<?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-4672689358102210831</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:00:06.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murtie Memoirs</title><subtitle type='html'>"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2707275074834009671</id><published>2012-01-25T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:00:06.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Tim and Ashley</title><content type='html'>My brother and his girlfriend were here visiting us this past weekend. We were a pit stop in their Caribbean cruise vacation. They spent one night with us last week in route to their cruise then 4 days with us this week in route back to reality (aka: Jersey). :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to treat them to a Bulgogi dinner, Jack's favorite. We wore them out at Blazer's then went on a Bourbon tour. We even cashed in on the Christmas gift they gave us, a night out at Louisville Improv to see Pauly Shore while they babysat. Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome time with them! Ty made Ashley read his favorite book only 274 times per day. Jack made sure Uncle Tim would get a good night's sleep after playing on the trampoline. Bodie showed off his mad crawling skills and taught them what being "hangry" looks and sounds like. &lt;br /&gt;We all had so much fun with them, we can't wait to see them again! If they weren't scarred by anything. Hahahah!!!We miss you guys already!!! Thanks for the great times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688364306776130" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mMOIUwA8WHM/TyB3W8Z7wEI/AAAAAAAADYA/w3VoYmjZJLg/s288/1.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weasin' with Pauly Shore and Sandy, the comedienne that opened for him, not Tom. Tom prefers to be behind the camera. :-)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688375699869938" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9k_ONmWPBNA/TyB3Xm2QkPI/AAAAAAAADYI/capgBidiAZs/s288/2.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how Ty got up all the ladders in the back of the bouncy slides. Ashely even carried him a few times!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688386846198754" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Zs6CXioEZNc/TyB3YQXwC-I/AAAAAAAADYQ/qZ-7nl9RnIc/s288/3.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big excitement on the Dino ride.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688401241944930" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DYzj7dloDW8/TyB3ZF_9s2I/AAAAAAAADYY/_6bRPIgEt2w/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and Ashley playing the deer hunting game...it was an unfair match since she hunts! :-) Hahaha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688420164875810" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3Hv_ZbPVKNA/TyB3aMfitiI/AAAAAAAADYg/EG6lw5wtcjQ/s288/5.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing a Slurpee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688428438948258" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H2SEMSXQKyc/TyB3arUPCaI/AAAAAAAADYo/YYYhzalGt6g/s288/6.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and Uncle Tim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688437331362258" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M4oPMWrrVRk/TyB3bMcWgdI/AAAAAAAADYw/LOTAW90Sqqs/s288/7.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coolest part about Blazer's is that the adults can go down the slides too. This is Ashley in action. :-) I totally turfed it on one of the ladders and showed my lame age! hahaha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688450649795602" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zGquYzDDdeA/TyB3b-DtrBI/AAAAAAAADY4/LyJFHCJBVL0/s288/16.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty hit the ticket jackpot on one of the arcade games! He's a pro! :-)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688464494692178" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-myrX-rZxyzQ/TyB3cxomB1I/AAAAAAAADZA/rsR97nQeR4k/s288/8.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had Bodie in the carrier at the Woodford Reserve Bourbon tour, but it was so windy, I had to tuck him in. I had pregnancy flashbacks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688479421041282" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O0bAv9V3r_g/TyB3dpPUCoI/AAAAAAAADZI/rclPzki8xkg/s288/9.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Tim and Ty waiting for the distillery tour to start.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688486411036738" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-195bSbPK8xI/TyB3eDR26EI/AAAAAAAADZQ/zBHbiz0Q_Cg/s288/10.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My entourage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688500876660786" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l_MiyVD0BeU/TyB3e5Ku0DI/AAAAAAAADZY/P4IsW8pW4ww/s288/11.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lazy boys taking advantage of a free ride.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688515381519970" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oh9fTMbW8G4/TyB3fvM9ZmI/AAAAAAAADZg/UfIrDL8OWN8/s288/12.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty's turn on Uncle Tim's shoulders.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688530482469922" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZCZEy70nkgQ/TyB3gndTnCI/AAAAAAAADZo/0iKXQ96sTf4/s288/13.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the tour we grabbed lunch and Ty took over Ashley's drink. He ate her lemon then preceded to "dunk" it in her water. She was very tolerable and far kinder than we would have been if he went to stick his grubby hand in one of our drinks. :-) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688544157757634" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BeekFYHyj9g/TyB3haZv8MI/AAAAAAAADZw/7Sjg7IX1P-s/s288/14.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cozy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5701688554460444002" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-e3DYlLYEWdM/TyB3iAyGdWI/AAAAAAAADZ4/t6puMSRzDuY/s288/15.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of Bo being my little, tiny, cuddly, baby is rapidly approaching. This is his new favorite adventure; pulling himself up on everything and anything! He's also been caught climbing right over our dogs. I wish I could FREEZE time!!! :-(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2707275074834009671?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2707275074834009671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2707275074834009671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2707275074834009671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2707275074834009671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2012/01/uncle-tim-and-ashley.html' title='Uncle Tim and Ashley'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mMOIUwA8WHM/TyB3W8Z7wEI/AAAAAAAADYA/w3VoYmjZJLg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5286696980720683330</id><published>2012-01-19T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:58:42.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helper</title><content type='html'>There's no way Ty will ignore the fact that there's a tool of some kind being used. He's in the stage where you can't do anything without him helping or you'll hear, "me do it"!!!! 100 times over. &lt;br /&gt;   The other day we got a new gym bench and while Tom was putting it together, Ty was right there helping. He really gets into his work! He likes to become one with the project. :-)&lt;br /&gt;(and yes those are handcuffs, Jack's been "arresting" us and his animals so we thought we'd help him out and get him actual, toy, handcuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5699557925330474450'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TidyeaaoAmI/TxjlvEwV1dI/AAAAAAAADXo/9fdtuQBPFbI/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5699557936948352066'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rFTDnl1F53c/TxjlvwCQlEI/AAAAAAAADXw/tWXDo1Q03dA/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5699557945879911602'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XlITd5_TmuY/TxjlwRTtXLI/AAAAAAAADX4/V5W2zsdofOM/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5286696980720683330?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5286696980720683330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5286696980720683330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5286696980720683330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5286696980720683330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-no-way-ty-will-ignore-fact-that.html' title='Helper'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TidyeaaoAmI/TxjlvEwV1dI/AAAAAAAADXo/9fdtuQBPFbI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4845131332015848758</id><published>2012-01-19T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:26:57.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories to Tell</title><content type='html'>Bodie is mastering the art of babble. The noises/words this kid comes up with crack us up. He loves telling stories to anyone who will listen and give him a laugh. His brothers are a great audience! 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The group lessons filled up quickly so we had to take private lessons which, I think, were a better choice anyway. He had his first lesson last week and did great! His instructor is really nice and makes the class a lot of fun. Last week he went under 3 times, which was huge since he did it willingly! :-) There's a little slide in the shallow end which he went down twice last week with going under. This week he was a little hesitant. 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Our temperature was 18 but we had a wind chill of 0. We got a dusting of snow as well. &lt;br /&gt;Last week it felt like April here. Our temps were in the mid 50s. It was nice to have the kids play outside and not come in frozen, like a Popsicle in January. But it was a little eerie! We did, however, make the most of the sunny warm days. We headed to a new playground on post which is conveniently adjacent to a Starbucks! Well done Ft. 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He's a crawler now and I'm realizing how much I need to re-baby proof in the house. He's everywhere and gets there quickly! 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He is one determined little man! He'll squirm and scoot for any type of matchbox. He's a little partial to the helicopter. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQwkb48xinE" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQwkb48xinE" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQwkb48xinE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/HQwkb48xinE/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7605574570482443482?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7605574570482443482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7605574570482443482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7605574570482443482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7605574570482443482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/12/scoot.html' title='The scoot'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7235312216400352653</id><published>2011-12-09T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:47:37.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer crash and the Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged. I've been anti-computer. Mainly because I'm pretty sure electronics HATE me. While I was on the computer last week, doing some very serious work on Pinterest, the computer went bazerk! Apparently we got a virus, which the anti-virus picked up but not before the hard drive got wiped out. :-( So after many hours of labor, Tom got the computer back in working order, almost like brand new....with nothing saved on it. So now that we're becoming friends again, I'll get back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone believe that Christmas is 2 weeks away?? Ummm....wasn't it just August?  I'm not one that usually gets stressed around the holidays. I usually eat every bit of the holidays up annoying everyone around me. However, this year, it snuck up on me and I'm feeling a little stressed. There's nothing worse than heading to bed, so tired and ready to sleep to only have your head hit the pillow and your mind run crazy with those to-do lists. Even though there's a ton of things going on and things yet to do, we have gotten a few things done.....&lt;br /&gt;We decorated the inside and outside of the house. Our good, old, fake tree is up and looking as good as it can. :-) The boys loved decorating. You can tell they helped since most of the ornaments are on the same branches towards the bottom. It was a good look, so we kept it! :-) We made bouncy balls, which turned out more like flubber, but anything that makes a mess is a big hit in this house. We had Tom's brother Bruce visit for a few days. We got to hang out with him and take him on the Maker's Mark bourbon tour and through the Louisville Slugger museum. We've also had Spider Man, Peter Parker and the naked cowboy (ya know, the NYC, Times Square guy) make guest appearances here in the Murtie house. Jack's imagination is running wild and I love it! When he wears the Spider Man mask, we have to address him as Spider Man, when the mask is off, he reminds us that he's Peter Parker. Then to explain the naked cowboy, I have this to say.... For 3 weeks Jack's worn nothing but his skibbies around the house. (we did feel victorious when he wore clothes while Bruce was here, but that ended as soon as we walked in the door from dropping Bruce off at the airport) So one day Jack asked to see my cowboy hat, found a vest from a pirate costume, put on his snow boots and added a stuffed animal snake as his "rope" to finish out his cowboy costume, no other clothing but the skibbies. (I can't post a picture of this, but it was pretty darn creative!) Bodie's taken up the art of raspberries, spitting everywhere, and he's trying to crawl. It's not a graceful attempt, but it's getting there. He hates being held right now and wants nothing more than to be able to roll and wiggle around. Feeding him has become a wrestling match. hahahah! We also upgraded his exersaucer to the one where he gets to walk around the play center. Putting that out today was like Christmas came early. It's funny what entertains the boys. Well, that's a quick summary of some of the things that have been going on here. Now to get a move on and tackle my ever growing list of to-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348454733328274" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ii1QAJnUah8/TuLczXfrr5I/AAAAAAAADV4/axE5fqPpdE0/s400/1.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spider Man prepping for making bouncy balls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348509667099266" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ACiQVWvu-SY/TuLc2kI6goI/AAAAAAAADWY/eK3ezcOPRYw/s400/5.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batter up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684354288608301570" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bOyJ3SC1Qf0/TuLiG8X3UgI/AAAAAAAADXA/eougBnkoyig/s400/1.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside the Slugger museum in front of the giant bat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348518265941826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348526764727778" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6t2CblWyDtA/TuLc3j1TneI/AAAAAAAADWo/BeI3d4cpR5I/s400/7.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right there, on the street, in front of a history museum, there were 2 cannons. Score!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348540857147618" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DpuEx7qv7Xk/TuLc4YVM4OI/AAAAAAAADWw/fw31s8eXZlo/s400/8.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bodie's crawling/mountain climbers/Mogley move&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_LQAmiA690" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_LQAmiA690" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_LQAmiA690"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/b_LQAmiA690/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684348708248842946" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VfVZh2kLdiU/TuLdCH6fcsI/AAAAAAAADW4/LFVLK1lBBwk/s400/9.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best toy revisited&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5684354288608301570" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7235312216400352653?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7235312216400352653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7235312216400352653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7235312216400352653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7235312216400352653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/12/computer-crash-and-latest.html' title='Computer crash and the Latest'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ii1QAJnUah8/TuLczXfrr5I/AAAAAAAADV4/axE5fqPpdE0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8158388588946008554</id><published>2011-11-23T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:16:09.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Volcanoes</title><content type='html'>The internet is an amazing thing! Especially when it's raining outside  and I'm out of kid activity ideas and the boys are sick of play dough!  The other day I saw something I thought would be a huge hit.....mini volcanoes! The  boys had so much fun! I took a cookie sheet, dumped out a box of baking  soda, then gave the boys vinegar with their choice of food coloring and a  medicine dropper, and whhhaaa-laaaa.....mini volcanoes! It entertained  them long enough for me to feed Bodie AND make dinner! And with baking  soda at a whopping $0.60/box, the supplies for this activity will be well stocked from now on! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukkoir8iFOw/Tszu1B5Tp-I/AAAAAAAADUQ/bNaj6Su2rXc/s1600/PB169276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukkoir8iFOw/Tszu1B5Tp-I/AAAAAAAADUQ/bNaj6Su2rXc/s400/PB169276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678175825016629218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZcbPEHCbEE/TszxHH4_LyI/AAAAAAAADVw/Folt4HMD8ww/s1600/PB169305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZcbPEHCbEE/TszxHH4_LyI/AAAAAAAADVw/Folt4HMD8ww/s400/PB169305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678178334886801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie's started making squishy faces! Hahaha! I was laughing too hard to get his first squishy face....I'll have my camera ready next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsdPerQAwIQ/TszsZdYX3xI/AAAAAAAADTg/d9L7BE6mTIs/s1600/PB169319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsdPerQAwIQ/TszsZdYX3xI/AAAAAAAADTg/d9L7BE6mTIs/s400/PB169319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678173152335093522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8158388588946008554?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8158388588946008554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8158388588946008554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8158388588946008554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8158388588946008554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/mini-volcanoes.html' title='Mini Volcanoes'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukkoir8iFOw/Tszu1B5Tp-I/AAAAAAAADUQ/bNaj6Su2rXc/s72-c/PB169276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1634423976731671267</id><published>2011-11-18T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:34:26.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodie Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>Bodie had his 6 month well baby exam this week. He was great at the  appointment as well as his big brothers that got dragged along. :-)  Bodie checks in at 19 lbs. 6 oz. and 29 1/2 inches long. That put him in  the 75th percentile for both height and weight. He's right on track  with all the other stuff too! :-)&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment we made  our way to the dreaded immunization clinic. I loathe this place! This  time wasn't the worst though, we only waited about 30 mins and the nurse  we had was actually really nice. (not the experiences we've had in the  past) After Bodie got his shots, including his flu shot, it was the big  boys' turn. They needed their flu shots too. I was so thrilled to hear  that they do the mist for 2 year olds and older. This was a huge relief  since I had anxiety about it all morning. Jack is fully aware of how  shots feel. When we were talking about possibly having to get a shot I  asked him if he'd be brave like he was the last time he got a shot and he told  me, very matter-a-factly....."NO!!", with a look on his face like, "Mom, you must be smoking something if you think I'm letting them stab me with that dagger of a needle!". Hahahah!  Once he made sure there were no needles involved, Jack went first with the nasal mist  and did great. And since Ty will do anything Jack does, he did great  too! So now everyone's up to date on shots and now we're feeling the  after math. On top of the regular side effects of the shots and nasal  mist, Ty's cutting his 2 year old molars. He's been pretty bad about  eating lately and all day yesterday he was drooling like a bulldog!  Hahahah! He has one molar that finally broke through but I'm sure the  others aren't far behind.&lt;br /&gt;And for Bodie's 6 month highlights......his  favorite thing right now is rolling every where. It's now pointless to  put a blanket down for him to lay on. He's 8 ft away from it in 3  seconds. :-) He's also been fake coughing for a few weeks now. It's so  funny. He'll cough and then wait for your reaction, then once you  notice, he'll cough again and again, and again. He's also starting to  rock the Mmmm sound! Since Tom and I are one for one with the kids  saying Mom and Dad first, I may come out the winner with Bodie! :-) Of  course me trying to get him to say mama all day long is an unfair  advantage, but that's neither here nor there! :-) Bodie's also been  enjoying some fruits and veggies. His favorite veggie seems to be  carrots and for fruit, it's definitely the bananas. Who doesn't love  those baby bananas?? Bodie is such a great baby! He's so happy, loves talking and is amazed when watching his brothers and the dogs. They crack him up! He is so much fun and I can't wait to see what he does next! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqpsUlpK_cg/TsjzJJ6mtcI/AAAAAAAADS8/xQztj-P-p5s/s1600/PB149272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqpsUlpK_cg/TsjzJJ6mtcI/AAAAAAAADS8/xQztj-P-p5s/s400/PB149272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054668906608066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puMWjekPDNY/TsjzYnHKICI/AAAAAAAADTI/W9n1KQJNL1A/s1600/PB169325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puMWjekPDNY/TsjzYnHKICI/AAAAAAAADTI/W9n1KQJNL1A/s400/PB169325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054934441926690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea why my pictures are all glitchy!! grrrr!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1634423976731671267?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1634423976731671267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1634423976731671267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1634423976731671267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1634423976731671267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/bodie-fun-facts.html' title='Bodie Fun Facts'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqpsUlpK_cg/TsjzJJ6mtcI/AAAAAAAADS8/xQztj-P-p5s/s72-c/PB149272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-6810184621014663459</id><published>2011-11-15T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:03:55.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>I take way too many pictures with my phone, then I forget about them. These are my favorites of all of those random pictures.  :-)  (Not sure what's going on with the picture glitches. Sorry about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Bodie wakes up from a nap, Ty helps me get him up and the first thing he says to Bo, is, "nice to meet you Bodie!" and shakes his hand. It's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaxIc-uG2KM/TsLapdzcShI/AAAAAAAADSM/ARVeIACMm2k/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaxIc-uG2KM/TsLapdzcShI/AAAAAAAADSM/ARVeIACMm2k/s400/IMG_2483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675338886350129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola and Jack chillin' out and watching some cartoons. They are best buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAk_c2wuCcY/TsLaAgAMriI/AAAAAAAADRc/GnHdI2GCz_c/s1600/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAk_c2wuCcY/TsLaAgAMriI/AAAAAAAADRc/GnHdI2GCz_c/s400/IMG_2476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675338182565867042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tom was training for his half marathon, Jack wanted to run with him. So Tom took him along for a quick jog to the stop sign and back. He was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWE6fxdsZik/TsLaAd2MCAI/AAAAAAAADRQ/2Mor51F3scg/s1600/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWE6fxdsZik/TsLaAd2MCAI/AAAAAAAADRQ/2Mor51F3scg/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675338181987010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ty's favorite playground ride. Can't you just see the excitement in his face! I love it!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x99-TUHXwJk/TsLXNwB8OoI/AAAAAAAADQ4/onY2f3sP-Os/s1600/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x99-TUHXwJk/TsLXNwB8OoI/AAAAAAAADQ4/onY2f3sP-Os/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335111671560834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack rocking his Nutella mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQlDw5A2chQ/TsLXM1d3-hI/AAAAAAAADQw/kyM_RSCtNXQ/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQlDw5A2chQ/TsLXM1d3-hI/AAAAAAAADQw/kyM_RSCtNXQ/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335095951030802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie is one happy kid, and I love this picture because it looks like he's wearing the horns on the wall. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqW5Eg0p_H4/TsLXMfnXaeI/AAAAAAAADQg/QhDfX-AZkvA/s1600/IMG_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqW5Eg0p_H4/TsLXMfnXaeI/AAAAAAAADQg/QhDfX-AZkvA/s400/IMG_2315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335090085259746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie chowing down on some peas. Funny thing...carrots seem to be his favorite and Jack and Ty HATED carrots They fought eating them so much, I gave up trying to make them eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTnn27dIWvE/TsLXL7vI0DI/AAAAAAAADQU/IvH6L0wvNXI/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTnn27dIWvE/TsLXL7vI0DI/AAAAAAAADQU/IvH6L0wvNXI/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335080454180914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the last time I sat on the recliner by myself. hahahah! There's always a tiny hiney squeezing in next to me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-715TdQUWYsQ/TsLXOH5c7BI/AAAAAAAADRI/VKkQcMqt-iw/s1600/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-715TdQUWYsQ/TsLXOH5c7BI/AAAAAAAADRI/VKkQcMqt-iw/s400/IMG_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335118078405650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-6810184621014663459?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6810184621014663459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=6810184621014663459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6810184621014663459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6810184621014663459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/randoms.html' title='randoms'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaxIc-uG2KM/TsLapdzcShI/AAAAAAAADSM/ARVeIACMm2k/s72-c/IMG_2483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-856924562124895379</id><published>2011-11-06T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:15:48.