559122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUl5MDNAGlI/AAAAAAAADwM/HuLagZlEVpY/s400/nap%2Bmat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the mean time we busted out Stella's new nap mat from Aunt Becky today and we're enjoying another day stuck inside with movies and yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I think Stella is growing because she is an eating machine...I just hope we have enough food to tie her over until we can bust out of here again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm hoping to get into my doctor by Friday...I'd like to know if there's any progress. Afterall, it is February and I'm due THIS month!&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/8566791449683108286-8247393828620865568?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8247393828620865568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8247393828620865568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8247393828620865568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8247393828620865568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/what.html' title='What?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUl5MZPYdJI/AAAAAAAADwU/WTYrNwx3h0s/s72-c/forecast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6040032291023107681</id><published>2011-01-31T11:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:26:54.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine on My Shoulders Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9yfcTBI/AAAAAAAADwA/FFZ4Cq3ZXMY/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568400734583278610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9yfcTBI/AAAAAAAADwA/FFZ4Cq3ZXMY/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I figured I better post these pictures now since the snow storm of the year is expected TONIGHT. This past Friday and Saturday were beautiful...especially Saturday so we had some fun. Stella was super excited to play on her swing set again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9p8bOPI/AAAAAAAADv4/gCUPY9Z7sk4/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568400732288923890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9p8bOPI/AAAAAAAADv4/gCUPY9Z7sk4/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9HF7G9I/AAAAAAAADvw/B8hg_2IklUc/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568400722933521362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9HF7G9I/AAAAAAAADvw/B8hg_2IklUc/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she had to drive around the backyard to make sure everything was still in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu8qZ1JUI/AAAAAAAADvo/KJMIcVNGny4/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568400715232388418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu8qZ1JUI/AAAAAAAADvo/KJMIcVNGny4/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; there for a good chunk of time and let me tell you...this girl just loved to run, run run. I think she looks so big here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt9cyvnxI/AAAAAAAADvg/_lvlRD-aoDs/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399629247029010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt9cyvnxI/AAAAAAAADvg/_lvlRD-aoDs/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving her swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8xw8gFI/AAAAAAAADvY/mMu36RnRTfA/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399617696759890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8xw8gFI/AAAAAAAADvY/mMu36RnRTfA/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; was even warmer (70s), so we loaded up after nap and headed to a local park. Stella was stoked daddy could come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8d83FrI/AAAAAAAADvQ/vcqW5wNJDck/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399612378027698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8d83FrI/AAAAAAAADvQ/vcqW5wNJDck/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thang&lt;/span&gt; refuses to put clips in her hair, so she was fighting the wind with all her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wispies&lt;/span&gt;...remember this was after nap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8NNyB5I/AAAAAAAADvI/FMBo7H1KGBo/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399607885596562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt8NNyB5I/AAAAAAAADvI/FMBo7H1KGBo/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Told&lt;/span&gt; you it was windy. But it felt so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt7uAWpFI/AAAAAAAADvA/zfGQlTmz4-M/s1600/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399599507776594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbt7uAWpFI/AAAAAAAADvA/zfGQlTmz4-M/s400/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking her turn on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;The park was beyond packed...I think everyone was ready to see a taste of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a little tease of warmer weather we are now expecting ice tonight and several inches of snow tomorrow. There is the slightest chance it could miss us..and lets face it I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; mind it skipping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NWA&lt;/span&gt;. I have a doctors appointment and don't want to reschedule :) but I doubt I'll get my wish.&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/8566791449683108286-6040032291023107681?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6040032291023107681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6040032291023107681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6040032291023107681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6040032291023107681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunshine-on-my-shoulders-makes-me-happy.html' title='Sunshine on My Shoulders Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUbu9yfcTBI/AAAAAAAADwA/FFZ4Cq3ZXMY/s72-c/shower%2Band%2Bnice%2Bweather%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1884410205002014804</id><published>2011-01-27T12:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:25:00.