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool points</title><content type='html'>First I'd like to say happy 6 months to Bodie today!!! I seriously can't believe it's been 6 months! He us such a happy baby! Constantly smiling and talking up a storm. Unless he's hungry. And he doesn't just get hungry, he gets "HANGRY"!! He finally started rolling over consistently Thursday. He's been rolling over everywhere and even sleeping on his belly now. And I think he may be starting to teeth. Although I just assume he's getting a tooth with no actual proof just yet. :-) So happy half birthday Bodie! We love you and your chubby happy cheeks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5672003969581830162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ipUFOEkrpbM/TrcBjwuH0BI/AAAAAAAADOY/y7VoB5nPlv4/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other McMurtrie happenings.....I think I earned myself some cool points in Jack's eyes this afternoon! Since he didn't nap today (or for 3 other days this past week) we made a catapult out of a box and some rubber bands. I saw it on a website and have been talking about it for a while now. It's pretty cool and actually works! He loves it. I think I'm going to have make another one for Ty. 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Hahaha! I  LOVE HALLOWEEN! I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I do! The boys had  a good time. Bodie was a billy goat. This has been the first Halloween costume for each of the boys. Jack was supposed to be a pirate, but he saw his  spider costume from last year and out went the pirate idea. He also wore  the spider costume everyday for the past 2 weeks. Ty was supposed to be  Elmo. (the hand me down costume from Jack at age 2) Every time we  asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween he told us "Garbage truck  man". So I played along and got one of Tom's old reflective vests that  he'd wear when riding his motorcycle, to make a little garbage man  costume but Ty would never wear it. So for a little while he jumped back  on the Elmo band wagon.....until it was time to put on the costume!  Hahaha! He freaked and begged for the bat costume that he wore last  year. Of course this melt down was after he got to skip his nap and go  to the movies for the first time with Tom and Jack. He was pretty  sleepy, but was definitely NOT putting on Elmo. :-) After a little  chaos we got everyone ready and I headed out the door with the big boys  in a wagon and Bodie and Tom stayed at the house on candy duty. The boys  lasted about 2 1/2 cul-de-sacs, then I heard, "where's our house?" a  few times and that was it. :-)  It was a great Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTB8aj_mYKc/TrBQqyhZ-kI/AAAAAAAADN4/iCOQCu8Y0Q4/s1600/PA309242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTB8aj_mYKc/TrBQqyhZ-kI/AAAAAAAADN4/iCOQCu8Y0Q4/s400/PA309242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670120626906069570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEMuSQrx7ls/TrBQb_wy-bI/AAAAAAAADNs/YvsCWDUaOfU/s1600/PA309246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEMuSQrx7ls/TrBQb_wy-bI/AAAAAAAADNs/YvsCWDUaOfU/s400/PA309246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670120372762245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie the Goat 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqx8ct0Bb00/TrBP6IJY2pI/AAAAAAAADNI/6PXM_IMHRmA/s1600/PA309233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqx8ct0Bb00/TrBP6IJY2pI/AAAAAAAADNI/6PXM_IMHRmA/s400/PA309233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670119790897322642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty the Goat 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjXc4hlOYag/TrCS0gMU5_I/AAAAAAAADOQ/W2Rp9KUvyyI/s1600/100_7689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjXc4hlOYag/TrCS0gMU5_I/AAAAAAAADOQ/W2Rp9KUvyyI/s400/100_7689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670193361551943666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack the Goat 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkdm52akq_E/TrCRjHfcKsI/AAAAAAAADOE/bdpoGN7bick/s1600/jack%2Bgoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkdm52akq_E/TrCRjHfcKsI/AAAAAAAADOE/bdpoGN7bick/s400/jack%2Bgoat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670191963351820994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3713789132118359462?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3713789132118359462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3713789132118359462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3713789132118359462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3713789132118359462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTB8aj_mYKc/TrBQqyhZ-kI/AAAAAAAADN4/iCOQCu8Y0Q4/s72-c/PA309242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8947479235677530140</id><published>2011-10-31T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:53:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving time</title><content type='html'>We  carved our pumpkins on Saturday. Jack chose a spider (go figure) and   Ty wanted a "happy face". Hahaha! Jack was NOT a fan of de-gutting the   pumpkin. He told me at one point, "Mom, I don't think I like this very   much, you can do it." Ty on the other hand found the guts hysterical and   would dig right in, grab a handful then scream...."eeeewwwwwww" and   then laugh like a hyena. I carved Jack's spider but the boys carved Ty's   happy face. I think they came out pretty well. I had plans of carving   this huge pumpkin we got but the pumpkins were outside and the insides   were freezing cold. So we'll let the big one survive as a fall turkey   day decoration until we decorate for Christmas! :-) (Scary to think   that's only 8 1/2 weeks away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and the guts. :-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaHi58bLDnI/Tq6cuHED2mI/AAAAAAAADLM/qiRZuaq-IC0/s1600/PA289163.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaHi58bLDnI/Tq6cuHED2mI/AAAAAAAADLM/qiRZuaq-IC0/s1600/PA289163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaHi58bLDnI/Tq6cuHED2mI/AAAAAAAADLM/qiRZuaq-IC0/s400/PA289163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669641296890026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the grossness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVJLK5t3w0/Tq6ct2jrVoI/AAAAAAAADLE/nluGjJnTNpE/s1600/PA289170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVJLK5t3w0/Tq6ct2jrVoI/AAAAAAAADLE/nluGjJnTNpE/s400/PA289170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669641292459234946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's face sums up his pumpkin gutting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA-_qIPV2rY/Tq6cufiGzZI/AAAAAAAADLg/3VZHuelP1wM/s1600/PA289159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA-_qIPV2rY/Tq6cufiGzZI/AAAAAAAADLg/3VZHuelP1wM/s400/PA289159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669641303458499986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty carving a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21m8D0OOlLw/Tq6b4oKX4bI/AAAAAAAADKs/5WsYw_omH8c/s1600/PA289180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21m8D0OOlLw/Tq6b4oKX4bI/AAAAAAAADKs/5WsYw_omH8c/s400/PA289180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669640378061939122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DO IT! I DO IT MYSELF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiBhv-BF-7Q/Tq6b4d7Y64I/AAAAAAAADKg/UWtSHjfF3ZY/s1600/PA289183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiBhv-BF-7Q/Tq6b4d7Y64I/AAAAAAAADKg/UWtSHjfF3ZY/s400/PA289183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669640375314738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectator Bodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVvSpkhgIGs/Tq6b5K4pRhI/AAAAAAAADK4/sYc1B1Tix00/s1600/PA289179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVvSpkhgIGs/Tq6b5K4pRhI/AAAAAAAADK4/sYc1B1Tix00/s400/PA289179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669640387382822418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and the Jack-o-Lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pg3osEWkNw/Tq9BUk12d6I/AAAAAAAADMw/jGNJOe30S8E/s1600/PA289214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pg3osEWkNw/Tq9BUk12d6I/AAAAAAAADMw/jGNJOe30S8E/s400/PA289214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669822277625477026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypPmiRpzNrY/Tq9B9tSUERI/AAAAAAAADM8/WaT6Eh4Z4Ow/s1600/PA289202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypPmiRpzNrY/Tq9B9tSUERI/AAAAAAAADM8/WaT6Eh4Z4Ow/s400/PA289202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669822984266977554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dad, he moonlights as a jungle gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAHD37RVWwQ/Tq9BGsENsTI/AAAAAAAADMk/H-kdBtL0HXY/s1600/PA289219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAHD37RVWwQ/Tq9BGsENsTI/AAAAAAAADMk/H-kdBtL0HXY/s400/PA289219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669822039046598962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished products...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJefrHdgco/Tq6a3_NRl5I/AAAAAAAADJk/dumb3wUSHx0/s1600/PA289228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdJefrHdgco/Tq6a3_NRl5I/AAAAAAAADJk/dumb3wUSHx0/s400/PA289228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669639267556628370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCVAkR3_FDA/Tq88jGx7pGI/AAAAAAAADL0/k9bXW2g_RvU/s1600/PA289197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCVAkR3_FDA/Tq88jGx7pGI/AAAAAAAADL0/k9bXW2g_RvU/s400/PA289197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669817029695874146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8947479235677530140?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8947479235677530140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8947479235677530140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8947479235677530140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8947479235677530140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/carving-time.html' title='Carving time'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaHi58bLDnI/Tq6cuHED2mI/AAAAAAAADLM/qiRZuaq-IC0/s72-c/PA289163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1068152574568360715</id><published>2011-10-25T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:00:58.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Lesson of the pumpkin patches....stick with what you know. We tried a new pumpkin patch this year and it was SCARY. Not scary in the spooky Halloween kinda way, it was scary in the "let's get the hell outta here" kinda way. hahaha! So to make up for the worst pumpkin patch ever, we went to the one we visited last year, Hinton's. It was exactly the same, and lots of fun, and not one overheard conversation about Xanax. YEAH! Plus they had pumpkin ice cream which was a big hit! Yummm! Here's some pictures from our pumpkin pickin'! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty loved pulling that wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD9JLaLTZK0/TqdkefWAbQI/AAAAAAAADJY/Cuu6Chz9aaE/s1600/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD9JLaLTZK0/TqdkefWAbQI/AAAAAAAADJY/Cuu6Chz9aaE/s400/IMG_2380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667609131041713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total action shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kmewT6fx9Q/Tqdj9PVwvQI/AAAAAAAADJE/yjYAPZSAOz4/s1600/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kmewT6fx9Q/Tqdj9PVwvQI/AAAAAAAADJE/yjYAPZSAOz4/s400/IMG_2400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667608559810034946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was there a BIG tractor but there were little ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q6hBr671gI/Tqdj87pyBOI/AAAAAAAADIw/riegYlmqj6w/s1600/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q6hBr671gI/Tqdj87pyBOI/AAAAAAAADIw/riegYlmqj6w/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667608554525295842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid needs a farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56CJ89muJTU/Tqdj8hh9xiI/AAAAAAAADIo/HUmuuvRm_n0/s1600/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56CJ89muJTU/Tqdj8hh9xiI/AAAAAAAADIo/HUmuuvRm_n0/s400/IMG_2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667608547513189922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x73fKdioTec/Tqdj-NsLlOI/AAAAAAAADJM/pqQrHfAki7Y/s1600/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x73fKdioTec/Tqdj-NsLlOI/AAAAAAAADJM/pqQrHfAki7Y/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667608576547067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qa9b7IK5Bs/TqdiqJk8A1I/AAAAAAAADIE/prq6tTfdoaE/s1600/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qa9b7IK5Bs/TqdiqJk8A1I/AAAAAAAADIE/prq6tTfdoaE/s400/IMG_2387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667607132333933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a picture with all three of them looking AND smiling at the same time is almost impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7ddgyF3qS8/TqdiqsIMXYI/AAAAAAAADIg/E-bLZZ353rU/s1600/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7ddgyF3qS8/TqdiqsIMXYI/AAAAAAAADIg/E-bLZZ353rU/s400/IMG_2393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667607141608611202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGAbuAgmC80/TqdhpVroroI/AAAAAAAADHo/VqGaVf1I8Kw/s1600/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGAbuAgmC80/TqdhpVroroI/AAAAAAAADHo/VqGaVf1I8Kw/s400/IMG_2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667606018891755138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOv64q5apbc/TqdhoW-VN_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/BL9TZjN_iWM/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOv64q5apbc/TqdhoW-VN_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/BL9TZjN_iWM/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667606002058737650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1068152574568360715?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1068152574568360715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1068152574568360715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1068152574568360715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1068152574568360715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Happy Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iD9JLaLTZK0/TqdkefWAbQI/AAAAAAAADJY/Cuu6Chz9aaE/s72-c/IMG_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8383637955049648200</id><published>2011-10-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:38:25.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Waves?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, when the weather was warmer than 46 degrees, I saw Jack doing this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IylBKr34wvw/TqAHW6hWYkI/AAAAAAAADGo/NIb7roG9DQ0/s1600/P9289084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IylBKr34wvw/TqAHW6hWYkI/AAAAAAAADGo/NIb7roG9DQ0/s400/P9289084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665536421479735874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3E3IoYQUK8/TqAHWkETXxI/AAAAAAAADGg/1pBMHKBtwEA/s1600/P9289080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3E3IoYQUK8/TqAHWkETXxI/AAAAAAAADGg/1pBMHKBtwEA/s400/P9289080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665536415452323602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYrAwBfQGK0/TqAHXP_s4NI/AAAAAAAADG8/lD04jLoF9bQ/s1600/P9289083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYrAwBfQGK0/TqAHXP_s4NI/AAAAAAAADG8/lD04jLoF9bQ/s400/P9289083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665536427244183762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was surfing. He was actually getting the horse swing to glide back and forth too. I was pretty impressed. I'm actually surprised it took this long for him to stand on that thing! :-)&lt;br /&gt;(And a little side note: If you click on one of the pictures that I post Blogger will now open all the pictures in a slideshow format. You can click through the pictures and see them up close. I just figured this out, who knows how long you've been able to do that. hahaha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8383637955049648200?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8383637955049648200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8383637955049648200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8383637955049648200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8383637955049648200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-needs-waves.html' title='Who Needs Waves?'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IylBKr34wvw/TqAHW6hWYkI/AAAAAAAADGo/NIb7roG9DQ0/s72-c/P9289084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5982969746352755373</id><published>2011-10-17T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:27:34.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><content type='html'>The other day we made little bird feeders for our feathered friends.  Peanut Butter was involved so Ty was very willing to participate. :-)  The boys got to smear their own peanut butter on a good ol' TP roll.  Jack loves using a knife (even if it's the little kiddie one) Ty ate  most of his PB before it got to the roll. Then they rolled it in seeds  and we stuck the rolls on a few branches of our pear tree in the front  yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tclf6hf4HI/TpwbINEYWtI/AAAAAAAADEM/32chJJb2Cz8/s1600/PA119100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tclf6hf4HI/TpwbINEYWtI/AAAAAAAADEM/32chJJb2Cz8/s400/PA119100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664432259086179026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7wbN78GXng/TpwbKH4UBVI/AAAAAAAADEw/UB-qCX1xjfw/s1600/PA119105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7wbN78GXng/TpwbKH4UBVI/AAAAAAAADEw/UB-qCX1xjfw/s400/PA119105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664432292053124434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tC74CDv1Gw/TpwbIa7cZMI/AAAAAAAADEU/0fguFidIAI4/s1600/PA119117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tC74CDv1Gw/TpwbIa7cZMI/AAAAAAAADEU/0fguFidIAI4/s400/PA119117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664432262806791362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkCi9HB0kHU/TpwbIsIRtOI/AAAAAAAADEo/loCijuNdZ6g/s1600/PA119119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkCi9HB0kHU/TpwbIsIRtOI/AAAAAAAADEo/loCijuNdZ6g/s400/PA119119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664432267424019682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3lgwoZBPoM/TpwcuaZ1yuI/AAAAAAAADFI/e9pffYuKM0E/s1600/PA119120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3lgwoZBPoM/TpwcuaZ1yuI/AAAAAAAADFI/e9pffYuKM0E/s400/PA119120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434015012506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ds--bHdpOUI/Tpwcuuus8bI/AAAAAAAADFQ/bk15q4IzuaU/s1600/PA119129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ds--bHdpOUI/Tpwcuuus8bI/AAAAAAAADFQ/bk15q4IzuaU/s400/PA119129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434020468715954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture because of Ty's little evil minion face! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWwnsUeAac/Tpwcuw0DRtI/AAAAAAAADFg/_DTscqz6cOg/s1600/PA119132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWwnsUeAac/Tpwcuw0DRtI/AAAAAAAADFg/_DTscqz6cOg/s400/PA119132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434021028021970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Bodie wasn't game for the bird feeder craft here's a few pictures  of him NOT rolling over. Hahaha! This kiddo rolled over once for Tom  about 4 weeks ago, I saw him roll once 2 weeks ago and he hasn't done it  again since. I don't think he likes the pressure since all we do is  cheer him on to roll over. Hahaha! He teeter totters from side to side  on his back constantly but just won't go the whole way. He's already 5  months and VERY stubborn! Or lazy, hard to tell! :-) He's actually grown  quite fond of being on his stomach too. He doesn't roll from belly to  back either but he's pretty darn close to crawling. He gets his legs  under him and scoots forward all over the place. So, on his own time I  guess, or we'll just skip rolling all together. He did it twice, why  over do it?  He's a pretty chill baby so I guess he'll do it when he  wants to do it! I wonder who he takes after??? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way up on his side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUAZ43nPVgY/TpwcwL_31EI/AAAAAAAADFs/cYF2Nu5QSW4/s1600/PA119145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUAZ43nPVgY/TpwcwL_31EI/AAAAAAAADFs/cYF2Nu5QSW4/s400/PA119145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434045505229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was showing him how to roll over! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8uXIYS0Chw/Tpwdm5aoyVI/AAAAAAAADGI/bRo95qOqHDU/s1600/PA119150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8uXIYS0Chw/Tpwdm5aoyVI/AAAAAAAADGI/bRo95qOqHDU/s400/PA119150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434985410021714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the favorite position.....just relaxing horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-497xoFbKnpg/Tpwcw4hYnmI/AAAAAAAADF4/mLHMF39pW_E/s1600/PA119136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-497xoFbKnpg/Tpwcw4hYnmI/AAAAAAAADF4/mLHMF39pW_E/s400/PA119136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664434057456950882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5982969746352755373?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5982969746352755373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5982969746352755373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5982969746352755373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5982969746352755373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tclf6hf4HI/TpwbINEYWtI/AAAAAAAADEM/32chJJb2Cz8/s72-c/PA119100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2597800529988936645</id><published>2011-10-08T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:48:26.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reject Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Today we ventured out to a pumpkin patch. Last year we went to &lt;a href="http://hintonsorchard.com/"&gt;Hinton's Farm&lt;/a&gt; (about 45 mins away) This year we opted for a place that I found through Google that was a little closer. This place was such a bummer. It was advertised as having a petting zoo, farm animals, bouncy houses, hay rides, and a maze. This was FALSE advertising at it's best. Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;  This was NOT a farm, this was someone's house. We parked in their drive way and walked around on their lawn. There weren't farm animals, there were a few miniature horses and 1 donkey. There was no petting zoo, no hay rides, no pumpkin patch. There were picked pumpkins piled on pallets. There was a small bouncy house which was the highlight of our trip. We were there 20 minutes tops.&lt;br /&gt;   What rounded out this trip for me were 2 things. #1: the lady running everything was very scary and was walking around, talking pretty loudly on her cell phone to a person (for what I could make out,  just got arrested) saying, "we don't give out Xanax." I must have heard "Xanax" about 18 times. There was a sheriff's car parked in the driveway as well so I'm not sure if he lived there or was there on business. hahahaha! #2: I bought a few pumpkins and when I went in to their little shed to pay the other scary lady, I noticed they were selling MEAT. Not just regular cuts of meat you'd find in a cooler.....oh NO!!!! This was sliced meat in a ziploc baggie, sitting on an upside down tupperware bin, with a $0.50 sticker on it. This was not jerky. This looked like some kind of bacon product. It was raw and NOT refrigerated. I was trying very hard not to judge, but this place was screaming for it! This was not the pumpkin patch experience I was looking for! Sooooooo we're heading to Hinton's next weekend to make up for it with some clean, farm fun, including hay rides, a corn maze, pumpkin pickin', no drug talk, no mystery meats, just normal pumpkin fun ! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they counted this as a farm animal and the petting zoo??? Sadly, this is the only picture I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5661287453966717714"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aNI7T7Tur4w/TpDu8dEP0xI/AAAAAAAADEE/Nqt5jRsXjZQ/s288/1.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2597800529988936645?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2597800529988936645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2597800529988936645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2597800529988936645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2597800529988936645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/reject-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Reject Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aNI7T7Tur4w/TpDu8dEP0xI/AAAAAAAADEE/Nqt5jRsXjZQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2730523105852141442</id><published>2011-09-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:22:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>It was a little late in the year but we made it none the less......to  the beach! YEAH! I LOVE the beach. Who doesn't really? But I really love  the beach. Every year growing up we went to a beach for a summer  vacation. Over the years we started out in Cape May, NJ, then to Myrtle  Beach, then the Outer Banks. My mom was a teacher so every summer there  was some family beach adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Last week Tom, the boys and I went  to Myrtle Beach with my parents. This was our first family vacation to a  beach and I was beyond excited! I haven't been to Myrtle Beach since  1996. (that was one family vacay for the books! HA!) Anyway, Tom and I  were talking about doing a vacation over Labor Day. I googled some  beaches and it turned out that Myrtle was the closest (only 11 driving  hours away, it took us 13 hrs total). So one day I called my Mom to ask  her where we used to stay when we went there years ago and she told me,  her and my dad were going to Myrtle on Sept. 17th and invited us to join  them. SO we totally crashed their vacation but it was so much fun! Plus  it was really nice having the extra help with the boys on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;We  stayed in a condo directly on the beach which was awesome! It had 2  pools, a lazy river (which Jack was obsessed with), and a kiddie pool.  Since we went late in the season it wasn't too crowded. We still had to  claim our spot on the beach everyday so I can only imagine how crazy  this place would be in the prime season. The condo was really nice and  lots of room for all of us. It had a full kitchen, 3 bedrooms and 3 bath  rooms. We cooked dinner a few nights so we could hang out on the beach  longer. It was great! We got rained on a few days but we were on the  beach everyday and the ocean was so warm, not like California! Plus we  were there for Tom's birthday! I think every birthday should be spent on  a beach somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;The boys LOVED the sand! They built sandcastles,  dug holes and got buried in the sand. Jack was a huge fan of the ocean.  He was actually pretty fearless with the waves. Ty on the other hand  took a good 4 days to warm up to the water. He wanted nothing to do with  the ocean when we first got there. By Thursday though, he was loving it  too. Of course, Bodie enjoyed himself too. He got to put his toes in  the water and take lots of naps in the beach tent! He wasn't too crazy  about the breeze but totally got spoiled by Oma walking him up and down  the beach until he fell fast asleep in her arms. One night we let the  boys stay up late and went down to the beach to hunt crabs. Tom actually  caught one, as well as a fish, with a little bucket. I was pretty  impressed!&lt;br /&gt;We also went shopping, had the traditional feast at an all  you can eat seafood buffet, and walked the board walk. I'm also proud  to say that we turned Tom into a shell finder. hahaha! Growing up in my  family there was always an unspoken competition for finding the coolest  shell on the beach. On the first day we were there, Tom thought this was  ridiculous and actually had Jack throw back the shells we collected  that day. This totally blew my mind. Then I remembered....he'd never  been on a Davis beach vacation. And of course, the man who was against  shell finding found the first amazing shell and got hooked! That's all  it took. I'm not talking about the clam shells or oyster shells. I'm  talking about the conchs and long spiral shells. The stuff people buy at  the gift shops. We found some amazing shells. The best I've ever found.  We never did declare the winner, but Tom found the most in the ocean  where my Dad and I found some cool ones in the dry sand by the dunes.  So, even with the rainy weather it was a blast!! Tom and I even got to  walk on the beach at night while my parents stayed in the condo with the  boys when they were sleeping. I think that was my favorite part!  There's just something so serene about the beach at night!&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a ton of pictures from our adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at Barefoot Landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uZzkNWzs/ToTPOAAv0YI/AAAAAAAADDw/zFMZUKU-LfU/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uZzkNWzs/ToTPOAAv0YI/AAAAAAAADDw/zFMZUKU-LfU/s400/IMG_2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874871312437634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma was the architect and Ty was on demolition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9XoMDRLti0/ToTPOd16WbI/AAAAAAAADD4/n62eiF6HwIQ/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9XoMDRLti0/ToTPOd16WbI/AAAAAAAADD4/n62eiF6HwIQ/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874879320054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Cpt. Benjamin's Seafood Buffet. Ty really loved his ice cream and getting photo bombed by his Dad! Hhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21WZjCB6ZPQ/ToTOio7pLKI/AAAAAAAADDg/A5axke5b8DE/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21WZjCB6ZPQ/ToTOio7pLKI/AAAAAAAADDg/A5axke5b8DE/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874126382640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Mr. Crabs. We returned him on our nighttime crabbing adventure. (notice the miner helmet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ3830DJWaU/ToTOiSMhXcI/AAAAAAAADDY/x1UrNLQ--k0/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ3830DJWaU/ToTOiSMhXcI/AAAAAAAADDY/x1UrNLQ--k0/s400/IMG_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874120279416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really cool rain storm that we watched come up the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTP4DieI2w/ToTOiB9trMI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5X5m4wqiVmA/s1600/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTP4DieI2w/ToTOiB9trMI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5X5m4wqiVmA/s400/IMG_2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874115922341058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luau boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgPZNFGUcAY/ToTOhg5B-sI/AAAAAAAADDI/C-qJRuv6mHI/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgPZNFGUcAY/ToTOhg5B-sI/AAAAAAAADDI/C-qJRuv6mHI/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874107044330178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a Sudoku with Pop Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ort2YxXi2ng/ToTOimPF0FI/AAAAAAAADDo/GOS-GFHG-vo/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ort2YxXi2ng/ToTOimPF0FI/AAAAAAAADDo/GOS-GFHG-vo/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657874125658902610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty my beach angel! Aaaah! (that's a reference to the Travelocity commercial we keep quoting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o64-zoKVEJc/ToTM0TQXu-I/AAAAAAAADC4/JH7DvEqMrxk/s1600/P9208730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o64-zoKVEJc/ToTM0TQXu-I/AAAAAAAADC4/JH7DvEqMrxk/s400/P9208730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657872230778387426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys! Jack was channeling Arthur Fonzarelli. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-PfORJAsNg/ToTM0SWTnvI/AAAAAAAADCw/2s6_Tls1FMk/s1600/P9208777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-PfORJAsNg/ToTM0SWTnvI/AAAAAAAADCw/2s6_Tls1FMk/s400/P9208777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657872230534848242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so photogenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRGuxa9lXqk/ToTM0IkvfSI/AAAAAAAADCo/gVALJWTM6jc/s1600/P9208782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRGuxa9lXqk/ToTM0IkvfSI/AAAAAAAADCo/gVALJWTM6jc/s400/P9208782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657872227911040290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWVfl-hgKEA/ToTMz8Xn6nI/AAAAAAAADCg/-kYNaD54wSY/s1600/P9208788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWVfl-hgKEA/ToTMz8Xn6nI/AAAAAAAADCg/-kYNaD54wSY/s400/P9208788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657872224634792562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bird mooching cereal off of Pop Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZOnQXXyJ3I/ToTM0vvZeQI/AAAAAAAADDA/BYan4LCrM9s/s1600/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZOnQXXyJ3I/ToTM0vvZeQI/AAAAAAAADDA/BYan4LCrM9s/s400/IMG_2280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657872238424717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwopQdFazVk/ToTLwUyqQ5I/AAAAAAAADCQ/0Zt5H_e0L4A/s1600/P9218964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwopQdFazVk/ToTLwUyqQ5I/AAAAAAAADCQ/0Zt5H_e0L4A/s400/P9218964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657871062959539090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's action shot. With his beach buddy Kaden. (I love how easily kids make friends!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLxDjfBjWu4/ToTLv90-kgI/AAAAAAAADCI/Lr3w1ULmLVU/s1600/P9218984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLxDjfBjWu4/ToTLv90-kgI/AAAAAAAADCI/Lr3w1ULmLVU/s400/P9218984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657871056795243010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic because it looks like Tom's checking out the lady in the yellow but he's really just trying to dodge being in the picture. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC-Lrxj3Izg/ToTLvxQFGPI/AAAAAAAADCA/kScO2dRA6kU/s1600/P9229003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC-Lrxj3Izg/ToTLvxQFGPI/AAAAAAAADCA/kScO2dRA6kU/s400/P9229003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657871053419256050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlUJPSM3AaM/ToTLvc8hAxI/AAAAAAAADB4/jWEmRXCLjH0/s1600/P9229006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlUJPSM3AaM/ToTLvc8hAxI/AAAAAAAADB4/jWEmRXCLjH0/s400/P9229006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657871047968490258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie in his favorite spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWj9H4QUJFg/ToTLwSfk8rI/AAAAAAAADCY/DkHnNafdQh4/s1600/P9218963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWj9H4QUJFg/ToTLwSfk8rI/AAAAAAAADCY/DkHnNafdQh4/s400/P9218963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657871062342628018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were trying to splash Tom. They looked like little ducklings chasing him all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ9MdGbpXsM/ToTKh8IFMiI/AAAAAAAADBo/qMDtLEclQ4U/s1600/P9229033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ9MdGbpXsM/ToTKh8IFMiI/AAAAAAAADBo/qMDtLEclQ4U/s400/P9229033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657869716308701730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other beach angel. Aaaahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGpSg-ozokg/ToTKhkunaII/AAAAAAAADBg/giK38FqI9ww/s1600/P9229038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGpSg-ozokg/ToTKhkunaII/AAAAAAAADBg/giK38FqI9ww/s400/P9229038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657869710027876482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like they're thinking....now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydy_pYzXepI/ToTKhVFYGzI/AAAAAAAADBY/_qn_Un8xUgI/s1600/P9229058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydy_pYzXepI/ToTKhVFYGzI/AAAAAAAADBY/_qn_Un8xUgI/s400/P9229058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657869705828375346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our cache.....I still can't believe we found these types of shells. These are just a few too, we have lots more. The first cool one that Tom found that turned him was one of the long pointy ones in the top left corner, an auger shell. We found bits of coral, chunks of huge sand dollars and granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvdOZJV34Sw/ToTKhNREquI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VRjBbAqr2yE/s1600/P9289089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvdOZJV34Sw/ToTKhNREquI/AAAAAAAADBQ/VRjBbAqr2yE/s400/P9289089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657869703729949410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.....Oma, Pop Pop and the boys. Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us join you at the beach. We had such a great time!! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9bosIOkIpo/ToTKiHp1XYI/AAAAAAAADBw/tDsw5yuXEfM/s1600/P9229017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9bosIOkIpo/ToTKiHp1XYI/AAAAAAAADBw/tDsw5yuXEfM/s400/P9229017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657869719403060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2730523105852141442?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2730523105852141442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2730523105852141442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2730523105852141442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2730523105852141442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uZzkNWzs/ToTPOAAv0YI/AAAAAAAADDw/zFMZUKU-LfU/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7096786467578450115</id><published>2011-09-16T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:06:34.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of our time in PA</title><content type='html'>I still have a zillion more pictures from our trip to PA. I was hoping to get everything written about and posted before today, but that didn't happen. I could really use about 3 extra hours in a day!! Well, We're leaving tonight for a family vacation to Myrtle Beach. YEAH! This will be our first family trip to the beach. The last time we were at the beach (not including our time in Monterey because it was too stinkin' cold to swim in the Pacific) Jack was about 9 months old and Tom was in school in VA and couldn't join us. I'm so beyond excited! Plus my Mom and Dad are going too. Jack wants to bury Pop Pop in the sand and make him a mermaid. Hahaha! Hope Pop Pop's ready! Anyway....back to our last trip.....Here's a few more pictures from PA. I'll have another post or 2 when we get back about PA since we celebrated Jack's 4th birthday there. (I sort of miss the days will old school film cameras, I was much more cautious about what I took pictures of since I didn't want to waste film, now I take a million pictures because I want to capture everything. I may need to hire someone to go through and organize all my pictures. I think I'm a picture hoarder!)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy....I'm off to finish packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ty and his Uncle Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RjsHKt_XO4/TnOLko1-DpI/AAAAAAAADAo/HGxwU6sk0oY/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RjsHKt_XO4/TnOLko1-DpI/AAAAAAAADAo/HGxwU6sk0oY/s400/IMG_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653015418835439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLK5qjwVrw0/TnOLkm0vsDI/AAAAAAAADAg/7VQb1O3okyg/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLK5qjwVrw0/TnOLkm0vsDI/AAAAAAAADAg/7VQb1O3okyg/s400/IMG_2224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653015418293432370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Ricky pulling the boys around the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpUuB2GgL9E/TnOLkQGt4VI/AAAAAAAADAY/kpErpCsME1I/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpUuB2GgL9E/TnOLkQGt4VI/AAAAAAAADAY/kpErpCsME1I/s400/IMG_2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653015412194795858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper boats with Uncle Yuck and Chris with Aunt Lisi throwing in a water obstacle. (Jack's on the penguin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKFINVp3N_E/TnOPO9IrsaI/AAAAAAAADBI/Btq65_3COaU/s1600/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKFINVp3N_E/TnOPO9IrsaI/AAAAAAAADBI/Btq65_3COaU/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653019444372025762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Ree Ree and Bodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKhdPm7ZQiM/TnOOwyL963I/AAAAAAAADBA/DwToja7Zi0k/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKhdPm7ZQiM/TnOOwyL963I/AAAAAAAADBA/DwToja7Zi0k/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653018926036937586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging a tree out of the woods with Umpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EPl0q1fowY/TnOJejDaFWI/AAAAAAAAC_w/c4SZYeo2BaQ/s1600/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EPl0q1fowY/TnOJejDaFWI/AAAAAAAAC_w/c4SZYeo2BaQ/s400/IMG_2063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653013115178718562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story time with Aunt Lisi and Lex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVzO10JI-8w/TnOJeeoVopI/AAAAAAAAC_o/hlggxCdBKd0/s1600/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVzO10JI-8w/TnOJeeoVopI/AAAAAAAAC_o/hlggxCdBKd0/s400/IMG_2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653013113991438994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty riding with Umpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CYa2m-hJlA/TnOJeEJqTGI/AAAAAAAAC_g/GGXZWU_jqDU/s1600/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CYa2m-hJlA/TnOJeEJqTGI/AAAAAAAAC_g/GGXZWU_jqDU/s400/IMG_2074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653013106883447906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tuckered out coal miner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-S00WA_h8/TnOJd6AYN5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/MEtg7DxWXgA/s1600/IMG_2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-S00WA_h8/TnOJd6AYN5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/MEtg7DxWXgA/s400/IMG_2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653013104160159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was hiding...hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIVr8-QtBr8/TnOJez9a4sI/AAAAAAAAC_4/RPzp4j9__Ms/s1600/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIVr8-QtBr8/TnOJez9a4sI/AAAAAAAAC_4/RPzp4j9__Ms/s400/IMG_2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653013119717008066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in Anthracite country. We went to Pioneer tunnel and took a train ride. (this is also a coal mine that you can ride down into and see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85J8JWnLRoc/TnOH-yWYJlI/AAAAAAAAC_A/OCejyhIT3Fk/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85J8JWnLRoc/TnOH-yWYJlI/AAAAAAAAC_A/OCejyhIT3Fk/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653011470017373778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the caboose all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w209YMEk5dM/TnOH-jDW8yI/AAAAAAAAC-4/xzf_cHL-ktI/s1600/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w209YMEk5dM/TnOH-jDW8yI/AAAAAAAAC-4/xzf_cHL-ktI/s400/IMG_2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653011465911071522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for the train ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLzvjO_eeeg/TnOH-Xy0x5I/AAAAAAAAC-w/0z8xq1YTqOI/s1600/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLzvjO_eeeg/TnOH-Xy0x5I/AAAAAAAAC-w/0z8xq1YTqOI/s400/IMG_2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653011462888933266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a picnic with PopPop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AsSmJD4Qn8/TnOH-IMeRXI/AAAAAAAAC-o/rF1QM0sj9lk/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AsSmJD4Qn8/TnOH-IMeRXI/AAAAAAAAC-o/rF1QM0sj9lk/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653011458701542770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MeMe got the boys these cool miner helmets. (These are actually packed to come to the beach with us. They love these things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeEHJva1NKc/TnOH_JiFCII/AAAAAAAAC_I/NqcLXRr3laM/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeEHJva1NKc/TnOH_JiFCII/AAAAAAAAC_I/NqcLXRr3laM/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653011476240468098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helmets are great for hunting lightning bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yctibeQvjaA/TnOOwb1lkjI/AAAAAAAADA4/jtZS7zywCSU/s1600/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yctibeQvjaA/TnOOwb1lkjI/AAAAAAAADA4/jtZS7zywCSU/s400/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653018920037487154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7096786467578450115?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7096786467578450115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7096786467578450115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7096786467578450115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7096786467578450115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-of-our-time-in-pa.html' title='More of our time in PA'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RjsHKt_XO4/TnOLko1-DpI/AAAAAAAADAo/HGxwU6sk0oY/s72-c/IMG_2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8919356365018122330</id><published>2011-09-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:37:17.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The County Fair</title><content type='html'>I love fairs!!! While we were home, the Schuylkill (skoo-kill) County  Fair was going on. The boys and I went with Tom's Mom and Dad and had a  great time! The last time I was there I was in high school, so it's been  awhile! Hahaha! I love everything about the fair. We saw the animals,  got to pet and feed the animals, had gyros for dinner, climbed on the  tractors and front end loaders, tried a fried oreo, didn't love the  fried oreo, went on a few rides, played a few games and finished off the  night with milkshakes from a local dairy. We had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petting the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ktg_x27PtRI/TmwNrdyNj6I/AAAAAAAAC-U/brg-ldbHlA4/s1600/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ktg_x27PtRI/TmwNrdyNj6I/AAAAAAAAC-U/brg-ldbHlA4/s400/IMG_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650906672823898018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was a little intimidated by this giant pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFsBJIhZG8Q/TmwNrLphxOI/AAAAAAAAC-M/ZnB_Q-lWiUg/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFsBJIhZG8Q/TmwNrLphxOI/AAAAAAAAC-M/ZnB_Q-lWiUg/s400/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650906667955635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more intimidated by this goat that was squealing for its buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EJ3OmFAow/TmwNqyewhaI/AAAAAAAAC-E/_gMm4KuxtDQ/s1600/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EJ3OmFAow/TmwNqyewhaI/AAAAAAAAC-E/_gMm4KuxtDQ/s400/IMG_1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650906661199578530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umpa and Ty feeding the goats in the petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K276MVyT2kI/TmwNqt0FCyI/AAAAAAAAC98/79QyCDx2hiI/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K276MVyT2kI/TmwNqt0FCyI/AAAAAAAAC98/79QyCDx2hiI/s400/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650906659946826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty cool petting zoo....it had a mini albino kangaroo, and Jack and MeMe got to feed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlZhqlwQgk/TmwMzzMsaII/AAAAAAAAC90/S8k6t_TSdEM/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlZhqlwQgk/TmwMzzMsaII/AAAAAAAAC90/S8k6t_TSdEM/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650905716499441794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milking the fake cow! hahaha! Love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul9ziX47btU/TmwNrk3TmKI/AAAAAAAAC-c/w2WPvN6FoeA/s1600/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul9ziX47btU/TmwNrk3TmKI/AAAAAAAAC-c/w2WPvN6FoeA/s400/IMG_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650906674724313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet little brotherly moment I got to witness! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERllLEkjm5A/TmwMzS10nYI/AAAAAAAAC9s/VQLD8ev5ZHU/s1600/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERllLEkjm5A/TmwMzS10nYI/AAAAAAAAC9s/VQLD8ev5ZHU/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650905707813576066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty would not pet the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aNhwoCLVJYk/TmwMy2E52iI/AAAAAAAAC9k/dlucgx9hJdE/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aNhwoCLVJYk/TmwMy2E52iI/AAAAAAAAC9k/dlucgx9hJdE/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650905700092205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after Jack's riding lesson, so he was so excited to pet another horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWwQWborVsQ/TmwMyjkbKiI/AAAAAAAAC9c/lr7-OzYri4A/s1600/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWwQWborVsQ/TmwMyjkbKiI/AAAAAAAAC9c/lr7-OzYri4A/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650905695124138530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie having a good time at the fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYIEydBNGXY/TmwMyVG9nhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/c01h2gLAJ1Q/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYIEydBNGXY/TmwMyVG9nhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/c01h2gLAJ1Q/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650905691242470930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tractors that they could climb on?? This place is better than Chuck E Cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7YHXBORLF0/TmwL2Vg9ZqI/AAAAAAAAC9M/hBhkjjLCklM/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7YHXBORLF0/TmwL2Vg9ZqI/AAAAAAAAC9M/hBhkjjLCklM/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650904660559357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blew their little minds....not only could they "drive" this tractor, but it had a street sweeper attachment on the front! You should have seen their faces! And yes, poor Ty had to settle for sitting on the floor of the cab. Jack was in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzRT192gz0U/TmwL2OS6k-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/npe1n6ZuvgE/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzRT192gz0U/TmwL2OS6k-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/npe1n6ZuvgE/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650904658621404130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, so yummy! Not as good as the Haci Babba place in Schweinfurt, but pretty darn good. And FYI, I only ate 1. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxijMTDBNk0/TmwL14DBauI/AAAAAAAAC88/IVPdjDrQYvA/s1600/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxijMTDBNk0/TmwL14DBauI/AAAAAAAAC88/IVPdjDrQYvA/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650904652649163490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack on the burlap slide. They said Ty was too little....not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9gUnob5IDk/TmwL1m06UTI/AAAAAAAAC80/GsJKXoJKeUc/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9gUnob5IDk/TmwL1m06UTI/AAAAAAAAC80/GsJKXoJKeUc/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650904648026575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing a shooting game with Umpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7DL5aHdSWg/TmwL1VuoUPI/AAAAAAAAC8s/hkOFXPa6SMY/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7DL5aHdSWg/TmwL1VuoUPI/AAAAAAAAC8s/hkOFXPa6SMY/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650904643436826866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8919356365018122330?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8919356365018122330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8919356365018122330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8919356365018122330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8919356365018122330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/county-fair.html' title='The County Fair'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ktg_x27PtRI/TmwNrdyNj6I/AAAAAAAAC-U/brg-ldbHlA4/s72-c/IMG_1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4084885271245976393</id><published>2011-09-06T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:23:26.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dottie</title><content type='html'>Jack had a solo adventure with Tom's Mom on our trip home. For his  birthday, (my baby turned 4 in August) Sandy, (AKA: Boobie/MeMe) took  Jack for a horseback riding lesson one day. He had an amazing time and  did really well. The thing I loved about this lesson was that he did  everything. It wasn't just a show up, hop on and ride, lesson. He got to  brush Dottie, clean her hooves, spray her down, feed her and everything  else that goes with caring for a horse. So cool. He's still talking  about it! Thanks MeMe and Umpa, Jack LOVED horseback riding, and I was  so jealous!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having Jack spin around on the saddle, she taught him how to mount the horse the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AocFWOJFd0Q/TmYQY04XdTI/AAAAAAAAC8c/MkhtMZsEBwM/s1600/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AocFWOJFd0Q/TmYQY04XdTI/AAAAAAAAC8c/MkhtMZsEBwM/s400/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649220801280832818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDP6EIjZ0JI/TmYQYxC9gLI/AAAAAAAAC8U/9GhWGSzZE_Y/s1600/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDP6EIjZ0JI/TmYQYxC9gLI/AAAAAAAAC8U/9GhWGSzZE_Y/s400/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649220800251527346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning her hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu_feGoZtP8/TmYQYpq-VfI/AAAAAAAAC8M/uP-1Tj6KoYo/s1600/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu_feGoZtP8/TmYQYpq-VfI/AAAAAAAAC8M/uP-1Tj6KoYo/s400/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649220798271870450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Dottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk2SjDzJNSs/TmYQZH6LjJI/AAAAAAAAC8k/SRxvN1Citig/s1600/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk2SjDzJNSs/TmYQZH6LjJI/AAAAAAAAC8k/SRxvN1Citig/s400/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649220806388714642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4084885271245976393?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4084885271245976393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4084885271245976393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4084885271245976393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4084885271245976393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/dottie.html' title='Dottie'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AocFWOJFd0Q/TmYQY04XdTI/AAAAAAAAC8c/MkhtMZsEBwM/s72-c/Jack%2Band%2Bhorses%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1297528153242956939</id><published>2011-09-03T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:39:29.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knoebels</title><content type='html'>While the boys and I were in PA we went to a local, old school, amusement park called&lt;a href="http://www.knoebels.com/"&gt; Knoebel's&lt;/a&gt;.  (Pronounced Ka-No-bels. This is important because their commercial has a  catchy tune saying...."Come have some ka-fun, ka-food and ka-fantasy at  Knoebels amusement resort." which we sang and mocked all day!) This place is a staple from where I grew  up. My Dad used to have his work picnics here every year. It's been  forever since I was there and it hasn't changed much at all and it was a  blast!!&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad, Aunt Lisa, and cousins Lexie and Ricky came  along too. The weather was rainy but it was the perfect day to go. There  were no lines so the kids got to ride their favorite rides over and  over again. Plus since we were wet from the log flume ride, what was a  little rain?? :-) Knoebel's is great because it's not expensive and  there's tons to do. It's basically a big park/camp ground with picnic  groves all over and it's free to get in. You can buy an all-ride pass,  or just use tickets per each  ride, you have the choice. So it's totally  affordable and the food is so yummy! I loved going here as a kid and it  was so much fun seeing Jack and Ty love every bit of it too, of course it helped that there was a ball pit and huge moon bounce. Bodie got  to sit this adventure out and spend the day with Tom's mom with the  weather being cruddy and the lack of 'brand new baby' rides there. :-)&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to my parents and most of the Jones' for hanging out with us on that rainy day. I was grateful that the boys had help on the rides thanks to Lex and Ricky!