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2sjLdX5I/AAAAAAAADu4/81WS9aAjBi4/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566931490880446354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2sjLdX5I/AAAAAAAADu4/81WS9aAjBi4/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This a combination post because I've been bad at taking pictures. Look at how lucky this girl is. A fine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; meal with two studs. We decided to go to Little Rock for New Years and play with our friends so that meant Stella got to hang out with Deacon and Reed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2sG6aCJI/AAAAAAAADuw/qAPyxyVLpSk/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566931483292731538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2sG6aCJI/AAAAAAAADuw/qAPyxyVLpSk/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you're the only girl...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; always follows  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2r3pIuEI/AAAAAAAADuo/7vP3GdLZRT0/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566931479193761858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2r3pIuEI/AAAAAAAADuo/7vP3GdLZRT0/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deacon is super impressive with the phone so he was showing Stella how to use her daddy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1uSF9daI/AAAAAAAADug/3Oy73uNFn20/s1600/cilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566930421142091170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1uSF9daI/AAAAAAAADug/3Oy73uNFn20/s400/cilla.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the Hogs went to the Sugar Bowl this year (we wont talk about the outcome) and since a lot of the daddy's were out of town for the fun a couple of us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommys&lt;/span&gt; got together for dinner and as you can see cupcakes. I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the dogs are fully attentive should a crumb be dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1uJFm11I/AAAAAAAADuY/FTc6j_o9ZKc/s1600/brayden%2Bgroup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566930418724689746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1uJFm11I/AAAAAAAADuY/FTc6j_o9ZKc/s400/brayden%2Bgroup.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently, Stella's friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; turned two and we all had a blast at the Yo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; theme party at The Little Gym. This was our attempt at the group photo. The birthday boy is the cutie on the top step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1toXI-bI/AAAAAAAADuQ/-7BwC2xn4Yc/s1600/brayden%2Bhang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566930409939859890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG1toXI-bI/AAAAAAAADuQ/-7BwC2xn4Yc/s400/brayden%2Bhang.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella had a blast and was running around like a crazy girl the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so thankful for all the little friends in Stella's life. She is one blessed girl and I'm thankful to have so many mommy friends!&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/8566791449683108286-1884410205002014804?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1884410205002014804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1884410205002014804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1884410205002014804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1884410205002014804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun with Friends'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TUG2sjLdX5I/AAAAAAAADu4/81WS9aAjBi4/s72-c/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-3675029656130332449</id><published>2011-01-24T16:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:48:51.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showering Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fq-okI6I/AAAAAAAADuI/CxTZXm2a2Zg/s1600/shower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566132118937150370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fq-okI6I/AAAAAAAADuI/CxTZXm2a2Zg/s400/shower1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I just say I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for! This weekend they spoiled me in honor of Emerson. I LOVED this table. People were able to write me messages/advice. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fqt_3gmI/AAAAAAAADuA/dPDfslluDAY/s1600/shower%2Bhost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566132114471486050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fqt_3gmI/AAAAAAAADuA/dPDfslluDAY/s400/shower%2Bhost.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hostesses&lt;/span&gt; that went ABOVE and BEYOND! Thank you Rebekah, Sarah, Sara and Lisa. You really outdid yourself and I'm so humbled. PS...THANK YOU Jenna for getting all these pictures. I had my camera, but i  was busy stuffing my face and chatting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fqCQC2XI/AAAAAAAADt4/PoRirxE4tG4/s1600/shower2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566132102728178034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fqCQC2XI/AAAAAAAADt4/PoRirxE4tG4/s400/shower2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These cookies were amazing. Can't go wrong with Chucks Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fp83QxhI/AAAAAAAADtw/fM1EIcRKzv8/s1600/shower4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566132101282055698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fp83QxhI/AAAAAAAADtw/fM1EIcRKzv8/s400/shower4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome spread. They had fruit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kabobs&lt;/span&gt;, muffins, cookies, and sausage wraps...not to mention to yummy drinks, orange juice spritzers and cappuccino punch...oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dzEDKVzI/AAAAAAAADto/d9ty4MWJhPo/s1600/shower%2Bmuffin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566130058806581042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dzEDKVzI/AAAAAAAADto/d9ty4MWJhPo/s400/shower%2Bmuffin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dy0nl--I/AAAAAAAADtg/t__5Yzjn6AM/s1600/shower%2Bjammies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566130054664420322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dy0nl--I/AAAAAAAADtg/t__5Yzjn6AM/s400/shower%2Bjammies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; are so small! i don't remember Stella being so small. Also, please notice the cute sign behind me. It said her name, Emerson. I just love seeing it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dycg7Q-I/AAAAAAAADtY/BuZ4TzAJAYA/s1600/shower%2Bmonogram.