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great ka-time!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ball pit was cut out after 3 times because the lady sitting in the chair was the MEANEST ride attendant EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsttkG8HSnE/TmLdtZN7TfI/AAAAAAAAC60/hHUDkUR8Efk/s1600/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsttkG8HSnE/TmLdtZN7TfI/AAAAAAAAC60/hHUDkUR8Efk/s400/IMG_1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648320654609174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the log flume...the seating went...Jack, my Dad, Lexie and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47zmfEZ4eh0/TmLembwr9lI/AAAAAAAAC7c/tB2ivbBCdME/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47zmfEZ4eh0/TmLembwr9lI/AAAAAAAAC7c/tB2ivbBCdME/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648321634544383570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack loved it so we went again. Then my mom, Lisa and Ricky soaked us with the water guns. Not cool! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fWsxkkw7NE/TmLfo516lEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/h9-gG02DcSc/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fWsxkkw7NE/TmLfo516lEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/h9-gG02DcSc/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648322776490742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain No Beard. (earring and all....arrrr matey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09ddftl2UXw/TmLfpDuGNkI/AAAAAAAAC7s/VGtKNDHthmg/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09ddftl2UXw/TmLfpDuGNkI/AAAAAAAAC7s/VGtKNDHthmg/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648322779142305346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lisa joining in the pirate fun! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX_f8WULqvo/TmLfpSO-CdI/AAAAAAAAC78/fEKIt2aUmcw/s1600/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX_f8WULqvo/TmLfpSO-CdI/AAAAAAAAC78/fEKIt2aUmcw/s400/IMG_1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648322783038278098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't your favorite park have a frozen metal pole in it? That's right, it was a big ol' frozen ice ka-pole. Why ka-not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiOmn0dD4UM/TmLfpP0QNmI/AAAAAAAAC70/o2WhI-BU-k8/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiOmn0dD4UM/TmLfpP0QNmI/AAAAAAAAC70/o2WhI-BU-k8/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648322782389352034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack loved the bumper cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ObZu7jcawM/TmLfpsFHkoI/AAAAAAAAC8E/-EZbepx9z1Q/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ObZu7jcawM/TmLfpsFHkoI/AAAAAAAAC8E/-EZbepx9z1Q/s400/IMG_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648322789976281730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kozmo's so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMt1h1mZ1YA/TmLemUROn2I/AAAAAAAAC7U/cA_1DoLQIsA/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMt1h1mZ1YA/TmLemUROn2I/AAAAAAAAC7U/cA_1DoLQIsA/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648321632533389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain delay moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCFlWorTOUs/TmLel4bbJOI/AAAAAAAAC7M/_-vHcR9imJI/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCFlWorTOUs/TmLel4bbJOI/AAAAAAAAC7M/_-vHcR9imJI/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648321625059960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I squished on the little train ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sGzp_L4FmQ/TmLelthI6aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/OhMuC17wR5U/s1600/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sGzp_L4FmQ/TmLelthI6aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/OhMuC17wR5U/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648321622131141026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Tank just like their Dad used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t57Vn372cI/TmLelcJ5zLI/AAAAAAAAC68/7X3l7S-cxZo/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t57Vn372cI/TmLelcJ5zLI/AAAAAAAAC68/7X3l7S-cxZo/s400/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648321617470278834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's favorite ride! Ty wasn't a fan of the rides that went up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO3bCJqpKoI/TmLdtfc7wzI/AAAAAAAAC6s/RlIPAZAFDKA/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO3bCJqpKoI/TmLdtfc7wzI/AAAAAAAAC6s/RlIPAZAFDKA/s400/IMG_1391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648320656282731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GvnwYFmN4Y/TmLdtE3fgpI/AAAAAAAAC6k/wjU3YmInGU8/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GvnwYFmN4Y/TmLdtE3fgpI/AAAAAAAAC6k/wjU3YmInGU8/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648320649146368658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky and Jack on the helicopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI9EeV1WBUA/TmLds9LfBqI/AAAAAAAAC6c/YIigbSs4Ve8/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI9EeV1WBUA/TmLds9LfBqI/AAAAAAAAC6c/YIigbSs4Ve8/s400/IMG_1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648320647082739362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex and Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnoaH8ivZGw/TmLdsmHdftI/AAAAAAAAC6U/K2j2aBQEp44/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnoaH8ivZGw/TmLdsmHdftI/AAAAAAAAC6U/K2j2aBQEp44/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648320640891846354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1297528153242956939?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1297528153242956939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1297528153242956939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1297528153242956939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1297528153242956939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/knoebels.html' title='Knoebels'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsttkG8HSnE/TmLdtZN7TfI/AAAAAAAAC60/hHUDkUR8Efk/s72-c/IMG_1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-144037667405170126</id><published>2011-08-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:50:32.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night away then hittin' the road.</title><content type='html'>On July 30th Tom and I spent a night away from the kids. This was the  first night ever being away from Ty and Bodie, except when I had Bodie.  Tom's mom flew down and spent the night with the boys so we could go.  We're so lucky to have family that helps us out in big ways. Not only  did we need a baby sitter but we needed her to babysit 680 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;So  on that Saturday morning we drove 5 hours and got to Toledo just to  have enough time to get ready and head to the wedding. We met up with  fellow friends of ours from Germany that I haven't seen in 4 1/2 years.  It's crazy how we've all morphed into grown-ups over these last few  years. The last time I hung out with Bridget and Mike Kennedy, a time  before we all had kids, we went to a fest in Schweinfurt and Bridget and  I rode an awful carnie ride and where we screamed like little sissies  and almost lost our lunch. Hahah! Our old group has gotten together over  the years but we've never seemed to make it to the same event as them  so it was awesome to hang out again! And what better venue than Jason's  wedding!&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was outside on a golf course, and it was short,  sweet and so, so hot! I felt bad for the groomsmen in their suits!  Jason and Erin looked amazing and the wedding was beautiful! Who doesn't  love having a reason to get dressed up? I think it was the first time I  wore a fancy dress in 2 years. Plus I love seeing Tom in a tie. It's so  different from his uniform. :-) So congrats to Jason and Erin! I'm so  glad they let us celebrate with them and thanks to Sandy who let us have  the best date night we've had in a while! :-)&lt;br /&gt;After Tom and I got  home Sunday night I finished packing for our trip to PA. Sandy drove  there with me to help me with the kids and it was SOOOO needed! I'm  forever grateful that she helped me out! The kids benefited, I kept my  sanity and it was great having someone to talk to on the 14 hour drive!  The boys did amazing in the car. They are great travelers! And I love my  mini van! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at my parent's house. Jack and I shared  a room and I shared a room with Bodie. It worked out surprisingly well!  I wasn't too sure how Jack and Ty would be as roommates again, but they  did great. Plus I'm sure it helped that they were beyond exhausted  every night! Here's a few pictures from our first few days in PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tom's grandmother with Bodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1sjrFEALgs/Tlv6e3aJfoI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9pseSII1lPc/s1600/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1sjrFEALgs/Tlv6e3aJfoI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9pseSII1lPc/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381966015692418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Gramme Fels and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGD8ZdN4ZOg/Tlv6fWx35fI/AAAAAAAAC6M/-ESsWg-y3WE/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGD8ZdN4ZOg/Tlv6fWx35fI/AAAAAAAAC6M/-ESsWg-y3WE/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381974436701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping arrangements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBBrX77CcX8/Tlv57C65YNI/AAAAAAAAC50/j--t7NeZep8/s1600/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBBrX77CcX8/Tlv57C65YNI/AAAAAAAAC50/j--t7NeZep8/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381350630547666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie spun himself sideways every night in the Pack N Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48wzyIlRddc/Tlv56aPjVlI/AAAAAAAAC5c/-XxSRKyTtGA/s1600/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48wzyIlRddc/Tlv56aPjVlI/AAAAAAAAC5c/-XxSRKyTtGA/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381339711329874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were rides on Umpa's Zero-turn. (no worries, the blades were off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K95KqRxq1Ps/Tlv56yoW_sI/AAAAAAAAC5s/2zEs95YeZXI/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K95KqRxq1Ps/Tlv56yoW_sI/AAAAAAAAC5s/2zEs95YeZXI/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381346257829570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rdVhFtHqJs/Tlv56ti3nMI/AAAAAAAAC5k/-IZrFzNsv9Y/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rdVhFtHqJs/Tlv56ti3nMI/AAAAAAAAC5k/-IZrFzNsv9Y/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381344892624066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma's going to need a bigger chair the next time we're home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1enJw5OzIn8/Tlv57VCCqGI/AAAAAAAAC58/vui8yVIuZ8U/s1600/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1enJw5OzIn8/Tlv57VCCqGI/AAAAAAAAC58/vui8yVIuZ8U/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646381355492354146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-144037667405170126?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/144037667405170126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=144037667405170126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/144037667405170126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/144037667405170126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-away-then-hittin-road.html' title='A night away then hittin&apos; the road.'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1sjrFEALgs/Tlv6e3aJfoI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9pseSII1lPc/s72-c/IMG_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8663587342740115217</id><published>2011-08-28T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:58:06.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the blogger wagon</title><content type='html'>Once again I've fallen off the blogging wagon. I put it off and put it off a little longer and the next thing I know a month has gone by. And of course during that month tons of things happen. For example, the boys and I spent 2 weeks in PA and we had lots of fun adventures there! So just to say that I'm back on the blogging wagon, here's a quick video of Jack making a bubble snake. I saw this on the internet and it actually worked! Its a quick one but it will have to do until I have the chance to go through the 700 pictures I took while we were home! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XWyaxa4h-U" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XWyaxa4h-U" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XWyaxa4h-U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/2XWyaxa4h-U/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8663587342740115217?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8663587342740115217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8663587342740115217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8663587342740115217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8663587342740115217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-on-blogger-wagon.html' title='Back on the blogger wagon'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2980201311202710173</id><published>2011-07-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:54:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits</title><content type='html'>(**This is a long one, but there's lots of pics at the bottom!!**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been slowly getting back to normal here over the past few  weeks. Bodie hits 11 weeks old today. It's hard to believe he'll be 3  months old soon. I have these moments of sadness because I'm 99.9999%  certain he's our last baby and therefore have many thoughts like, "this  is the last time I'll have a 2 month old." Hahah! Self torturous....I  know. He has been an amazing baby and I'm getting close to finding my  "groove" again. Hahah! Not that I ever had this ship running like a well  oiled machine, but it ran fairly well.... most of the time. I like  schedules that are kept and a little bit of predictability. This week we  haven't left the house so we can get Bodie on our regular schedule. I  let him develop a habit of napping in the baby swing. We're heading to  PA for 2 weeks, next weekend, and I didn't want to have to take the  swing along with me. So breaking him of that habit was part of my  mission this week. After a few rough days, no more naps in the swing!  Yeah! He's been napping in his crib all week, and the time line is  better too. He now wakes up around 7:30am, goes back for his morning nap  at 8:30-9am, sleeps til around 11:30am. He then naps again with the big  boys from 1 to 3pm or 4pm. Then it's bath around 6 and bed around 7.  It's amazing how nice it is to have them all nap at the same time in the  afternoon. I can workout, shower, prep for dinner, hear myself  think.....hahahha! It's nice! We also have been working on him taking a  bottle. After weeks of refusing it, one night Tom tried again, and he  just took it like he's been doing it forever. Wwhhhheeewwwww! I was  worried about that one! Plus now Tom gets to help feed him which he  loves doing!&lt;br /&gt;      Of course, since we love chaos, Ty decided he  was ready for a big boy bed this week as well. He's been begging to  sleep in a bed forever and we've tried it a few times and he just stays  up and plays so he landed himself back in his crib. But last Thursday he  was throwing a full on hissy fit wanting to sleep in the bed at nap  time so I let him. Once again, it turned out to be a disaster. (We had  Jack and Ty sharing a room so Ty not sleeping = Jack not sleeping which  then = CRANKY boys!!!) So after around 30 minutes of going in and making  Ty lay back down I put him back in his crib. Well, he proved he was  part monkey because in 2.6 seconds he was up and over the side and his  tiny hiney was running back to the big boy bed. GAME OVER!!! So I waved  the white flag of motherhood and rearranged the guest room and that is  now where Ty is sleeping. I was pretty sure this would backfire in many  ways. Jack and Ty have been sleeping in the same room for months now. I  assumed they would miss each other. Apparently that is NOT the case. It  actually seems like the bed time routine has smoothed out a little. In  time, when Ty gets this -going right to bed- thing down, they'll be  roomies yet again. But for now our little set up is working and I'm so  proud of Ty!&lt;br /&gt;And we can't leave Jack out of the chaos either....we've  been trying to get him potty trained overnight too.He's 100% during the  day but doesn't always make it overnight. He's been wearing pull-ups to  bed for a while now and we think they're letting him be lazy. So last  week we used our last pull-up. There was a short period of time where he  was waking himself up to go through the night but it's been a long time  since he's done that. So when Tom and I head to bed we wake Jack up so  he can go to the bathroom one more time. It's been over a week and last  night was his first accident in his sleep. Poor guy! He's not waking  himself up when he needs to go but we're hoping by him not wearing a  pull up he'll get the idea. He really hates when his stuffed animals  need to get a "bath" so that should help too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;So putting Bodie on  a new schedule, getting him to take a bottle, Ty in a big boy bed, and  no more Pull-Ups for Jack has been what's keeping me busy lately. I feel  like I am starting to function normally again, and feeling human is  always nice! Hahaha! Tom and I are going to get to celebrate all these  feats of ours with a little R&amp;amp;R next weekend. We're heading to Ohio  for 24 hours, for a wedding for one of our close friends! Tom's mom is  flying down here to watch the boys for us. The last time I was away from  my family was when I was pregnant with Ty and working in CA. I had a  business trip in NC for a week. So this will be the first time I'm away  from Ty and Bo overnight. I'm a little nervous, only because Bodie's so  little and Ty's pretty stubborn. I know Sandy is highly qualified,  having raised 3 boys of her own, but I just hope the boys are good for  her. I'm so excited about the wedding! Not only will it be great to see  our friends get married but I get to wear a dress and makeup and NAIL  POLISH!!! I've rediscovered a love of nail polish! hahhahaah! Its really  the little things!!! Then after the wedding, the boys and I are going  to head to PA for 2 weeks so every one can meet Bodie. Sandy is going to  ride with me to help with my traveling circus! HAhaha! Then my mom's  going to help me drive back to KY and fly back to PA. I'm so grateful to  have our parents! I can only imagine how it would be trying to get into  a bathroom stall with 3 children at some scary rest stop in West  Virginia on the way home. Hahaha! Like I said....SOOOOOO Grateful!!&lt;br /&gt;So that's the latest and greatest from here. It all doesn't sound exciting but in our little world it is! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Head-Bandz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi6dVFVtY8E/TimbpQGsxxI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Oj1-hDaEGqM/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi6dVFVtY8E/TimbpQGsxxI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Oj1-hDaEGqM/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203942003525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered the "Instagram" App for my phone...love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IumvuTJGorE/TimbffzBNtI/AAAAAAAAC48/NkDTRd-xD0Y/s1600/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IumvuTJGorE/TimbffzBNtI/AAAAAAAAC48/NkDTRd-xD0Y/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203774417254098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't Ty stick his head in the Bumbo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDoXGn1h3Y/TimbfGt7erI/AAAAAAAAC40/N7VvBaou2So/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDoXGn1h3Y/TimbfGt7erI/AAAAAAAAC40/N7VvBaou2So/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203767685020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys (instagramed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeI7SPXx1Bs/TimbeugnOdI/AAAAAAAAC4s/jTknIbic0mE/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeI7SPXx1Bs/TimbeugnOdI/AAAAAAAAC4s/jTknIbic0mE/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203761186716114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and our neighbor Brook's hermit crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCQ2cDFOMHE/Timbed6V1RI/AAAAAAAAC4k/1md6HI8eUbA/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCQ2cDFOMHE/Timbed6V1RI/AAAAAAAAC4k/1md6HI8eUbA/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203756731225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recliner is no longer big enough!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Oxb1AJYkzE/TimbfnE9_mI/AAAAAAAAC5E/HPdbSgwC20Q/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Oxb1AJYkzE/TimbfnE9_mI/AAAAAAAAC5E/HPdbSgwC20Q/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203776371588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double decker bus tour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yk6FyGtAZxo/Tima43gP07I/AAAAAAAAC4U/C871dbObKjM/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yk6FyGtAZxo/Tima43gP07I/AAAAAAAAC4U/C871dbObKjM/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203110766072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty LOVES holding Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aNWXm75SsY/Tima4otzunI/AAAAAAAAC4M/V61O1yfdNBg/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aNWXm75SsY/Tima4otzunI/AAAAAAAAC4M/V61O1yfdNBg/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203106796419698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting the snow boots in 115* weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZgnNO19GeE/Tima4Y3hNkI/AAAAAAAAC4E/-oz8UD6G9Pc/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZgnNO19GeE/Tima4Y3hNkI/AAAAAAAAC4E/-oz8UD6G9Pc/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203102542181954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so smiley! He was trying to fit both hands in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nT6YCTT77k/Tima4DOgpxI/AAAAAAAAC38/kdt0U3ghhxw/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nT6YCTT77k/Tima4DOgpxI/AAAAAAAAC38/kdt0U3ghhxw/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203096733034258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love instagram!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNTacWaBhHI/Tima5Jv9FNI/AAAAAAAAC4c/So8AQ_IMUQc/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNTacWaBhHI/Tima5Jv9FNI/AAAAAAAAC4c/So8AQ_IMUQc/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632203115663791314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2980201311202710173?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2980201311202710173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2980201311202710173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2980201311202710173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2980201311202710173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/tid-bits.html' title='Tid Bits'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi6dVFVtY8E/TimbpQGsxxI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Oj1-hDaEGqM/s72-c/IMG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2419254901268366272</id><published>2011-07-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:55:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week with Oma &amp; Pop Pop</title><content type='html'>My Mom and Dad (AKA: Oma and Pop Pop) drove down from PA to spend some  time with us last week. This was the first time that they got to see  Bodie, who is 2 months old today. We had such a great week! The weather  was great here, no rain, hot and sunny. We spent a lot of time in the  kiddie pool and running through the sprinkler toy. We went to the zoo  one day, I was pretty sure I started to melt walking around there. It  was HOT. We tried to cut it a little short but we couldn't  leave without Jack seeing the vampire bats and snakes. Jack has that place  memorized and knew that we walked right by the herpaquarium. He could be  a tour guide there for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all fun and games though,  my poor parent's definitely earned their stay. They spruced up the  outside of our house too. We got rid of mulch and some grass and laid  rock and planted some more trees around the front of the house. It looks  really great and I'm so appreciative of their help! Having 3 crazy boys  hasn't helped me be very productive on many days to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half  way through the week my mom and I sent my Dad and Tom to Chicago for  the weekend for their Father's Day gifts. They got to see 2 baseball  games at Wrigley. For one of the games they had seats 8 rows behind the  SF Giants dugout. I was really jealous!! They had a great time, other  than getting caught in a torrential down pour at Navy Pier one night.  And my mom and I had a blast being entertained by the 3 monkeys. Jack  even got to go to another movie with my Mom. They saw Cars 2 and he  loved it! (a whole bag a twizzlers and all...hhahhahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of  course I've spent this week detoxing the boys from the attention they  had with Oma and Pop Pop. They were definitely spoiled! All the boys had  to do was say "Oma" and my mom was melting all over them! Hahah!! I wish we could see family more often!