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566130048194003938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7dycg7Q-I/AAAAAAAADtY/BuZ4TzAJAYA/s400/shower%2Bmonogram.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, I love seeing that sweet name. I can't wait to meet Miss Emerson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7ciiMgkeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/RHTBDbq7m8A/s1600/shower%2Bpresents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566128675329446370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7ciiMgkeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/RHTBDbq7m8A/s400/shower%2Bpresents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And can you say spoiled!?! I am really overwhelmed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I had planned on working on Emerson's nursery this weekend and posting the pictures, but instead I ended up in the hospital. All is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; now, but I guess I got dehydrated and needed a couple IVs to help calm down Emerson who wasn't a fan of my condition. All in all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; now, but it's put everything into perspective. Now, I'm slowing down some and taking it easy before Emerson's birthday! We are thankful God has kept his hand on our little one this whole time and can't wait to meet our little blessing.&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/8566791449683108286-3675029656130332449?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3675029656130332449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=3675029656130332449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3675029656130332449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/3675029656130332449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/showering-emerson.html' title='Showering Emerson'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TT7fq-okI6I/AAAAAAAADuI/CxTZXm2a2Zg/s72-c/shower1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-7981103652874298582</id><published>2011-01-20T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:11:52.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUU-SNYrI/AAAAAAAADtI/5_tTevrEQ5c/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564360427653915314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUU-SNYrI/AAAAAAAADtI/5_tTevrEQ5c/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a few inches of SNOW today and Stella was super excited to see it when she woke up. I wasn't sure if it was even worth bundling her up and heading out considering she didn't know what to think when we were in &lt;a href="http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/montana-part-1.html"&gt;Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUUfvJh6I/AAAAAAAADtA/omjB2vWnjos/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564360419453798306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUUfvJh6I/AAAAAAAADtA/omjB2vWnjos/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she LOVED it. I'm assuming because it was warmer than 0 outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUUDYex2I/AAAAAAAADs4/wksVcW3YOHI/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564360411842529122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUUDYex2I/AAAAAAAADs4/wksVcW3YOHI/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella and I played for awhile, but since I have a cold and cant get up and down as easily...we didn't stay out forever...BUT then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTjYlc_PI/AAAAAAAADsw/Ps7hBfXChRA/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564359575720492274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTjYlc_PI/AAAAAAAADsw/Ps7hBfXChRA/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy came home with this and someone was super excited. So we pushed nap back and they played outside FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTjLlkftI/AAAAAAAADso/hT8qxVd4ZaQ/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564359572231323346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTjLlkftI/AAAAAAAADso/hT8qxVd4ZaQ/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Directing daddy where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTitqdUPI/AAAAAAAADsg/gJU7YsP8JS4/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564359564198760690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTitqdUPI/AAAAAAAADsg/gJU7YsP8JS4/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a permanent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTiWa0JQI/AAAAAAAADsY/kkfLFjEK7LQ/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564359557959132418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiTiWa0JQI/AAAAAAAADsY/kkfLFjEK7LQ/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom would've kept &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; but someone wanted a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiThqkvJLI/AAAAAAAADsQ/DqpaPSLWzk4/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564359546189587634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiThqkvJLI/AAAAAAAADsQ/DqpaPSLWzk4/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with daddy when she spotted the neighbors snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSTtPgv4I/AAAAAAAADsI/eyjIqZ1sBoA/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358206876073858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSTtPgv4I/AAAAAAAADsI/eyjIqZ1sBoA/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to see Frosty. I headed back inside thinking they would be behind me soon, but they never came, never came...and this is what I found when curiosity struck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSTbgaV-I/AAAAAAAADsA/2FcIoM-gS6o/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358202115119074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSTbgaV-I/AAAAAAAADsA/2FcIoM-gS6o/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stella and daddy eating the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSSr5BPnI/AAAAAAAADr4/BKAMrCbQAw0/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358189333429874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSSr5BPnI/AAAAAAAADr4/BKAMrCbQAw0/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that she's sticking her tongue out too here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSSKhHHlI/AAAAAAAADrw/f8bUpWVsFhU/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358180374781522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSSKhHHlI/AAAAAAAADrw/f8bUpWVsFhU/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; just plopped down and enjoyed a little snack and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;burying&lt;/span&gt; herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSRs4Tn6I/AAAAAAAADro/UoFSs9cLnzU/s1600/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358172419006370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiSRs4Tn6I/AAAAAAAADro/UoFSs9cLnzU/s400/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B061.