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks  Mom and Dad for spending the week with us! We had a great time! I love  that we're at least close enough to drive to see each other now. The 3  boys and I will be heading to PA in a few weeks to visit everyone else  and we can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HOT, so there was a lot of time in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkR1P0vynuE/ThYJcsRqQeI/AAAAAAAAC28/UI5vp626IEo/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkR1P0vynuE/ThYJcsRqQeI/AAAAAAAAC28/UI5vp626IEo/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626695172972233186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbbLRMTrRo/ThYIR4DAg7I/AAAAAAAAC2M/VFlVOWTNJBE/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbbLRMTrRo/ThYIR4DAg7I/AAAAAAAAC2M/VFlVOWTNJBE/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693887641813938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9ALSySTOV8/ThYIRryD6DI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Q-O67sGhgXk/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9ALSySTOV8/ThYIRryD6DI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Q-O67sGhgXk/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693884349507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day at the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd24RJ3l5IU/ThYJa-qjkrI/AAAAAAAAC2s/DHOwoCmfza0/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd24RJ3l5IU/ThYJa-qjkrI/AAAAAAAAC2s/DHOwoCmfza0/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626695143548752562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbWZPboAdls/ThYISdfa2hI/AAAAAAAAC2U/NATKbPEC_z0/s1600/IMG_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbWZPboAdls/ThYISdfa2hI/AAAAAAAAC2U/NATKbPEC_z0/s400/IMG_1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693897693092370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW_eW1fN0o/ThYISygvGwI/AAAAAAAAC2c/n8Gb1XQ7ak8/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW_eW1fN0o/ThYISygvGwI/AAAAAAAAC2c/n8Gb1XQ7ak8/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693903335758594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INcGzrItSRc/ThYITX0CkyI/AAAAAAAAC2k/-qGZQ3Vvemk/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INcGzrItSRc/ThYITX0CkyI/AAAAAAAAC2k/-qGZQ3Vvemk/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693913348838178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so proud of his red dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Scq1FLCNT0/ThYJb_9C9lI/AAAAAAAAC20/YNLxwrWn9vE/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Scq1FLCNT0/ThYJb_9C9lI/AAAAAAAAC20/YNLxwrWn9vE/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626695161074611794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie passed out on Oma, and Ty couldn't let him have all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOxfy9KfRnE/ThYHeeF2QmI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PVa88vu7tD4/s1600/P6308520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOxfy9KfRnE/ThYHeeF2QmI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PVa88vu7tD4/s400/P6308520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693004501074530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmxqhOCBcx0/ThYHd7Be_kI/AAAAAAAAC1c/MwVNW0F2iUc/s1600/P6308489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmxqhOCBcx0/ThYHd7Be_kI/AAAAAAAAC1c/MwVNW0F2iUc/s400/P6308489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626692995087531586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and Pop Pop brought a sprinkler toy along...it was a huge hit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX93tvuYw_Y/ThYGArNkXYI/AAAAAAAAC1E/tuGXcI2FdHQ/s1600/P6258439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX93tvuYw_Y/ThYGArNkXYI/AAAAAAAAC1E/tuGXcI2FdHQ/s400/P6258439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626691393115413890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyOEyjD5CaM/ThYF-BvWoFI/AAAAAAAAC08/-_cv0e0P5aA/s1600/P6258424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyOEyjD5CaM/ThYF-BvWoFI/AAAAAAAAC08/-_cv0e0P5aA/s400/P6258424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626691347623092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a story and popsicles with Pop Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SINpCKXWVCM/ThYF96LZG_I/AAAAAAAAC00/6_uLg4kXSHs/s1600/P6258416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SINpCKXWVCM/ThYF96LZG_I/AAAAAAAAC00/6_uLg4kXSHs/s400/P6258416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626691345593211890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Oma with the landscaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY_xHx458qQ/ThYGD6ZbsOI/AAAAAAAAC1U/z4V5G6T_hRw/s1600/P6268452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY_xHx458qQ/ThYGD6ZbsOI/AAAAAAAAC1U/z4V5G6T_hRw/s400/P6268452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626691448731316450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Mulch!!! Hello pretty rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiD3Qk7JK5c/ThYLNZzpcRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/uuDi3iT8UgI/s1600/P7058543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiD3Qk7JK5c/ThYLNZzpcRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/uuDi3iT8UgI/s400/P7058543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626697109339730194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o2sZsISpxuE/ThYLOBHXxSI/AAAAAAAAC3M/P3-MxH_sowA/s1600/P7058542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o2sZsISpxuE/ThYLOBHXxSI/AAAAAAAAC3M/P3-MxH_sowA/s400/P7058542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626697119891440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more fun than real wheel barrow rides??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv7GVRMhOyY/ThYGDTI-prI/AAAAAAAAC1M/wjGx7-Kmvuk/s1600/P6268444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv7GVRMhOyY/ThYGDTI-prI/AAAAAAAAC1M/wjGx7-Kmvuk/s400/P6268444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626691438193321650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty would NOT cooperate for pictures on the morning my parents left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doXHbNuW3_M/ThYHfA-n9qI/AAAAAAAAC1s/L2rxldSTCpo/s1600/P7028526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doXHbNuW3_M/ThYHfA-n9qI/AAAAAAAAC1s/L2rxldSTCpo/s400/P7028526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693013866018466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ty running away from the camera! My bribe of M&amp;amp;Ms didn't even work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHq5Ymo3hLg/ThYHgXz8s9I/AAAAAAAAC18/6l4L-ohKUcc/s1600/P7028529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHq5Ymo3hLg/ThYHgXz8s9I/AAAAAAAAC18/6l4L-ohKUcc/s400/P7028529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693037175124946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ty-less group shot! He's so stubborn! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mH6-Aj7h-FI/ThYHfe9fqaI/AAAAAAAAC10/qRerRSqVjg4/s1600/P7028531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mH6-Aj7h-FI/ThYHfe9fqaI/AAAAAAAAC10/qRerRSqVjg4/s400/P7028531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626693021914343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2419254901268366272?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2419254901268366272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2419254901268366272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2419254901268366272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2419254901268366272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-with-oma-pop-pop.html' title='A week with Oma &amp; Pop Pop'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkR1P0vynuE/ThYJcsRqQeI/AAAAAAAAC28/UI5vp626IEo/s72-c/IMG_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1305393214356257761</id><published>2011-07-03T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:29:32.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing set</title><content type='html'>The boys got a swing set for their birthdays. I've been looking at play sets for MONTHS trying to pick the right one and of course get a good deal. (Thank you to Boobie and Umpa, and Uncle Tim and also to Wal-mart and your free Site to Store shipping!) It's insane how expensive it can be to buy one that comes with installation, which was a bummer. So the task fell to Tom to build it. Poor Tom, for not being that guy who loves tools he's had to build a lot of things lately. I helped with a few parts but 95% of it was Tom. He did a great job too. Since it was raining here when the play set came in, he built most of it in parts in the garage. Then we moved the big pieces outside and assembled it into 2 big parts. When my parents came into town last weekend they helped us move it to it's final location and put it all together. My mom even added some accessories to the swing set, a telescope, a wheel and a swinging Tarzan bar. The boys LOVE it, and I love it because it's right there in our back yard and we don't have to pack up everyone and find a playground. The highlight for Jack is going down the slide first thing in the morning when it's still covered in dew. He flies down the slide like a rocket and finds it hysterical when he launches himself about 5 feet away from the normal landing spot. Ty loves climbing up the ladder. He's up and down that thing constantly. It's definitely a good addition to the yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMHCMidj6lQ/ThB5x5n1jlI/AAAAAAAAC0s/81GaDRyu-2A/s1600/P6238396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMHCMidj6lQ/ThB5x5n1jlI/AAAAAAAAC0s/81GaDRyu-2A/s400/P6238396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625129832774209106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQsmIzq1XtU/ThB5xuUi_pI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3JyS_fkj8iM/s1600/P6238397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQsmIzq1XtU/ThB5xuUi_pI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3JyS_fkj8iM/s400/P6238397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625129829740510866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9rb0_vpwEk/ThB5xKzKCrI/AAAAAAAAC0c/fkRfDdYmpj8/s1600/P6238402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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He doesn't feel that old to me. My days seem to be flying by.  He's such a great baby! Tom and I have been very blessed with our kiddos. They're great eaters and sleepers. Sleep is so  important!! Hahah! Jack slept through the night at 6 weeks, Ty was at 8  weeks and Bodie wins with starting to sleep through the night at 5  weeks! I feel like he's been consistent enough that I can talk about it out  loud without jinxing it! (but I'm still going to knock on wood!) Bodie  goes to bed around 10 or 10:30 and will usually wake up between  6-7am. I really don't know how we got so lucky! His day time schedule is  pretty great too. He's usually up for about an hour and half and is  napping for 3-4 hours in between.&lt;br /&gt;Bo's also starting to get a little  personality too. He has an amazing smile! Of course I haven't been able  to capture his big smiles on camera yet, but I did get a few little  ones. His feet and shoulders are ticklish. He LOVES bath time and  staring at himself in the mirror. He always calms right down when Tom  holds him and seems to really like being outside. Like every newborn, he  knows exactly when I'm about to eat dinner because he wakes up  screaming. hahahah! He definitely wants to be fed ASAP when he wakes up  and his angry cry is pretty scary. And just like Jack...he loves the  swing!&lt;br /&gt;Bo is a great baby! He's let me feel like a human again pretty  quickly. I've been fortunate too because I didn't have any postpartum  blues with him. I had them with Ty and Jack. I didn't realize that it  could be possible to not feel all crazy and sad after having a baby. I  thought it was how you were supposed to feel after giving birth and  letting your hormones balance out. But I never had the down moments  after Bodie. It's been really great not having anxiety attacks and  crying to Tom every night for weeks. I'm not quite sure how he put up  with me after we had the first 2 boys. He is such an amazing husband and  Dad!! Tom-I love you and thank you for everything you do and put up  with around here! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Bo (Ty was napping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpwrbG-mhAM/TgHxnuEyIoI/AAAAAAAACzM/dApJ7xwKhQM/s1600/P6208357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpwrbG-mhAM/TgHxnuEyIoI/AAAAAAAACzM/dApJ7xwKhQM/s400/P6208357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621039474620375682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsDTRfg0Kpc/TgHxnTJ1MFI/AAAAAAAACzE/v05swlsWqmI/s1600/P6208393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsDTRfg0Kpc/TgHxnTJ1MFI/AAAAAAAACzE/v05swlsWqmI/s400/P6208393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621039467393790034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His common serious face. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiNBSdzM_u8/TgHxoImuSjI/AAAAAAAACzU/9wPypzwt0os/s1600/P6208391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiNBSdzM_u8/TgHxoImuSjI/AAAAAAAACzU/9wPypzwt0os/s400/P6208391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621039481742051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Ty wasn't available for the new Bodie pictures here's 2 videos of Ty holding Bodie the other day. The first one is just Ty being entertaining. We've been trying to get him to roll his tongue. When we asked him to stick out his tongue he just keeps his lips closed and hums, like his tongue was really sticking out. Of course when I'm videoing him he does it right. Hahah! Then the 2nd video is of how he wouldn't give Bodie back to me without putting up a fight. He had a bear hug of a hold on him too. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCsP1nfPc10?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCsP1nfPc10?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wR9BXMkz4RU?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wR9BXMkz4RU?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3873804489338893963?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb4e9ef8f4ddc86a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3873804489338893963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3873804489338893963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3873804489338893963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3873804489338893963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/06/6-weeksalmost.html' title='7 weeks....almost'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpwrbG-mhAM/TgHxnuEyIoI/AAAAAAAACzM/dApJ7xwKhQM/s72-c/P6208357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2979041204876703677</id><published>2011-06-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:18:12.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone fishing...</title><content type='html'>Tom and I took the boys fishing for the first time yesterday. We met one of Tom's   co-workers at a little lake in E-town. I haven't been fishing in over 20   years and I believe the same goes for Tom. We had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The   super hot weather broke here over the weekend so it was a cool 80   degrees and overcast which was nice. Ty wasn't into fishing so much but   throwing rocks into the spill way was all he needed. Jack fished for   awhile and actually caught a blue gill. His attention span didn't last   too long. He'd cast his line, then go help Ty throw rocks then when   something bit, he'd come running back to reel it in. His little   Transformers fishing rod did pretty well. I think Jack's favorite thing   was making friends with the worms. Hahahah! He would dig a worm out of   the container, play with him for a little bit then give him a new home   in the cup holder of the folding chair. One time I looked and there  were  4 worms in the cup holder. I was actually really surprised that he  was  all over the worms like he was. Ty's more fearless than Jack, but  not  when it came to the worms or even the fish. Jack touched all the  fish we  caught and even threw back a few of the blue gills. I was  pretty proud  of him. He does have a huge interest in all kinds of  animals and bugs.  He had a great time! Ty loved helping me reel in the  line but would take  off when we'd catch a fish. He wouldn't hold a worm  either but did  spend about 20 minutes chasing and picking up ants. Of  course he was as  gentle as a 2 year old could be so my apologies to  that ant colony. :-)  Tom started out a little rough with his first cast  going straight into a  tree and having to break his line free.  hahahaha! He did redeem himself  though. First off, he surprised me with  baiting his own hook. If anyone  knows Tom....he doesn't do well with  needles. I don't think he could  let his boys see their mom hook a worm  and not their dad. Hahahah! So  this was a pretty big deal. Of course he  was also the lucky fisherman of  the day with the biggest catch. He  caught a large mouth bass that was  around 18 inches long.  I caught a  large mouth as well but it jumped off  my line as I was about to pull it  onto the dock. Bummer! Those were the  only bass we saw, everything  else we caught were little blue gills. We  threw everything back but I  think Tom would have mounted that bass he  caught if we kept him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great day! I can't wait for all of us to go fishing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie letting me know he wanted to fish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6BS0R2cgMI/TfZtO2DVzuI/AAAAAAAACy0/Y7mmAj2rNKQ/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6BS0R2cgMI/TfZtO2DVzuI/AAAAAAAACy0/Y7mmAj2rNKQ/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797686986395362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepping the rods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y66Y0PeiPIw/TfZtPaCZvuI/AAAAAAAACy8/7dohUa0db04/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y66Y0PeiPIw/TfZtPaCZvuI/AAAAAAAACy8/7dohUa0db04/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797696646135522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an6Ar8UyiiI/TfZsqIcvqjI/AAAAAAAACyk/_8NlSg9emik/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an6Ar8UyiiI/TfZsqIcvqjI/AAAAAAAACyk/_8NlSg9emik/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797056269625906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty picking up ants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpQqJUctQpk/TfZspx-RuAI/AAAAAAAACyc/huG4oMpk8o8/s1600/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpQqJUctQpk/TfZspx-RuAI/AAAAAAAACyc/huG4oMpk8o8/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797050236254210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooking the worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sBUGAkVZto/TfZspjDe_lI/AAAAAAAACyU/cQaDucMeHSw/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sBUGAkVZto/TfZspjDe_lI/AAAAAAAACyU/cQaDucMeHSw/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797046231563858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's first cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef0Ng3AuCwQ/TfZspMydv9I/AAAAAAAACyM/Ou13f2ZRiYE/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef0Ng3AuCwQ/TfZspMydv9I/AAAAAAAACyM/Ou13f2ZRiYE/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617797040254599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ty helping me reel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uz6SiXxkugw/TfZreHv_HSI/AAAAAAAACx8/_sm0sFdFDsA/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uz6SiXxkugw/TfZreHv_HSI/AAAAAAAACx8/_sm0sFdFDsA/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795750411836706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's alter ego...Elton John having a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wpsb1dTmQA/TfZrd7zeGhI/AAAAAAAACx0/IvkEInjYKcQ/s1600/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wpsb1dTmQA/TfZrd7zeGhI/AAAAAAAACx0/IvkEInjYKcQ/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795747205224978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first catch....and Ty's snack all over his sweet little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trQqUXlyCV0/TfZrdSuLMNI/AAAAAAAACxs/RJSPwhIqtX4/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trQqUXlyCV0/TfZrdSuLMNI/AAAAAAAACxs/RJSPwhIqtX4/s400/IMG_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795736177160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jack's face in this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yTvvzfw-2Q/TfZrdKQTWGI/AAAAAAAACxk/m03-ew9XNSc/s1600/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yTvvzfw-2Q/TfZrdKQTWGI/AAAAAAAACxk/m03-ew9XNSc/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795733904382050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend Wormie #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugX4PFXzrvo/TfZreUtxlAI/AAAAAAAACyE/uRNNrYZkIuQ/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugX4PFXzrvo/TfZreUtxlAI/AAAAAAAACyE/uRNNrYZkIuQ/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617795753892221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's big catch. Can you tell how excited he was??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCt9Gj2exyw/TfZqmpW2iHI/AAAAAAAACxU/a4rQFEJa9bw/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCt9Gj2exyw/TfZqmpW2iHI/AAAAAAAACxU/a4rQFEJa9bw/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617794797360547954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's big catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYz593BxnBg/TfZql25p2_I/AAAAAAAACxE/jxlSPEY12BA/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYz593BxnBg/TfZql25p2_I/AAAAAAAACxE/jxlSPEY12BA/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617794783816309746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were recapping the day's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjM5iv6tbYg/TfZqlo7ozBI/AAAAAAAACw8/wxmVKJCgQHE/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjM5iv6tbYg/TfZqlo7ozBI/AAAAAAAACw8/wxmVKJCgQHE/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617794780066532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2979041204876703677?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2979041204876703677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2979041204876703677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2979041204876703677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2979041204876703677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone fishing...'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6BS0R2cgMI/TfZtO2DVzuI/AAAAAAAACy0/Y7mmAj2rNKQ/s72-c/IMG_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-773731301695595485</id><published>2011-06-12T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T05:37:00.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago we went to a little carnival in town. It was pretty small and not too crowded which was nice. It was also one of those carnivals where you don't get on the big rides, all the games are a rip but it was something to do that got us out of the house and they had funnel cakes. Hahhahaah! It felt good to get out of the house and the boys had a great time going on all the kiddie rides. Jack had a little break down when we couldn't win him the gigantic stuffed snake at the ring toss game, but we took the experience as a life lesson. Hhahahaah! Bodie had fun in his stroller and Ty loved going down the slide on the burlap sack and throwing rings at the bottles (he helped us not win the big stuffed snake) But I think the highlight for Jack and Ty was their first candy apples! 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I can't believe he's 2 years old already! I  seriously have no idea where the last two years have gone. Time just  seems to be flying by and I want everything to slow down! :-) Happy Birthday Titus!! You are total entertainment day in and day out! It's amazing how you've grown over the last year and I can't see what you get to accomplish next! WE LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's obsessed with Elmo right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oThzvbQYqEU/TehBCK2080I/AAAAAAAACwQ/H4rxUZsYM-I/s1600/P6018256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oThzvbQYqEU/TehBCK2080I/AAAAAAAACwQ/H4rxUZsYM-I/s400/P6018256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613808441047184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJmtPWQNK8c/TehBBzfejzI/AAAAAAAACwI/8A48e2yBpPU/s1600/P6018260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJmtPWQNK8c/TehBBzfejzI/AAAAAAAACwI/8A48e2yBpPU/s400/P6018260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613808434775232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2yqtObPY3Q/TehBBu6RmiI/AAAAAAAACwA/NzqG0l9GkXI/s1600/P6018268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2yqtObPY3Q/TehBBu6RmiI/AAAAAAAACwA/NzqG0l9GkXI/s400/P6018268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613808433545452066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie wasn't having the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-406ghIoDXh4/TehBCUAnPBI/AAAAAAAACwY/ZDnn9LZid7Y/s1600/P6018254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-406ghIoDXh4/TehBCUAnPBI/AAAAAAAACwY/ZDnn9LZid7Y/s400/P6018254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613808443504147474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or 3 hats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAZX0U_jloc/TehBBTnQriI/AAAAAAAACv4/fd7u5RLIunM/s1600/P6018291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAZX0U_jloc/TehBBTnQriI/AAAAAAAACv4/fd7u5RLIunM/s400/P6018291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613808426217942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was more than happy to help Ty with his cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eS8zkOJjT0I/TehAAiaEElI/AAAAAAAACvw/H5AU3C9VeCA/s1600/P6018298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eS8zkOJjT0I/TehAAiaEElI/AAAAAAAACvw/H5AU3C9VeCA/s400/P6018298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613807313497625170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num Num!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEQqiUee8ac/TehAASrwT_I/AAAAAAAACvo/5ut3VkzmZZo/s1600/P6018301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEQqiUee8ac/TehAASrwT_I/AAAAAAAACvo/5ut3VkzmZZo/s400/P6018301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613807309276860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnIPYr_eoK0/Teg__39gBLI/AAAAAAAACvg/KdfdzeKezX0/s1600/P6018306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnIPYr_eoK0/Teg__39gBLI/AAAAAAAACvg/KdfdzeKezX0/s400/P6018306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613807302103532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In deep conversation about cake and how to open presents. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5_PXtnDhGk/Teg__2QXZPI/AAAAAAAACvY/UqUDn4XpW0U/s1600/P6018309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5_PXtnDhGk/Teg__2QXZPI/AAAAAAAACvY/UqUDn4XpW0U/s400/P6018309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613807301645788402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With NEVER seeing any Spider Man cartoons or movies, he really loves Spider Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl9KNBC4jw8/Teg__TWQCBI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YEB04KpVmuk/s1600/P6018338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl9KNBC4jw8/Teg__TWQCBI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YEB04KpVmuk/s400/P6018338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613807292275230738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2660818365131396882?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2660818365131396882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2660818365131396882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2660818365131396882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2660818365131396882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-titus.html' title='Happy Birthday Titus!!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oThzvbQYqEU/TehBCK2080I/AAAAAAAACwQ/H4rxUZsYM-I/s72-c/P6018256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7771506530949105030</id><published>2011-05-27T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:51:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain drops</title><content type='html'>When you can't beat 'em, join 'em!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our weather has been so cruddy lately we all have cabin fever. The other day I spent an hour preparing our basement with all the essentials because the terrible storm that went through Joplin was heading our way. Thankfully the tornadoes missed us! Yesterday we had some more rain without thunder and lightning. Jack made a request and so we played in the rain. Ty really wasn't a big fan. Jack had a blast though! He even made a "leaf boat" and was floating it down the "river". The "river" being the drainage ditch in the front of our house. Hahaha! 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Of course I think he was more excited about getting a Spider Man Helmet that came with a matching bike horn. (Oh how we loathe that bike horn!!!!) He really does love his bike though. He does pretty well riding it too. He got the hang of the pedal brakes pretty quickly which I was impressed with. His biggest challenge is paying attention to where he's going. Hahaha! He gets distracted by that dang horn, his shadow and watching his feet pedal. hahahah! A few days ago he was out riding with our neighbor's son and Jack crashed into the drainage ditch. The good thing was he hopped right up and got back on the bike! 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Jack must  ask us 100 times a day if he can hold Bodie. Ty is constantly walking  around saying, "Baby Bo?", looking for him, wondering where he is when  he's napping. Jack's new favorite saying is, "isn't it fun having a new  baby brother?" Of course our response is...."it sure is, especially at 3am."  hahah! They absolutely LOVE being big and bigger brothers! I wasn't sure how Ty would be and if Jack would act out in any way with the attention diverted away from him, but they've been amazing! Jack is my super helper and Ty just gives Bodie kisses and pets his head all day. I love seeing them interact with each other. I think Bodie even knows how lucky he is already. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILuI4KkEkCs/TdMXDbp6l0I/AAAAAAAACuY/5uhuxibzXC4/s1600/P5098165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILuI4KkEkCs/TdMXDbp6l0I/AAAAAAAACuY/5uhuxibzXC4/s400/P5098165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607851308737009474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVyhBqNw-VM/TdMXDIfluAI/AAAAAAAACuQ/7EmHkznmFv4/s1600/P5098162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVyhBqNw-VM/TdMXDIfluAI/AAAAAAAACuQ/7EmHkznmFv4/s400/P5098162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607851303593424898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QSB-EY2TYw/TdMXC3N3vhI/AAAAAAAACuI/0kvbbvxfJM8/s1600/P5098157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QSB-EY2TYw/TdMXC3N3vhI/AAAAAAAACuI/0kvbbvxfJM8/s400/P5098157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607851298955705874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tGhbYStbg/TdMXCQ2QIoI/AAAAAAAACuA/U4TJyZSxTYU/s1600/P5168222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tGhbYStbg/TdMXCQ2QIoI/AAAAAAAACuA/U4TJyZSxTYU/s400/P5168222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607851288656093826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4JJpmej2ja4/TdMXCIN4HKI/AAAAAAAACt4/ZXgyoNFGltU/s1600/P5168220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4JJpmej2ja4/TdMXCIN4HKI/AAAAAAAACt4/ZXgyoNFGltU/s400/P5168220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607851286339263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1544296948787267109?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1544296948787267109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1544296948787267109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1544296948787267109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1544296948787267109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-brother-and-bigger-brother.html' title='Big Brother and Bigger Brother'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILuI4KkEkCs/TdMXDbp6l0I/AAAAAAAACuY/5uhuxibzXC4/s72-c/P5098165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8698903399627832957</id><published>2011-05-14T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:17:46.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boys</title><content type='html'>So here are all of our babies as tiny babies. It's so crazy to me how they all look so much alike. Jack and Ty definitely resembled each other when they were born. Of course now they look very different. Jack's got the olive skin tone, brown eyes, darker hair. Ty's fair complected, and a blondie with blue eyes.  At first when we saw Bodie we thought he looked exactly like Ty as a newborn.  But as a few days passed his face morphed into Jack's as a baby, at least we think so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jack.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Rg_I5b7lw/Tc7r1i3lIjI/AAAAAAAACts/WanIIegKM2o/s1600/ry%25253D480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Rg_I5b7lw/Tc7r1i3lIjI/AAAAAAAACts/WanIIegKM2o/s400/ry%25253D480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677891248366130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ2qpVP2YSs/Tc7r1um_usI/AAAAAAAACtk/YmTeJ7udHL0/s1600/100_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ2qpVP2YSs/Tc7r1um_usI/AAAAAAAACtk/YmTeJ7udHL0/s400/100_5589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677894400031426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bodie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5606678556025521026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/Tc7scPWzg4I/AAAAAAAACt0/4QS4Zjvoyy0/s288/1.jpg" style="margin: 5px; width: 271px; height: 362px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8698903399627832957?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8698903399627832957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8698903399627832957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8698903399627832957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8698903399627832957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-boys.html' title='Baby Boys'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Rg_I5b7lw/Tc7r1i3lIjI/AAAAAAAACts/WanIIegKM2o/s72-c/ry%25253D480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7346698775019397867</id><published>2011-05-10T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:34:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome....</title><content type='html'>On Friday, May 6th, Boden Davis McMurtrie came into this world. Bodie arrived at 9:52am at a whopping 9 pounds. I'll save the crazy details of my labor for the next blog! Here's a ton of pictures to tie everyone over! Welcome to the world Bodie!! We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250021843265730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZMm036MI/AAAAAAAACtQ/hMxCjBNM90s/s288/0.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" border="0" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250040492891490"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZNsTSnWI/AAAAAAAACtg/d-r_zDeVtFY/s288/1.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" border="0" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250026123072226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250034664007090"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZNWlk5bI/AAAAAAAACtY/WgrCV_Sb8GQ/s288/3.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" border="0" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250033300310930"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZNRgci5I/AAAAAAAACtc/z2iBWSpEiwU/s288/2.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" border="0" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250026123072226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZM2xQkuI/AAAAAAAACtU/QHdWTL02jQ4/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" border="0" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5605250040492891490"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtll4O9ldg/TcnWTuatpRI/AAAAAAAACtI/ymXv6APrJyw/s1600/P5078148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_FmxCqrJ9o/TcnWSwxTpNI/AAAAAAAACsw/1sxDPSQI1xE/s400/P5058135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246829056992466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5Tw70E2jRM/TcnWShMNGSI/AAAAAAAACso/ZDJFjyf3eAs/s1600/P5058129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5Tw70E2jRM/TcnWShMNGSI/AAAAAAAACso/ZDJFjyf3eAs/s400/P5058129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246824874842402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7346698775019397867?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7346698775019397867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7346698775019397867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7346698775019397867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7346698775019397867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome....'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcnZMm036MI/AAAAAAAACtQ/hMxCjBNM90s/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3239150787997715774</id><published>2011-05-02T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:43:25.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frick and Frack</title><content type='html'>Jack and Ty are becoming quite good friends. I love watching them play together and actually get along. Most of the time they even share and take turns with toys! (hope I'm not jinxing anything) &lt;br /&gt;     Jack has assumed the big brother roll and is trying to teach Ty everything he knows. Ty's a little lacking with his speech so about 100 times a day you can hear Jack say...."Ty can you say"...."Pickles", "drink", "pizza", "garbage truck", etc. The hilarious part is that Ty says everything Jack tells him to. If Tom and I try to get Ty to say something, we have no such luck and usually end up asking Jack for his assistance. Hahaha! Crazy, right? They are pretty inseparable and I love it! I hope that it stays that way for a very long time! &lt;br /&gt;     The other night we got to witness a sweet brother moment.   Every night when Tom and I go to bed we sneak in and check on the boys. (We have them sharing the bonus room as their bedroom so we can have a guest room and a nursery.) Jack's usually hanging off his bed half way and we like to make sure Ty's still wearing his diaper. Hahaha! But the other night we found Jack camped out on the floor right next to Ty. We put him back in bed and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5602577826763610178'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcBa2Ya5mEI/AAAAAAAACsg/MAGIl7Qm1Lk/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 nights later we found him that way again. This time with his blanket and all of his animals. He looked too comfy to move so we just let him go. How sweet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115984448856067225673/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrIopeVxc-6VA#5602577833715832994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcBa2yUcGKI/AAAAAAAACsk/KYJvFjLm9Us/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really not sure why he's been sleeping there. When we ask we get the response; "because I wanted to". So that's that! Frick and Frack, total buddies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3239150787997715774?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3239150787997715774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3239150787997715774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3239150787997715774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3239150787997715774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/frick-and-frack.html' title='Frick and Frack'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TcBa2Ya5mEI/AAAAAAAACsg/MAGIl7Qm1Lk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3324839307360837499</id><published>2011-04-23T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:38:13.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picasos of Eggs</title><content type='html'>Today was the day that we dyed our Easter Eggs. With Ty being the crazy  kid he is, I wanted to do it while Tom was home for the extra set of  hands. That was a good idea on my part! Hahaha! He was not happy that he  couldn't hold the cups of dye. There were a few tears, a mild hissy  fit and a tug of war match over a cup of green dye, but he snapped out of it and joined Jack in the fun of it all.  Jack  did a great job decorating his eggs. I was actually really impressed.  It's been awhile since I had our paints out, we'll be doing that next  week. Ty really likes painting, hates crayons, but loves painting!  Anyway, We had a great time dying our eggs. I'm excited to have an egg  hunt tomorrow. It will have to be inside since the weather's a little  crazy. One night this week we were awakened by the tornado sirens at  midnight and they went off again today around dinner. Luckily we only  saw the wall cloud and the the funnels happened past us. They are  expecting another band of severe storms to come through the night again  tonight, so we'll see. We're supposed to have these intense storms for  the next 6 days. It's pretty crazy. For not seeing any lightning or  hearing any thunder for over 2 years while we lived in California we're  definitely in the right place for a big storm now. Tom and I are amazed  with the clouds here, they're incredible to watch. But back to the  eggs......I'm off to consult with the Easter Bunny on where to hide them  all. Have a great Easter everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safety goggles were all Ty, he was wearing them most of the morning. But it's always good to put safety first! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YdCjw4H2Xo/TbOHiQLfJGI/AAAAAAAACr8/XsJZkga3oHA/s1600/P4228046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YdCjw4H2Xo/TbOHiQLfJGI/AAAAAAAACr8/XsJZkga3oHA/s400/P4228046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598967784280106082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the hissy fit over not being able to hold the cup and dunk his egg. (Notice all his new teeth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOyGlPWTl70/TbOHisLTZXI/AAAAAAAACsE/pgbTjrs_6Jg/s1600/P4228058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOyGlPWTl70/TbOHisLTZXI/AAAAAAAACsE/pgbTjrs_6Jg/s400/P4228058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598967791795529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big Jack looks in this picture. (and please remember that I'm 39 weeks pregnant.....puffiness is my new look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzIkrI58CYY/TbOHiBTt-BI/AAAAAAAACr0/d1cYjTY6g0Q/s1600/P4228048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzIkrI58CYY/TbOHiBTt-BI/AAAAAAAACr0/d1cYjTY6g0Q/s400/P4228048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598967780288100370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very serious about his art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViqistT4l7c/TbOGgnHYk-I/AAAAAAAACrs/_wamh5LB6SI/s1600/P4228052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViqistT4l7c/TbOGgnHYk-I/AAAAAAAACrs/_wamh5LB6SI/s400/P4228052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598966656565548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the crying was over, Ty did a great job painting his eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFqrPSEfxXs/TbOGgRUYKwI/AAAAAAAACrk/24xY-YVo1qE/s1600/P4228067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFqrPSEfxXs/TbOGgRUYKwI/AAAAAAAACrk/24xY-YVo1qE/s400/P4228067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598966650714467074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom assisting the artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGyW3iaozw4/TbOHig1evLI/AAAAAAAACsM/Y5xOa9eW5cA/s1600/P4228062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGyW3iaozw4/TbOHig1evLI/AAAAAAAACsM/Y5xOa9eW5cA/s400/P4228062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598967788751207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack made sure to use every color! Very festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNxVch_4iik/TbOGgef0ylI/AAAAAAAACrc/59EyJrKPdrU/s1600/P4228071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNxVch_4iik/TbOGgef0ylI/AAAAAAAACrc/59EyJrKPdrU/s400/P4228071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598966654252141138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6X0ZLSvsPk/TbOGgPuC1GI/AAAAAAAACrU/8_7X5ZwH0aY/s1600/P4228081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6X0ZLSvsPk/TbOGgPuC1GI/AAAAAAAACrU/8_7X5ZwH0aY/s400/P4228081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598966650285249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ty managed to dunk his whole hand in the green dye he was done with the eggs. With that there was no more need for the safety goggles and he moved on to his 2nd choice for head gear....the iron man mask! Hahahah! For some reason every time he sees a super hero, Spider Man or Iron Man in particular he does the evil "Ah AH AH AH' laugh. Not sure why but it's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3HsBRoPDoE/TbOGf6BkMJI/AAAAAAAACrM/XSy_PvwcEdc/s1600/P4228093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3HsBRoPDoE/TbOGf6BkMJI/AAAAAAAACrM/XSy_PvwcEdc/s400/P4228093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598966644461547666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the wall cloud we saw this afternoon... just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y2vgbOJGVw/TbOL4GpcTHI/AAAAAAAACsU/VL5hWOphAwA/s1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y2vgbOJGVw/TbOL4GpcTHI/AAAAAAAACsU/VL5hWOphAwA/s400/storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598972557725027442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3324839307360837499?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3324839307360837499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3324839307360837499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3324839307360837499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3324839307360837499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/picasos-of-eggs.html' title='The Picasos of Eggs'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YdCjw4H2Xo/TbOHiQLfJGI/AAAAAAAACr8/XsJZkga3oHA/s72-c/P4228046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-439729058663523842</id><published>2011-04-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:11:28.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>Our weather's been a little crazy lately. Thunderstorms, high winds,  tornado warnings, all kinds of precipitations and temperatures. This  past weekend however we had a very summery day. On Sunday it was sunny  and 87 degrees here in Rineyville. With that kind of heat we busted out  the kiddie pool! The kids had so much fun and we didn't mind putting our  feet in and getting splashed either! Ty really wanted to be the naked  swimmer, we did however compromise and he finally left his swim diaper  on. The trunks only last about 30 seconds. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack checking out the sunscreen in his robot towel from Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n442ul8CumM/TaS9mzqr0LI/AAAAAAAACq8/qztP9SH7DXE/s1600/P4097981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n442ul8CumM/TaS9mzqr0LI/AAAAAAAACq8/qztP9SH7DXE/s400/P4097981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594805111502917810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty used to look like me.....not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IWViK1sNdU/TaS9mkzQR0I/AAAAAAAACq0/KMsJjwWQN7w/s1600/P4097972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IWViK1sNdU/TaS9mkzQR0I/AAAAAAAACq0/KMsJjwWQN7w/s400/P4097972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594805107512330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jump shot. Pop Pop should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_ahTrY8_s/TaS9mZql84I/AAAAAAAACqs/GAU1ddodmtI/s1600/P4097956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_ahTrY8_s/TaS9mZql84I/AAAAAAAACqs/GAU1ddodmtI/s400/P4097956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594805104523211650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QAZQvqLtA/TaS8b3YkI7I/AAAAAAAACqk/hh_NSJsPxDA/s1600/P4097949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QAZQvqLtA/TaS8b3YkI7I/AAAAAAAACqk/hh_NSJsPxDA/s400/P4097949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594803824010470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsHoY4PoAEc/TaS8bg31-WI/AAAAAAAACqc/Bnr32OxYsqM/s1600/P4097951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsHoY4PoAEc/TaS8bg31-WI/AAAAAAAACqc/Bnr32OxYsqM/s400/P4097951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594803817967647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was fearless on the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyNCzhPY80M/TaS8bYN27SI/AAAAAAAACqU/w74dXugdEEQ/s1600/P4097937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyNCzhPY80M/TaS8bYN27SI/AAAAAAAACqU/w74dXugdEEQ/s400/P4097937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594803815644065058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL63BUKQ2KE/TaS8bC_7U6I/AAAAAAAACqM/K3iHsrNB9-E/s1600/P4097938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL63BUKQ2KE/TaS8bC_7U6I/AAAAAAAACqM/K3iHsrNB9-E/s400/P4097938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594803809948488610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDxAdSvw_eY/TaS8a4RKw0I/AAAAAAAACqE/uvVHgLYM1Pw/s1600/P4097939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDxAdSvw_eY/TaS8a4RKw0I/AAAAAAAACqE/uvVHgLYM1Pw/s400/P4097939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594803807068013378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-439729058663523842?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/439729058663523842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=439729058663523842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/439729058663523842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/439729058663523842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n442ul8CumM/TaS9mzqr0LI/AAAAAAAACq8/qztP9SH7DXE/s72-c/P4097981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8192129593484598878</id><published>2011-04-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:12:06.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I had friends visit us from PA. I've known these girls for over 10 years now and it's amazing to me that I have such amazing people in my life that are willing to drive 10 hours to KY with their children for a long weekend. Hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met these ladies when I was in Radiography school at Penn State. Carisa was my classmate, Christy was a year above us and Karen worked at the Hershey Med Center. They have always been amazing friends to me! What they may not know is how much thier friendship helped me through Tom's time in Iraq! When Tom was deployed I moved back home from Germany and worked at Hershey again. They kept me very busy and gave me so much support that helped me make it through that year! Over the years we've all changed so much, getting married, starting families, etc. But through all of that we've always kept in touch. It may not be every week or constant phone calls because life does truly take over, but I know that we can pick right up from where ever we left off whether it was 3 days or 3 months ago. Ladies....I love you and thanks for being such amazing friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was here in KY we made a trip to the Louisville Zoo, and 2 pretty cool playgrounds. The boys (we all have boys which is hilarious) had such a great time playing together! Carisa's son Ethan is 1 year old, and Karen has 2 boys, Cooper who is 18 months, and Aiden who will soon be 3. Cooper was definitely missing his Dad and our big plans of keeping 4 boys bunked in 1 room together didn't go as planned but otherwise it was a great weekend! My favorite part, aside from seeing all of our kids play together, was after they went to bed we all sat up and just talked like we used to do before we had kids and we were all still living close to each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Aiden climbing at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLkygMvNaiY/TaMOWrblZ7I/AAAAAAAACp8/QCX9xYxneiA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLkygMvNaiY/TaMOWrblZ7I/AAAAAAAACp8/QCX9xYxneiA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330944902621106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty wondering, "What the hey is that thing?", at the petting zoo in the big zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxyGY6ErQOI/TaMOWkRhiXI/AAAAAAAACp0/VKlCng5yFco/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxyGY6ErQOI/TaMOWkRhiXI/AAAAAAAACp0/VKlCng5yFco/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330942981376370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Cooper on the carousel at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNK3_XlSuJ8/TaMOWKj8sTI/AAAAAAAACps/KUruepZc0w0/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNK3_XlSuJ8/TaMOWKj8sTI/AAAAAAAACps/KUruepZc0w0/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330936079331634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Jack and Ty at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6E0XKRmEso/TaMOHJzDj7I/AAAAAAAACpc/t0JhJ0d1AwQ/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6E0XKRmEso/TaMOHJzDj7I/AAAAAAAACpc/t0JhJ0d1AwQ/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330678176223154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan taking a ride in the dump truck. Hahaha! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxsO2lW_Ky4/TaMOG2Oc0VI/AAAAAAAACpU/3Rtjbudwjeg/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxsO2lW_Ky4/TaMOG2Oc0VI/AAAAAAAACpU/3Rtjbudwjeg/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330672922415442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Carisa's face in this so I had to post it!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdB0I5hCELk/TaMOG9unSaI/AAAAAAAACpM/1rZ0gs3lXxA/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdB0I5hCELk/TaMOG9unSaI/AAAAAAAACpM/1rZ0gs3lXxA/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330674936367522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group shot in front of the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGYth8vwI7Q/TaMOGnTJiCI/AAAAAAAACpE/JxqNtRgd4wM/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGYth8vwI7Q/TaMOGnTJiCI/AAAAAAAACpE/JxqNtRgd4wM/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330668915591202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and Aiden at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkZvz4TjgSo/TaMOGuQg1NI/AAAAAAAACo8/tlUA8rs285I/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkZvz4TjgSo/TaMOGuQg1NI/AAAAAAAACo8/tlUA8rs285I/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330670783583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 boys and Aiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrvhKfMlBv4/TaMN114lW4I/AAAAAAAACo0/QRT7IXT9ACw/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrvhKfMlBv4/TaMN114lW4I/AAAAAAAACo0/QRT7IXT9ACw/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330380772924290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty trying to take out Ethan....no cuties were injured or thrown from the slide in the taking of this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZnVuDZeHoY/TaMN1nnRLqI/AAAAAAAACos/K0SeaJDqgI0/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZnVuDZeHoY/TaMN1nnRLqI/AAAAAAAACos/K0SeaJDqgI0/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330376942202530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty keeping Christy company while sporting the Spider Man helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtsg7zOLHGM/TaMN1U4qtmI/AAAAAAAACok/hTga2h3zHVM/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtsg7zOLHGM/TaMN1U4qtmI/AAAAAAAACok/hTga2h3zHVM/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330371914905186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden, Ty and Jack sharing a snack of Craisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rr29F88jG7I/TaMN1LewpKI/AAAAAAAACoc/5KUDP2wnmDg/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rr29F88jG7I/TaMN1LewpKI/AAAAAAAACoc/5KUDP2wnmDg/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330369390322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying lunch on the back deck with Christy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFcQKBUaRNY/TaMN00pq2kI/AAAAAAAACoU/4BiQo8L6WTQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFcQKBUaRNY/TaMN00pq2kI/AAAAAAAACoU/4BiQo8L6WTQ/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594330363262065218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8192129593484598878?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8192129593484598878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8192129593484598878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8192129593484598878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8192129593484598878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLkygMvNaiY/TaMOWrblZ7I/AAAAAAAACp8/QCX9xYxneiA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2383802213572356698</id><published>2011-03-29T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:12:11.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter</title><content type='html'>I've been having some technical difficulties with my computer so I've  been blog-less for awhile. I like blogging with pictures. My computer is  holding most of my pictures hostage so that's a bummer! I have lots to  blog about too! I had friends from home visit with their kiddos, a great new use for duct  tape in our house and just all the other not so interesting to anyone  but us kind of stuff. Hahah! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I use Tom's computer......I do have pictures of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Foe1q5M7HWE/TZKQxUl_w9I/AAAAAAAACns/F1ahKfXIdZc/s1600/P3257920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Foe1q5M7HWE/TZKQxUl_w9I/AAAAAAAACns/F1ahKfXIdZc/s400/P3257920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589689264536273874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  boys are pretty lucky kiddos. They have very cool and creative  grandparents. Tom's Mom and Dad, A.K.A. Boobie and Umpa, sent the boys a  helicopter teeter-totter. I really wonder where all these toys were  when I was a kid. :-) The weather hasn't been so cooperative here so we,  and in "we" I mean Tom, built the helicopter in the garage. It's pretty  cool and the boys LOVE it!! I'll have to video them on it because it's  hilarious when they sit on the wings and actually try and teeter-totter.  Jack doesn't exactly get that he weighs more than Ty so for him it's  just a teeter. My favorite part of the whole helicopter is the fact that  it has 2 steering wheels! One for each! Yeah! :-) The kids love it.....  