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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a fun day. The sun is out now, so I'm hoping it clears the road for tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to have my check up on Emerson today but the clinic closed, so I'm praying they're open tomorrow. It's already time to start "checking" me, so I'm anxious to know if I've progressed at all. PLUS I know of a very eager Gaga and Papa in Oregon that would like to book their plane &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tickets&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you've enjoyed your snow day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-7981103652874298582?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7981103652874298582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=7981103652874298582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7981103652874298582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/7981103652874298582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day-2011.html' title='Snow Day 2011'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TTiUU-SNYrI/AAAAAAAADtI/5_tTevrEQ5c/s72-c/new%2Byears%2B%2526%2BSnow%2B2011%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-357559136004942176</id><published>2011-01-13T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:19:41.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught up</title><content type='html'>I finally posted all of my Thanksgiving pictures. For the family waiting to see...there are several posts under November now and one in December.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll get back on the blog bandwagon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-357559136004942176?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/357559136004942176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=357559136004942176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/357559136004942176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/357559136004942176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/caught-up.html' title='Caught up'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6584346599794330876</id><published>2010-12-30T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:57:13.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet as Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRzixCMPKCI/AAAAAAAADlA/vWnlVg44Z8E/s1600/cookies%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556565372298012706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRzixCMPKCI/AAAAAAAADlA/vWnlVg44Z8E/s400/cookies%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's FINALLY cookie decorating time. I know most people do this BEFORE Christmas, but Stella wasn't feeling too hot, so we postponed it. And it was super fun. The girls got into it and it held their attention for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziYvXfDUI/AAAAAAAADk4/Uqp194so6vc/s1600/cookies%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556564954928057666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziYvXfDUI/AAAAAAAADk4/Uqp194so6vc/s400/cookies%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to figure out the frosting thing. She got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXqacfYI/AAAAAAAADkw/iYFGNdphzns/s1600/cookies%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556564936418426242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXqacfYI/AAAAAAAADkw/iYFGNdphzns/s400/cookies%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amelia putting on the final touches to her first cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXYab89I/AAAAAAAADko/IkHd3AXKiHs/s1600/cookies%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556564931586552786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXYab89I/AAAAAAAADko/IkHd3AXKiHs/s400/cookies%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sprinkles were a hit. I think more ended up on the floor then the cookies, but that's why it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXAxSFwI/AAAAAAAADkg/FLB5EAwX7dY/s1600/cookies%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556564925239924482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziXAxSFwI/AAAAAAAADkg/FLB5EAwX7dY/s400/cookies%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, there was a lot of tasting during the decorating. Cilla wasn't sure about this marshmallow. But if you look at her cookies, she was the queen of sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziWt-TRHI/AAAAAAAADkY/Xly-grZo-MQ/s1600/cookies%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556564920194253938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRziWt-TRHI/AAAAAAAADkY/Xly-grZo-MQ/s400/cookies%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at the end of the morning...each girl had a plate of cookies to brag about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking for a good sugar cookie recipe I posted my friend's &lt;a href="http://nwahomepage.com/blog-fulltext/?nxd_id=207676"&gt;recipe here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566791449683108286-6584346599794330876?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6584346599794330876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=6584346599794330876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6584346599794330876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/6584346599794330876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-as-sugar.html' title='Sweet as Sugar'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRzixCMPKCI/AAAAAAAADlA/vWnlVg44Z8E/s72-c/cookies%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-4473935689859721223</id><published>2010-12-28T11:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:24:04.