THANK YOU Boobie and Umpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxgNnqORmxA/TZKQyAr1w3I/AAAAAAAACoE/_wNCBjxXk8s/s1600/P3257929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxgNnqORmxA/TZKQyAr1w3I/AAAAAAAACoE/_wNCBjxXk8s/s400/P3257929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589689276371944306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNVfsF4Yhh8/TZKQx7iM_1I/AAAAAAAACn8/zajHGLIWkmg/s1600/P3257928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNVfsF4Yhh8/TZKQx7iM_1I/AAAAAAAACn8/zajHGLIWkmg/s400/P3257928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589689274989346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ax3papW1d4U/TZKQxti23cI/AAAAAAAACn0/DVfaVsp3zqg/s1600/P3257924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ax3papW1d4U/TZKQxti23cI/AAAAAAAACn0/DVfaVsp3zqg/s400/P3257924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589689271233994178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2383802213572356698?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2383802213572356698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2383802213572356698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2383802213572356698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2383802213572356698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/03/helicopter.html' title='Helicopter'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Foe1q5M7HWE/TZKQxUl_w9I/AAAAAAAACns/F1ahKfXIdZc/s72-c/P3257920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7266248061983752272</id><published>2011-03-16T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:00:09.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long few  weeks</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged. Our house was under quarantine. The last 2 1/2 weeks have been a little crazy with everyone sharing their diseases. After all, what is the ONE thing the boys are more than willing to share.....germs! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's had it the worst, with Tom pulling a close 2nd. Two Mondays ago I took Ty to the doctor. He had virus that was coming out like the worst cold in the world. His eyes were gunky, boogers everywhere, fevers, coughing, he was miserable and I couldn't blame him. It also didn't help that he's cutting 7 teeth right now. This kid is a trooper. I really can't believe the amount of teeth coming in for him. He hasn't had any new teeth for MONTHS! And now, he gets 7 all at once, 2 of which are molars. So the doctor gave us Zyrtec and sent us on our way. Of course at this point most of his virus was working its way out since he had the worst of it over the weekend. He seemed to be doing better, other than the normal teething symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jack had preschool on Tuesday and when I picked him up his teacher asked me...."Have you seen his eye?" Uh OH!!! On Wednesday we were back to the doctor for Jack and he had the dreaded pink eye.  Normally I can handle sick kiddos and the lack of sleep that comes with the coughing through the night but I got stuck with a sinus infection. Let me just say I REALLY miss being able to take the good drugs! Advil Cold and Sinus and NyQuil are my go to cold busters but being preggers I get stuck with plain, nothing fancy Robitussin and Sudafed which doesn't seem to help my cold, just makes me jumpy. So I wasn 't at the top of my mommy game when all this was going on and Tom wasn't able to hold the torch either because he had a bad cold then got Strep throat last Tuesday. Tom NEVER goes to the doctor, so you I knew he was hurting! And then 2 days after his doctor visit he got Jack's pink eye. Like I said....the boys are great at sharing germs! So our house was hurting for awhile. I'm pretty sure if anyone else got pink eye or strep we were going to have to fumigate the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was pretty terrible while we were all sick too. Lots of rain for days! When this past weekend rolled around everyone seemed to be doing so much better along with the sunny weather. There were full nights of sleep, no puking episodes, medicines were running their courses and the moods of all were turning to happy, and the sunshine was GREAT!! We went out to breakfast, did lots of errands, and ventured to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NlIoC8-6Y2I/TYDOkMj9rFI/AAAAAAAACnU/O97Mg5el0PE/s1600/P3117727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NlIoC8-6Y2I/TYDOkMj9rFI/AAAAAAAACnU/O97Mg5el0PE/s400/P3117727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690659182095442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpZ5sjsPLA0/TYDOjzbjg-I/AAAAAAAACnM/tYVM90OV1FQ/s1600/P3117717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpZ5sjsPLA0/TYDOjzbjg-I/AAAAAAAACnM/tYVM90OV1FQ/s400/P3117717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690652435940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGvOt7CFcwg/TYDOjupsTdI/AAAAAAAACnE/jQMbEizAy8c/s1600/P3117711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGvOt7CFcwg/TYDOjupsTdI/AAAAAAAACnE/jQMbEizAy8c/s400/P3117711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690651153059282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFfGi29rUU4/TYDOjUCoIJI/AAAAAAAACm8/FrgtXkjVII0/s1600/P3117702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFfGi29rUU4/TYDOjUCoIJI/AAAAAAAACm8/FrgtXkjVII0/s400/P3117702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690644009885842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-SutwSvixc/TYDOjLpbwoI/AAAAAAAACm0/bxIuQJGS2YA/s1600/P3117692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-SutwSvixc/TYDOjLpbwoI/AAAAAAAACm0/bxIuQJGS2YA/s400/P3117692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584690641756734082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxKndyrxyhg/TYDPGLQfTII/AAAAAAAACnk/djbFUvekyV0/s1600/P3117744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxKndyrxyhg/TYDPGLQfTII/AAAAAAAACnk/djbFUvekyV0/s400/P3117744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584691242947529858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5uHVBvrPeg/TYDPFwKdWfI/AAAAAAAACnc/5TNh7V57DjQ/s1600/P3117747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5uHVBvrPeg/TYDPFwKdWfI/AAAAAAAACnc/5TNh7V57DjQ/s400/P3117747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584691235674479090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we bought trees for our barren yard and finally got to put Tom's new ride to use hauling them all home. Some how Tom managed to dig holes and plant 6 pine trees and 3 weeping willow trees in a few hours. Plus he gets to do it all again this weekend with our 2nd load of trees. I was no help since these things weighed a TON and we're not exactly ready to have "Pickles" pop out just yet. :-)  The trees look great and the yard looks so much better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Cy1W5mzgyk/TYDNbL3clwI/AAAAAAAACms/7geHn7gXReg/s1600/P3127765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Cy1W5mzgyk/TYDNbL3clwI/AAAAAAAACms/7geHn7gXReg/s400/P3127765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584689404864927490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34U239KdQKo/TYDNa68yC8I/AAAAAAAACmk/ZtNJ4nlRWBw/s1600/P3127763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34U239KdQKo/TYDNa68yC8I/AAAAAAAACmk/ZtNJ4nlRWBw/s400/P3127763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584689400323902402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiRTnUyCuN8/TYDNarmW29I/AAAAAAAACmc/7LzgjlThWOE/s1600/P3127760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiRTnUyCuN8/TYDNarmW29I/AAAAAAAACmc/7LzgjlThWOE/s400/P3127760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584689396203314130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying the great weekend I of course said, "I think we're on the mend" out loud and jinxed us!! We noticed this thing growing in Ty's right ear canal. It's much bigger than a pimple, and looks like a piece of puffed rice sitting in his ear canal which was about to close off if it grew any bigger. He didn't seem to be pulling or itching at it so we just watched it for a few days. It didn't get any smaller so I made him another doctor's appointment for yesterday while Jack was at school. We had a real asshole of a nurse (a male nurse) which just ruined the whole visit. Ty's usually really great with doctors but this guy freaked him out so bad that Ty was everything but cooperative. Anyway, the doctor got a look in his ear and ruled it as a bacterial infection of a gland in his canal. So Ty's now on antibiotics and ear drops for a week. After one dose of each last night, the growth is getting smaller and it looks like it's opening up and the nastiness is leaking out which is great....and gross! Hahaha! He was up through the night a few times but I'm sure he was uncomfortable, how could he not be? When he's awake, he's his normal happy self so we'll see how tonight goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this is the end of our unhealthy craziness since we're going to have a full house starting tomorrow. Three of my best friends from PA are coming to visit with kids in tow. Christy, Carisa, her son, Ethan who is 1, and Karen and her 2 kiddos, Aiden and Cooper who are 2 1/2 and 1 will be making the drive to Newtucky.  I can't wait to see them. Who has friends that are willing to drive 11 hours for a long weekend with KIDS?? :-) Hahahah! It should be a blast though! Jack is very excited about having a sleep over and we're heading to the zoo! I can't wait to hang out with them for longer than the occasional dinner together! Should be a great girls weekend....Tom's looking forward to planting 8 more trees. Hahahah! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the latest with the McMurtries.  It's been a long few weeks but we're getting there! Not sure how I'd be without Tom through everything. He's been amazing! He's been keeping me from breaking....pregnancy hormones/mood/crazies are in full swing and I don't know how he's putting up with me. I think he really enjoys going to work! Hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7266248061983752272?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7266248061983752272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7266248061983752272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7266248061983752272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7266248061983752272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-few-weeks.html' title='A long few  weeks'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NlIoC8-6Y2I/TYDOkMj9rFI/AAAAAAAACnU/O97Mg5el0PE/s72-c/P3117727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5411509894978946123</id><published>2011-03-04T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:02:24.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied....more Ding Dings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KH1kbd8Zb-o/TXGY8A8qwlI/AAAAAAAACmU/43POLNuaVfE/s1600/P2227681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KH1kbd8Zb-o/TXGY8A8qwlI/AAAAAAAACmU/43POLNuaVfE/s400/P2227681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580409570102788690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC52sT04Ev8/TXGY757UlWI/AAAAAAAACmM/-OxlhZ4K3Ds/s1600/P2227671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC52sT04Ev8/TXGY757UlWI/AAAAAAAACmM/-OxlhZ4K3Ds/s400/P2227671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580409568218092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about the group pictures I took of the Ding Dings before we headed to the airport. I blame baby brain. Ooops! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5411509894978946123?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5411509894978946123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5411509894978946123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5411509894978946123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5411509894978946123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-liedmore-ding-dings.html' title='I lied....more Ding Dings'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KH1kbd8Zb-o/TXGY8A8qwlI/AAAAAAAACmU/43POLNuaVfE/s72-c/P2227681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7649780846177926412</id><published>2011-03-02T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:45:42.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Ding Trip - final pics</title><content type='html'>When we weren't chasing the boys at Blazer's the Ding Dings and our  little crew were just hanging out at home. The weather was pretty good for most of their time here so we got to play outside and use the trampoline and blow bubbles. It was really great for my  aunts to see the boys in their regular element. My mom's witnessed the boys at their best and worst so now it was Lisa and Maria's turn. Every time we'd go home  to visit they'd see the kids for a short time, or at a party type event where the  kids weren't really themselves. I have a HUGE family on my mom's side and nothing we do is in small doses. Hahah! So, it was really fun for the boys to  just be their crazy selves and for the Ding Dings to witness it all and  be a part of their day. We LOVED having the Ding Dings here! We have tons of memories that I will cherish forever! I can't wait for the next Ding Ding Adventure!!! Thanks Oma, Aunt Lisi and Aunt Ree Ree! We love you guys and miss you tons! We had a great time with you in New-Tucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble guns were a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS5z0vWmAB4/TW76AXT1khI/AAAAAAAACl8/ab9e8tLS3J8/s1600/P2217619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS5z0vWmAB4/TW76AXT1khI/AAAAAAAACl8/ab9e8tLS3J8/s400/P2217619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579671872522785298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the loader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUMyM_abSeQ/TW72INuv8zI/AAAAAAAAClk/8yWU9Olwgbk/s1600/P2217587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUMyM_abSeQ/TW72INuv8zI/AAAAAAAAClk/8yWU9Olwgbk/s400/P2217587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579667609343750962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's preferred mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07bH2q94ut0/TW75_--0TfI/AAAAAAAACls/4xU1FsUVzb0/s1600/P2217598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07bH2q94ut0/TW75_--0TfI/AAAAAAAACls/4xU1FsUVzb0/s400/P2217598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579671865992170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got Oma again, we need to break out the motorized 4x4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ0s1toWVjY/TW76AHCofrI/AAAAAAAACl0/iACClMgPHtM/s1600/P2217605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ0s1toWVjY/TW76AHCofrI/AAAAAAAACl0/iACClMgPHtM/s400/P2217605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579671868155657906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could jump the highest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc7fiswnl-M/TW72HzLRPQI/AAAAAAAAClc/yspeHyXsxXM/s1600/P2217576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc7fiswnl-M/TW72HzLRPQI/AAAAAAAAClc/yspeHyXsxXM/s400/P2217576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579667602215615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma doing a successful pop-up. The first attempt was an epic FAIL! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_XA-y_SwKw/TW72HXPUn1I/AAAAAAAAClM/37UTQa8f06E/s1600/P2217565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_XA-y_SwKw/TW72HXPUn1I/AAAAAAAAClM/37UTQa8f06E/s400/P2217565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579667594716421970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she stuck the landing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cd7j1KlCr8/TW72HrBcEqI/AAAAAAAAClU/4xk4_KL4LYo/s1600/P2217567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cd7j1KlCr8/TW72HrBcEqI/AAAAAAAAClU/4xk4_KL4LYo/s400/P2217567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579667600026899106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's face says it all for his love of bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0VJTee6f50/TW72Hb0ndRI/AAAAAAAAClE/ajSigNoQXyA/s1600/P2217548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0VJTee6f50/TW72Hb0ndRI/AAAAAAAAClE/ajSigNoQXyA/s400/P2217548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579667595946587410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty even mastered the bubble gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX0kvDX67m0/TW70oH-iGRI/AAAAAAAACk8/DmiFsJxFvXI/s1600/P2217546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX0kvDX67m0/TW70oH-iGRI/AAAAAAAACk8/DmiFsJxFvXI/s400/P2217546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579665958531897618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting everyone to look at the camera at the same time and keeping Lola out of the way was also an epic FAIL! hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKGOxRqtVnU/TW70nkTOx1I/AAAAAAAACk0/PSl4jSJLNFw/s1600/P2207529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKGOxRqtVnU/TW70nkTOx1I/AAAAAAAACk0/PSl4jSJLNFw/s400/P2207529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579665948955035474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ty's better side. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a70lgGuE440/TW70nUotRaI/AAAAAAAACks/ezysmmk6dp4/s1600/P2207520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a70lgGuE440/TW70nUotRaI/AAAAAAAACks/ezysmmk6dp4/s400/P2207520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579665944750146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GN8Ph1SzQ2U/TW70nM6TPhI/AAAAAAAACkk/ZxnGB5bC-Ac/s1600/P2207513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GN8Ph1SzQ2U/TW70nM6TPhI/AAAAAAAACkk/ZxnGB5bC-Ac/s400/P2207513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579665942676454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture! Can you tell she's a Pre-K teacher??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIBfEi72Itg/TW70nP97v9I/AAAAAAAACkc/X6tVP0gOCbk/s1600/P2207508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIBfEi72Itg/TW70nP97v9I/AAAAAAAACkc/X6tVP0gOCbk/s400/P2207508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579665943496998866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7649780846177926412?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7649780846177926412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7649780846177926412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7649780846177926412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7649780846177926412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/03/ding-ding-trip-final-pics.html' title='Ding Ding Trip - final pics'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS5z0vWmAB4/TW76AXT1khI/AAAAAAAACl8/ab9e8tLS3J8/s72-c/P2217619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-134498660546647020</id><published>2011-02-28T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:09:29.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Ding Trip -  Day 2</title><content type='html'>The second day that my family was here we started our off by going to Jack's favorite and most requested place...Blazers. He loves that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunts, Lisa and Maria, were "lucky" enough to get to run through all the bounce houses with the boys. I'm out of commission to go through those things. Although....I may take a run at it if this baby is one day late! :-) So, my mom and I hung out and were on picture duty. Anyway, Ty really does think he's a big guy which makes him think that he can do everything Jack does. He is one determined kid and nothing stopped him! He went through those bouncy castles and mazes like a champ, with some help going up ladders and steps. Thank you Aunt Lisi and Aunt Ree Ree, I know the boys loved every minute of their afternoon at Blazers with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lisa doing more bouncing than sliding down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rx57FRClRg/TWxIv01O4-I/AAAAAAAACkU/FNjDt1YWypg/s1600/P2207487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rx57FRClRg/TWxIv01O4-I/AAAAAAAACkU/FNjDt1YWypg/s400/P2207487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578914024878171106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Aunt Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Js76vSf0eEw/TWxIvSEt7JI/AAAAAAAACkM/b-Jl-f6XZ_U/s1600/P2207482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Js76vSf0eEw/TWxIvSEt7JI/AAAAAAAACkM/b-Jl-f6XZ_U/s400/P2207482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578914015547878546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for another round through the maze with Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGNFBhlQu70/TWxIvDItsXI/AAAAAAAACkE/IFHL-FR4EAg/s1600/P2207481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGNFBhlQu70/TWxIvDItsXI/AAAAAAAACkE/IFHL-FR4EAg/s400/P2207481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578914011538108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whhhheeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI7rDCCUCYI/TWxGdSj3N-I/AAAAAAAACj8/6Ob1b1C9DHc/s1600/P2207478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI7rDCCUCYI/TWxGdSj3N-I/AAAAAAAACj8/6Ob1b1C9DHc/s400/P2207478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578911507417610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and Aunt Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykskKUs3Tuk/TWxGdYTXnFI/AAAAAAAACj0/HrSx0knhWjQ/s1600/P2207472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykskKUs3Tuk/TWxGdYTXnFI/AAAAAAAACj0/HrSx0knhWjQ/s400/P2207472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578911508959042642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty having way too much fun! :-) I was jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Urg9tdylLc/TWxGdHOzC3I/AAAAAAAACjs/16fZrWgwJ4Y/s1600/P2207469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Urg9tdylLc/TWxGdHOzC3I/AAAAAAAACjs/16fZrWgwJ4Y/s400/P2207469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578911504376466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward at the end of the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_fQ9ywj9M/TWxGch1ZTWI/AAAAAAAACjk/EqZOKhls4BE/s1600/P2207466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_fQ9ywj9M/TWxGch1ZTWI/AAAAAAAACjk/EqZOKhls4BE/s400/P2207466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578911494337809762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when one pair of sunglasses just isn't enough....go with three!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM-f0dAGza4/TWxGcMN47XI/AAAAAAAACjc/ZTXtQe6iqns/s1600/P2207462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM-f0dAGza4/TWxGcMN47XI/AAAAAAAACjc/ZTXtQe6iqns/s400/P2207462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578911488534965618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-134498660546647020?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/134498660546647020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=134498660546647020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/134498660546647020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/134498660546647020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/ding-ding-trip-day-2.html' title='Ding Ding Trip -  Day 2'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rx57FRClRg/TWxIv01O4-I/AAAAAAAACkU/FNjDt1YWypg/s72-c/P2207487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-6235115893733849108</id><published>2011-02-25T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:26:04.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Ding Trip - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday my Mom and my 2 aunts, her sisters, Lisa and Maria, flew  down here from PA to hang out with us for the weekend. It's kind of  become a tradition for The Ding Dings to visit us wherever we end up.  Ding Dings.... you say?? Well, I believe it was my Dad who named them. I  think their first trip to see  me was around the time the Ya Ya  Sisterhood movie came out and this lead  to my Dad naming them the "Ding  Dings"! Hahhahah! It fits and the name  has stuck after all these  years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduated from college I moved to Greenville, NC.  This was the first "Ding Ding Trip".  After NC and marrying Tom I moved  to Germany. The Ding Dings actually flew to Germany and ventured to  Poland with me and friends to go pottery shopping (that was quite the  adventure! hahahahah!) They never got the chance to make it to Monterey  but they're 3 for 4 so far, and that's pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this  trip to New-Tucky was planned Tom had gotten me an awesome present for  Christmas. He got us tickets to see Brad Paisley, Darius Rucker, and  Jerrod Neiman in concert in Louisville. It just worked out that the Ding  Dings flew in Saturday morning and we had the concert Saturday night.  So, basically they flew to KY to babysit. Hahahha! They were here until  Tuesday so we had 2 more full days to wear them out! Hahahah! (After I  blog about the Ding Ding weekend, I'll have to blog about our big crazy  date night in Louisville.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys and I picked up the Ding  Dings at the airport. The boys love the airport! It's an amazing place.  There was a parking garage, escalators, moving sidewalks, elevators and  of course airplanes and the Ding Dings! :-) When we got back to the  house the boys wasted no time in making the Dings Dings jump on the  trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmchzJfsE54/TWhsO1fCEMI/AAAAAAAACjU/SLrLuXa4oEI/s1600/P2197450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmchzJfsE54/TWhsO1fCEMI/AAAAAAAACjU/SLrLuXa4oEI/s400/P2197450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577827140629565634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And push them around on little tricycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMLPSsZNleI/TWhsOjfk_DI/AAAAAAAACjM/hSNRLE_P388/s1600/P2197451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMLPSsZNleI/TWhsOjfk_DI/AAAAAAAACjM/hSNRLE_P388/s400/P2197451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577827135800015922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tom and I got ready for our night out and off we went. The Ding Dings were on their own. This is apparently what went on while Tom and I were in Louisville.......&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDCY5LUmGY4/TWhsOVMpi6I/AAAAAAAACjE/VVcEpWxvuh8/s1600/P2197457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDCY5LUmGY4/TWhsOVMpi6I/AAAAAAAACjE/VVcEpWxvuh8/s400/P2197457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577827131962526626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPCj-reHk1M/TWhsODsszfI/AAAAAAAACi8/5lZVF326Oss/s1600/P2197456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPCj-reHk1M/TWhsODsszfI/AAAAAAAACi8/5lZVF326Oss/s400/P2197456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577827127265119730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a game called Head Bandz that my mom brought for the boys. You have to ask questions and then guess what's on the card stuck to your head. According to my mom, Jack played pretty well. Even asked his own questions. They had a great first night.....more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-6235115893733849108?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6235115893733849108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=6235115893733849108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6235115893733849108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6235115893733849108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/ding-ding-trip-day-1.html' title='Ding Ding Trip - Day 1'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmchzJfsE54/TWhsO1fCEMI/AAAAAAAACjU/SLrLuXa4oEI/s72-c/P2197450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4277172274143357281</id><published>2011-02-23T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:01:21.