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 Year Olds Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopP0aAybI/AAAAAAAADkQ/jbo6fOtKT-4/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798442057451954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopP0aAybI/AAAAAAAADkQ/jbo6fOtKT-4/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a ROYAL Christmas at our house this year. Since the grandparents seemed to get everything else for her...we &amp;amp; Santa went with the Princess theme. This is what she woke up to at our house. (remember we already took down the tree per allergies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPodWu5I/AAAAAAAADkI/3kRwLPifeJY/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798438850247570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPodWu5I/AAAAAAAADkI/3kRwLPifeJY/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course she LOVED the ball the most and kept telling us who was on her princess ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPTWGU6I/AAAAAAAADkA/xFkPiqjeO4U/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798433182667682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPTWGU6I/AAAAAAAADkA/xFkPiqjeO4U/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out Ariel..she also got Sleeping Beauty...she's getting quite the collection now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPIIo4FI/AAAAAAAADj4/I6CMmC_cA6A/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798430173421650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopPIIo4FI/AAAAAAAADj4/I6CMmC_cA6A/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first she was confused that there was stuff IN the princess bag. I think she would've been just fine with the bag,ha. Checking out her Belle crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopOpTJq7I/AAAAAAAADjw/aWOh9MmDHDA/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798421896014770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopOpTJq7I/AAAAAAAADjw/aWOh9MmDHDA/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her new camera that she rarely puts down. Notice her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt; dress. She also got a Cinderella necklace and earrings, princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;...you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon6aN4YkI/AAAAAAAADjo/FftW1rTA4hg/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796974738367042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon6aN4YkI/AAAAAAAADjo/FftW1rTA4hg/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stopping to read about Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon6O6LRpI/AAAAAAAADjg/r_Q5bQzL4Ag/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796971702929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon6O6LRpI/AAAAAAAADjg/r_Q5bQzL4Ag/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We joked that if everything had been wrapped we'd been there all day....one piece of paper at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5gKl0tI/AAAAAAAADjY/T2SXOEeElHo/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796959155311314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5gKl0tI/AAAAAAAADjY/T2SXOEeElHo/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a morning at home we ventured over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and Papas where the BIG present was. Here she is checking out all her food items...but where should she put those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5S6MYLI/AAAAAAAADjQ/A2oBQK-BrKQ/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796955596873906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5S6MYLI/AAAAAAAADjQ/A2oBQK-BrKQ/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How about her new KITCHEN! She was a little slow to approach at first but I think it's because we were all excited for her to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5BBUIvI/AAAAAAAADjI/Vqwd3tp5AH0/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555796950794904306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRon5BBUIvI/AAAAAAAADjI/Vqwd3tp5AH0/s400/christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the organizing begin.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this Christmas was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinken&lt;/span&gt; fun because Stella is at such a fun age. But I was a bit overwhelmed with all my presents, her presents, and Emerson's presents that I didn't get any pictures. We didn't even get a family picture...so sad! But it was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've included a little video of Stella playing with her kitchen once we got it home. She was cleaning and singing at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-976feebfb9e6f860" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976feebfb9e6f860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329859335%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BAEE9F815776952A45593A7F840CE9E0FB79A4.4B7672897F7FB801ECF120A390A6A7CF0C7A645A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976feebfb9e6f860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbALR5jj32Mcgst-YUyXg3gu-pYc&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976feebfb9e6f860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329859335%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BAEE9F815776952A45593A7F840CE9E0FB79A4.4B7672897F7FB801ECF120A390A6A7CF0C7A645A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976feebfb9e6f860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbALR5jj32Mcgst-YUyXg3gu-pYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/8566791449683108286-4473935689859721223?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4473935689859721223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=4473935689859721223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4473935689859721223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/4473935689859721223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-year-olds-christmas.html' title='A 2 Year Olds Christmas'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRopP0aAybI/AAAAAAAADkQ/jbo6fOtKT-4/s72-c/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-1292540910027987820</id><published>2010-12-24T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:34:16.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj5LXFj_I/AAAAAAAADjA/hC6zpNrJSc0/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455549384691698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj5LXFj_I/AAAAAAAADjA/hC6zpNrJSc0/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yazwinski&lt;/span&gt; family tradition to to Christmas eve candlelight service at Tom's parents church then eat ourselves silly at Shogun. Here Stella is with her chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj489trUI/AAAAAAAADi4/UtSiU1LrPYY/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455545520172354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj489trUI/AAAAAAAADi4/UtSiU1LrPYY/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Julian and Aunt Lori talking with Papa before we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj4i2s-ZI/AAAAAAAADiw/pKw-Qwp0CRY/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554455538511444370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj4i2s-ZI/AAAAAAAADiw/pKw-Qwp0CRY/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually caught a picture with my sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVipuCrSFI/AAAAAAAADio/MlSYxdzYJHI/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554454184304789586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVipuCrSFI/AAAAAAAADio/MlSYxdzYJHI/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was daddy's turn. I noticed both Tom and I look pretty tired in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVipf581XI/AAAAAAAADig/fX99UO0jC58/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554454180510094706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVipf581XI/AAAAAAAADig/fX99UO0jC58/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at mommy to make sure it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; there's a fire! She wasn't scared at all and kept watching the other tables for fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVioh2dI7I/AAAAAAAADiY/4YflmnPJnyc/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554454163852436402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVioh2dI7I/AAAAAAAADiY/4YflmnPJnyc/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a couple birthday celebrations while we were there, so Stella enjoyed dancing and clapping to the techno music to help them celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRViolcqeiI/AAAAAAAADiQ/xhg5m8Lgocg/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554454164818000418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRViolcqeiI/AAAAAAAADiQ/xhg5m8Lgocg/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got home she was ready to pose for the camera. Of course this was after we lost the cute bow holding back her hair and opted for the high pony tail to keep the hair out of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRViobxglfI/AAAAAAAADiI/l2EYHAY0tj0/s1600/christmas%2Beve%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554454162221078002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRViobxglfI/AAAAAAAADiI/l2EYHAY0tj0/s400/christmas%2Beve%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't write about tonight without mentioning the funniest event at church. Tom's parents church does a very nice candlelight service with lots of singing, etc, BUT during th&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; only "really" quiet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; during the service...PRAYER...Stella lets out the loudest and longest FART. No, it wasn't a toot like I wrote on twitter it was a full on LOUD (adult sounding) FART. The row in front of us even turned to look in disgust until the realized it was a cute toddler. I could NOT stop laughing...my entire body was shaking and I had tear rolling down my face. Tom hid his face in the pew to keep from losing it. THEN to make matters even worse Stella announces, " I pooping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when others started losing it too. Oh it was such a great moment that I had to document it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to give Tom props because after the said prayer he and Stella went to change her diaper, only I remembered the diapers BUT forgot the wipes, so he had to make the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; to the car...you get the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lovely night and overall Stella did great in the service. I'm sorry if we offended anyone around us, but she couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I know I still have Thanksgiving to post, but i had these pictures loaded so I jumped ahead.&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/8566791449683108286-1292540910027987820?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1292540910027987820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=1292540910027987820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1292540910027987820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/1292540910027987820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-fun.html' title='Christmas Eve Fun'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TRVj5LXFj_I/AAAAAAAADjA/hC6zpNrJSc0/s72-c/christmas%2Beve%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-8172450286374462203</id><published>2010-12-15T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:30:49.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Been Super Busy this Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF3DqynEI/AAAAAAAADh8/9pgVzv053Yc/s1600/xmas%2Bdress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551115196634930242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF3DqynEI/AAAAAAAADh8/9pgVzv053Yc/s400/xmas%2Bdress.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week has been a busy one for Miss Stella. She started by performing in "big" church Sunday. For some reason the camera I took pictures on wont load, so this is her before the big show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2mcjFfI/AAAAAAAADh0/JYH2Q5s-CCY/s1600/jump%2Bslide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551115188790564338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2mcjFfI/AAAAAAAADh0/JYH2Q5s-CCY/s400/jump%2Bslide.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Monday was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; day at school and look at what fun they had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2S9kZYI/AAAAAAAADhs/eL05_Pa8dfE/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551115183560353154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2S9kZYI/AAAAAAAADhs/eL05_Pa8dfE/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday was my Bible study brunch, but the kids sang three songs for their mommies and it was super cute. Stella INSISTED on wearing her snowman dress/shirt that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2KJIQII/AAAAAAAADhk/53pNyp4oA_Y/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551115181192921218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF2KJIQII/AAAAAAAADhk/53pNyp4oA_Y/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far she just looks at the presents under our tree...but she is very tempted by this little present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEzLDQ0dI/AAAAAAAADhc/8_stwe4VT5g/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114030385517010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEzLDQ0dI/AAAAAAAADhc/8_stwe4VT5g/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just posing before Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEy-hJ6gI/AAAAAAAADhU/SIIEYPiBLUU/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114027021232642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEy-hJ6gI/AAAAAAAADhU/SIIEYPiBLUU/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YUMMO&lt;/span&gt;! Then today was the Christmas party at her school and just look at the joy in that cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEyu3wwjI/AAAAAAAADhM/4XlJBThTzRo/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114022821085746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEyu3wwjI/AAAAAAAADhM/4XlJBThTzRo/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom and I were able to make it in time for the party and it was so cute to see her eating lunch with her classmates. We're so blessed that she has such a great "school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEyc0prPI/AAAAAAAADhE/pgXmuwPSUHA/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114017976200434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEyc0prPI/AAAAAAAADhE/pgXmuwPSUHA/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the "party" the ALL the kids met to do a sing-a-long and then see SANTA! I love that Stella and Taylor are checking out what's up front as they make their way to their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEx9b-47I/AAAAAAAADg8/vUSpFiHdoiI/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114009551233970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmEx9b-47I/AAAAAAAADg8/vUSpFiHdoiI/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempting to get a class picture with a bunch of 2 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;...maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Stella has been super busy. I know I've posted that she loves to sing Twinkle Twinkle, but she's also learned Away In a Manger...and it's super cute with hand motions. Maybe I'll luck out and get it on video, but I'm not holding my breath.&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/8566791449683108286-8172450286374462203?l=yazfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8172450286374462203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8566791449683108286&amp;postID=8172450286374462203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8172450286374462203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566791449683108286/posts/default/8172450286374462203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yazfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/someones-been-super-busy-this-week.html' title='Someone&apos;s Been Super Busy this Week'/><author><name>Sydney, Tom, &amp;amp; Stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350970464811598906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmF3DqynEI/AAAAAAAADh8/9pgVzv053Yc/s72-c/xmas%2Bdress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566791449683108286.post-6438533742585295561</id><published>2010-12-15T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:08:01.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Brunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBhJdmrnI/AAAAAAAADg0/9zeEWAt5mS4/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551110422186602098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBhJdmrnI/AAAAAAAADg0/9zeEWAt5mS4/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the past few months I've had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of being in an awesome Bible study at our church. We've been digging deep in Beth Moore's "Breaking Free." It's be a great study, but this week we took a break and enjoyed an awesome time of fellowship and of course, food  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgiHtMbI/AAAAAAAADgs/wXZsIq0mOSE/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551110411625771442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgiHtMbI/AAAAAAAADgs/wXZsIq0mOSE/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the kids were involved and sang the "mommies" 3 Christmas songs as entertainment during our brunch. It was super cute, but I didn't get any good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgRINhOI/AAAAAAAADgk/UqC6yjptrYA/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551110407064487138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgRINhOI/AAAAAAAADgk/UqC6yjptrYA/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the centerpieces. Our women's ministry director, KC, is extremely talented! Each table was a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgBCnoGI/AAAAAAAADgc/YHRzp3bMT5A/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551110402746064994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBgBCnoGI/AAAAAAAADgc/YHRzp3bMT5A/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some chat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBf6Boe2I/AAAAAAAADgU/-9E7y34P14E/s1600/christmas%2Bfun%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551110400862878562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gARynYesme0/TQmBf6Boe2I/AAAAAAAADgU/-9E7y34P14E/s400/christmas%2Bfun%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was great and we all stuffed our faces. &lt;span id="SPELL