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooptastrophe</title><content type='html'>This weekend my Mom and 2 Aunts came to visit us in "New-Tucky". Before I can get into the amazing time we had and all the fun details, I have to share a story about Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has been completely potty trained since before Christmas. He hasn't had an accident in months but for some reason we totally regressed this past week. He woke up from 2 naps wet and then had a pooptastrophe on Monday. Let me just say I hate poop!! I know that out of all of my fellow moms out there no one likes poop, but I'm just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we built a fort in Jack's room and we let him sleep in it for his nap. When he woke up from his nap he trotted downstairs as always and I noticed that he was wearing different pants. I asked him why he changed and he was reluctant to tell me. Of course I knew....wet again. Bummer! We go back up stairs to his room when the stank hit me like a slap in the face. Of course this odor was blamed on Ty but it originated from Jack. (nice try Jack!) I asked Jack to tell me what happened and he said he had an accident and that he changed himself! This little monkey pooped and tried to hide it all by changing and cleaning himself up. This is where the story gets nasty.......Of course he didn't want to get in trouble, or was embarrassed, so he just took his dirty, soaking, stinky clothes and just put it them in his hamper like nothing of it......poop ball included! EEEWWWWWW! Half of me was impressed that he tried to clean up everything himself, the other half was gagging! So my mom took Jack to get his bath while I cleaned the hamper, carpet, blankets from the fort, and everything else that could possibly have come in contact with the unwanted surprise in the hamper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a long talk and going over why we go in the potty and how if he does have an accident, it's OK because..."accidents happen" but you still have to tell Mommy so she can clean it up, we moved on with our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I believe this regression stems from me being hard on him for coming out of his room a million times and fighting the thought of having to nap. He's very creative with his stalling tactics....band-aids, drinks of water, chapstick, the crazy quetions, "Is it going to be a long nap or short nap?", "How long? 2 Hours?"....on and on and on. So after really scolding him for a good week about NOT coming out of his room and staying in his bed and going to sleep I think I had him thinking he wasn't even allowed to come out to use the bathroom. Oy Vey!!! So lesson learned by me.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an afternoon of playing and heading out to dinner with my family we come home and get the kids ready for bed. When we go upstairs there's still a pretty raunchy stink coming from the boy's room. (They're now sharing the bonus room in prep for the baby coming) so......we scour the room again. We didn't find anything but the smell is still there. I'm left to assume that the smell is just embedded into the carpet by the hamper so since it was late we put the boys down and I promised that I'd shampoo their carpet the next day. The next day was Tuesday, we woke up, got ready, could still smell the stank and took my family to the airport. When the boys and I got back it was late and time for nap, so being the horrible mother that I am I put them back to sleep in that stinky room until our schedule opened up for a good carpet shampooing. When the boys woke from their naps I went on inspector duty. I got down on my hands and knees, which isn't so easy being 30 weeks preggers, and pretty much sniffed every square inch of their carpet trying to find the spot that was radiating the stink. I looked for little turd nuggets under their dressers, in their toy boxes....EVERYWHERE. I had no luck finding anything but I could still smell the smell. YUCK! So I sit Jack down and have him give me the play by play of what went down with the pooptastrophe. I needed locations of where the deed was done, where he was when he changed and I really needed to know where IT hit the ground when he was getting changed and everything he touched in between. He was very proud to tell me that it never fell out of his skivvies but he tried to clean it up with baby wipes. Hhhhhhmmmmm.....interesting.......I never found any wipes. Oh My God!! Where are these said wipes??? So he told me "Up there", pointing to the top of his 5 drawer chest that's 5 feet tall. I stand up, look and there are 2 little wipes laying neatly on the top of the dresser. With fear in my eyes I move the wipe and there it is.......a big ol' nasty turd ball staring me in the face, laughing at me that I NEVER looked UP in my search for the cause of the lingering stench. Seriously.....how did my 3 year old put THAT way up there?? Well, He climbed up on the foot board of his bed, leaned over and placed it there proudly thinking he was being a big guy and cleaning up his own mess. I was relieved to find the cause of the smell without having to burn down that part of our house. And I was mortified that I was such a bad mother to NOT have found the lone turd that was pretty much "right under my nose", that I had left both of my children sleep in their room in the company of the lone turd over night and again for a nap the next day, and that the whole situation was just soooooooo gross! I can laugh about it now because it's just so ridiculous and of course, my Mom and Aunts were here to witness our pooptastrophe. This will definitely be one of the things that Jack will not be allowed to forget when he gets older!!! Hahahah! Oh My Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is now cleaned and sterilized in the boys room and the stink is NO MORE!! YEAH! We've been having many conversations about how it's OK for him to come out of his room if he needs to use the potty, etc. We may have back tracked a little but we're working on it! So here's to hoping that there are no more pooptastrophes for us......ever, ever, EVER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4277172274143357281?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4277172274143357281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4277172274143357281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4277172274143357281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4277172274143357281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/pooptastrophe.html' title='Pooptastrophe'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-6604488172990516085</id><published>2011-02-18T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:19:25.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheetos</title><content type='html'>Cheetos are a favorite snack for the boys. Who doesn't love Cheetos,  right? Well, Ty loves them A LOT! They are definitely his favorite! Ty's  one lucky kid when it comes to having his own stash of Cheetos too. Our  neighbor works for Frito Lay and he's very good at sharing their stash  of pulled off the shelf items. :-) (When the dates expire the snacks get  pulled from the stores and find new homes. Hahah!) The only problem I  have with Cheetos (other than the obvious that they're not fat free and  not considered a health food) is the cheesy stain that is left on my  child. That dust gets everywhere! Since the weather has been so nice Ty  gets to enjoy his Cheetos outside! YEAH for no orange finger prints on  my walls! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBT7FtHpU50/TV9ER_ShWXI/AAAAAAAACi0/kjL1BtyIXhM/s1600/P2167442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBT7FtHpU50/TV9ER_ShWXI/AAAAAAAACi0/kjL1BtyIXhM/s400/P2167442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575249939545545074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7myVudSUDCo/TV9EDqeHmRI/AAAAAAAACis/assZfK3iwqU/s1600/P2167444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7myVudSUDCo/TV9EDqeHmRI/AAAAAAAACis/assZfK3iwqU/s400/P2167444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575249693438875922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKyu96yOzDY/TV9EDfR9RiI/AAAAAAAACik/HwNHWhPi154/s1600/P2167443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKyu96yOzDY/TV9EDfR9RiI/AAAAAAAACik/HwNHWhPi154/s400/P2167443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575249690435077666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-6604488172990516085?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6604488172990516085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=6604488172990516085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6604488172990516085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6604488172990516085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/cheetos.html' title='Cheetos'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBT7FtHpU50/TV9ER_ShWXI/AAAAAAAACi0/kjL1BtyIXhM/s72-c/P2167442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-9151434601737189592</id><published>2011-02-14T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:04:26.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentines</title><content type='html'>This picture was taken during Saturday morning cartoons. I love this  picture. Tom was sitting there and everyone just piled on the love seat  with him, garbage truck and all. Tom just loves when I take his picture! Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wFPx2mUv0/TVnsh-gBTqI/AAAAAAAACiU/TEyBlVMXopY/s1600/P2057321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wFPx2mUv0/TVnsh-gBTqI/AAAAAAAACiU/TEyBlVMXopY/s400/P2057321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573746082304839330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-9151434601737189592?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9151434601737189592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=9151434601737189592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/9151434601737189592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/9151434601737189592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentines.html' title='My Valentines'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6wFPx2mUv0/TVnsh-gBTqI/AAAAAAAACiU/TEyBlVMXopY/s72-c/P2057321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-26381352916724952</id><published>2011-02-10T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:36:52.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>We had really nice weather here on Sunday. That of course changed  through the week with snow that then turned into bad ice and then that  ice was topped with some more snow. So we were HAPPY to get outside on  Sunday! The boys actually got to jump on the trampoline, we threw around  the football, played with the dogs, gave the boys a big lesson on  sharing and Ty walked down the steps like a big guy, on his own without  crawling and no tumbles. So proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really love living in KY!! While living in CA I complained about not really having seasons and missing the snow and winter. I still LOVE the snow but it was nice to have 65 degree weather all year round when you have 2 boys who love being outside! (Beth, I seriously don't know how you're doing it all in Alaska!!) It was 16 degrees today and somehow it's supposed to get to 50 degrees on Saturday. Here's to hoping for another sunny Sunday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGPKy8z-las/TVSmA-EvtcI/AAAAAAAACiM/bii_tzcNmhs/s1600/P2067327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGPKy8z-las/TVSmA-EvtcI/AAAAAAAACiM/bii_tzcNmhs/s400/P2067327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572261174557259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what led to a BIG lesson on sharing. I'm not sure we got through to Ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9v93ly9VI/TVSloOfXFuI/AAAAAAAACiE/zMpQXQkfniA/s1600/P2067346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9v93ly9VI/TVSloOfXFuI/AAAAAAAACiE/zMpQXQkfniA/s400/P2067346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260749467129570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see Jack's face but he was screaming/crying as well. How could I not take a picture? Too bad it wasn't at a better angle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFPlbQp69no/TVSloALNcMI/AAAAAAAACh8/7QJzzhQoyCQ/s1600/P2067350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFPlbQp69no/TVSloALNcMI/AAAAAAAACh8/7QJzzhQoyCQ/s400/P2067350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260745624514754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty loves playing fetch with the dogs! He's got a pretty good arm for being 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5Pz8ffxnI8/TVSln3TFEtI/AAAAAAAACh0/W1683a-iLFA/s1600/P2067341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5Pz8ffxnI8/TVSln3TFEtI/AAAAAAAACh0/W1683a-iLFA/s400/P2067341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260743241601746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with his new baby garbage truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yaD8pk30ac/TVSlnH6LXNI/AAAAAAAAChs/Vg2kSE6XTPk/s1600/P2067335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yaD8pk30ac/TVSlnH6LXNI/AAAAAAAAChs/Vg2kSE6XTPk/s400/P2067335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260730520689874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty had a little run in with the play place at Chic-Fil-A. He actually cut himself right on the corner of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLpjW90EZ8/TVSlm34o91I/AAAAAAAAChk/1wcBS85idho/s1600/P2067331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxLpjW90EZ8/TVSlm34o91I/AAAAAAAAChk/1wcBS85idho/s400/P2067331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260726219274066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone chasing Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qymf5bFmmWE/TVSikDRGRLI/AAAAAAAACg8/yTlK2RKfJsc/s1600/P2067351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qymf5bFmmWE/TVSikDRGRLI/AAAAAAAACg8/yTlK2RKfJsc/s400/P2067351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572257379200156850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Air Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tqvu1XluxY/TVSij62lpaI/AAAAAAAACg0/VlX_3G_yN6k/s1600/P2067364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tqvu1XluxY/TVSij62lpaI/AAAAAAAACg0/VlX_3G_yN6k/s400/P2067364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572257376941483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bigger Air Jordan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsHnWL_n2Po/TVSijgkYhDI/AAAAAAAACgs/BcluvtzeOYA/s1600/P2067371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsHnWL_n2Po/TVSijgkYhDI/AAAAAAAACgs/BcluvtzeOYA/s400/P2067371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572257369885803570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break, just chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7XnxhGZLLY/TVSijeapvRI/AAAAAAAACgk/MVybYJ8Zk4U/s1600/P2067382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7XnxhGZLLY/TVSijeapvRI/AAAAAAAACgk/MVybYJ8Zk4U/s400/P2067382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572257369308118290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on his form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skV3wQVzMcA/TVSijKqR-5I/AAAAAAAACgc/RmsoRxXmWcw/s1600/P2067393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skV3wQVzMcA/TVSijKqR-5I/AAAAAAAACgc/RmsoRxXmWcw/s400/P2067393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572257364004961170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-26381352916724952?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/26381352916724952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=26381352916724952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/26381352916724952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/26381352916724952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGPKy8z-las/TVSmA-EvtcI/AAAAAAAACiM/bii_tzcNmhs/s72-c/P2067327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-168023089454285398</id><published>2011-02-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:12:27.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Jack had his first day of preschool on Tuesday! We were so proud of him!  He did so great! I of course was expecting tears and a fight for me not  to leave when I dropped him off. He was a little hesitant at first then  he saw Mr. Washington playing with kaleidoscopes with a group of kids  and with that I got a kiss good bye and he was off. Funny how I was so  proud and so heart broken in the exact same moment. hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  decided to send Jack to preschool so he'd have something to do. I've  been striking out with getting him into activities here. (We miss the  gymnastics class in CA.) It's a bummer because there aren't any kids his  age in our neighborhood. The only gymnastics class he could join is at  5:30-6:30pm on Wednesdays. Who would go to that??? Do they not know what  time 3-4 years old eat dinner and go to bed??? He's too young for the  karate classes in the area, and so on and so on. Anyway, we figured it  was time to get him involved in something. We have been talking about  sending him since we moved here. When we got back from our Christmas  vacation I went in to CYS to sign him up and ended up putting him on a  waiting list to start in February, even though there were openings right  away. I know....total mom moment! Don't judge me!!! But I'm ready now, and he definitely  is as well. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "first day of school" picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUteeefyw0I/AAAAAAAACf8/boQWTgvB-CQ/s1600/P2017312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUteeefyw0I/AAAAAAAACf8/boQWTgvB-CQ/s400/P2017312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569649241849250626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty marched right over and stood next to Jack after I took the first picture. How cute!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUteeV-fH6I/AAAAAAAACgE/lCd6FtV2RKU/s1600/P2017314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUteeV-fH6I/AAAAAAAACgE/lCd6FtV2RKU/s400/P2017314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569649239562067874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up because Ty's hair is out of control and already in need of another trim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUtgS3xuBXI/AAAAAAAACgU/hI3etUXn83U/s1600/P2017317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUtgS3xuBXI/AAAAAAAACgU/hI3etUXn83U/s400/P2017317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569651241500149106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bro Hug! (Can you tell there's something interesting on the TV?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUtee5AT-uI/AAAAAAAACgM/wXXcAPVllI0/s1600/P2017318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUtee5AT-uI/AAAAAAAACgM/wXXcAPVllI0/s400/P2017318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569649248964967138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-168023089454285398?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/168023089454285398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=168023089454285398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/168023089454285398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/168023089454285398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUteeefyw0I/AAAAAAAACf8/boQWTgvB-CQ/s72-c/P2017312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5865022782775617429</id><published>2011-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:59:05.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Boys</title><content type='html'>Last week while we were "making soup" with the play kitchen we discovered a new use for the basket liners that it came with. It's funny because they fit their heads so perfectly like they were meant to be worn as frilly little bonnets. Hahahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 99% sure this picture will be in Jack's senior yearbook somewhere! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVd3r-MeI/AAAAAAAACfo/REM0qy3dYqQ/s1600/P1287306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVd3r-MeI/AAAAAAAACfo/REM0qy3dYqQ/s400/P1287306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568161592198967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVdvoGIEI/AAAAAAAACfg/G9ajyT3Ydig/s1600/P1287303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVdvoGIEI/AAAAAAAACfg/G9ajyT3Ydig/s400/P1287303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568161590035226690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who turned out the lights??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYWuUQcUbI/AAAAAAAACfw/vPxN_V8xnQI/s1600/P1287304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYWuUQcUbI/AAAAAAAACfw/vPxN_V8xnQI/s400/P1287304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568162974257664434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-bonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVc-CngbI/AAAAAAAACfI/Pd2ywbzPugY/s1600/P1287298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVc-CngbI/AAAAAAAACfI/Pd2ywbzPugY/s400/P1287298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568161576724693426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5865022782775617429?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5865022782775617429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5865022782775617429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5865022782775617429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5865022782775617429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-boys.html' title='Pretty Boys'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUYVd3r-MeI/AAAAAAAACfo/REM0qy3dYqQ/s72-c/P1287306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1155468240144451014</id><published>2011-01-29T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:35:37.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>My grandmother, Jack's Great-Grandmother, is a seamstress. She had her   own drapery business for YEARS. She made my mom's wedding dress back in   the day. The woman is VERY talented!!! I wish I had her skills. If she   saw the curtains that I made for our sunroom, she'd probably slap my  hands  with a ruler for shunning the family with my lack of sewing  talent.  Hahahah! For Christmas she made Jack this really awesome   puppet show stage that hangs in a door way. The boys love this! Ty   laughs hysterically whenever there's a puppet in sight, and Jack thinks   he's pretty funny with making up conversations between the puppets. Of  course  all the puppets ever say to each other is......"what's up,  chicken  butt?", "How you doin'", and his favorite question...."What's  your  favorite color?" WHO KNOWS! But it is pretty funny, none the less.  It's  so much fun watching the boys put on a puppet show! Where was all  this  stuff when I was a kid??? :-)  THANKS Grammy Spotts....the boys  love  their gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS_-ge1uSI/AAAAAAAACfA/hO0Z74PR61k/s1600/P1287294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS_-ge1uSI/AAAAAAAACfA/hO0Z74PR61k/s400/P1287294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567786119928854818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS_-fLvvcI/AAAAAAAACe4/HfLcuPpOgsc/s1600/P1287280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS_-fLvvcI/AAAAAAAACe4/HfLcuPpOgsc/s400/P1287280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567786119580335554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65_yuaFI/AAAAAAAACew/8SGOi3g4VKA/s1600/P1287289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65_yuaFI/AAAAAAAACew/8SGOi3g4VKA/s400/P1287289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567780544876275794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS6559qfdI/AAAAAAAACeo/WT2ffAMlK88/s1600/P1287275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS6559qfdI/AAAAAAAACeo/WT2ffAMlK88/s400/P1287275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567780543311543762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65kHrZkI/AAAAAAAACeg/4N5w0Ud7pls/s1600/P1287292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65kHrZkI/AAAAAAAACeg/4N5w0Ud7pls/s400/P1287292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567780537447966274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65eEtyxI/AAAAAAAACeY/80zbXVLUi-w/s1600/P1287287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65eEtyxI/AAAAAAAACeY/80zbXVLUi-w/s400/P1287287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567780535824927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65HVSHmI/AAAAAAAACeQ/kq8wiSi20Jk/s1600/P1287283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS65HVSHmI/AAAAAAAACeQ/kq8wiSi20Jk/s400/P1287283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567780529720401506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1155468240144451014?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1155468240144451014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1155468240144451014' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1155468240144451014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1155468240144451014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUS_-ge1uSI/AAAAAAAACfA/hO0Z74PR61k/s72-c/P1287294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1026138341138762454</id><published>2011-01-26T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:58:35.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Lightyear</title><content type='html'>We started our day by spending the morning out in the snow. We had a few  inches over night and the boys had fun while I shoveled. Ty wouldn't  keep his gloves on so we didn't spend as much time outside as planned.  That was OK though because when we came in Jack wasn't feeling great. He  took an uber-long nap this afternoon and just didn't seem like himself.  So when the boys woke up from their naps it was movie time. Jack voted  for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and Ty gladly went along with no  protest. I'm sure that will change once he starts talking! :-)  When  Jack snuggles in for a good flick he's accompanied by his Buzz Lightyear  Snuggie. The snuggie was a Christmas gift from his Aunt Lisa.....Jack  loves that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdrKa5S_I/AAAAAAAACeI/HQ64VU0lMrI/s1600/P1267273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdrKa5S_I/AAAAAAAACeI/HQ64VU0lMrI/s400/P1267273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566692873031207922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdq1qrBzI/AAAAAAAACeA/AdhIoqBkNns/s1600/P1267270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdq1qrBzI/AAAAAAAACeA/AdhIoqBkNns/s400/P1267270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566692867460237106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdqQPy5GI/AAAAAAAACd4/o9nUad8aHXg/s1600/P1267269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdqQPy5GI/AAAAAAAACd4/o9nUad8aHXg/s400/P1267269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566692857415394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1026138341138762454?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1026138341138762454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1026138341138762454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1026138341138762454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1026138341138762454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/jack-lightyear.html' title='Jack Lightyear'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TUDdrKa5S_I/AAAAAAAACeI/HQ64VU0lMrI/s72-c/P1267273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8703583460726095491</id><published>2011-01-25T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:38:14.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a favorite!</title><content type='html'>It's very true that the box is always as much fun, if not more fun, to  play with as the toy. Here's a left over box from our move that has  gotten a lot of attention over the last few days. Tonight while I was  making dinner, I threw in a Baby Einstein video for the boys mainly to  keep Ty occupied. He's cutting molars and isn't his normal chipper self.  :-( Anyway, when I popped my head around the corner to check on why the  boys were so quiet (never good) I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96d_FQdCI/AAAAAAAACdY/9g1WrZQqwvE/s1600/P1257261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96d_FQdCI/AAAAAAAACdY/9g1WrZQqwvE/s400/P1257261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302320021500962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracked me up  because they were both straining their necks to see the TV out of the  box. Hahahaha! I love when they have their brotherly together moments  that are NOT screaming fits over not sharing a toy or a wrestling match.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96ebQhENI/AAAAAAAACdo/M1BXQ8xcWc0/s1600/P1257267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96ebQhENI/AAAAAAAACdo/M1BXQ8xcWc0/s400/P1257267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302327584919762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96eDCsAwI/AAAAAAAACdg/hUlq2Mju4lw/s1600/P1257264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96eDCsAwI/AAAAAAAACdg/hUlq2Mju4lw/s400/P1257264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302321084465922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8703583460726095491?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8703583460726095491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8703583460726095491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8703583460726095491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8703583460726095491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/always-favorite.html' title='Always a favorite!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TT96d_FQdCI/AAAAAAAACdY/9g1WrZQqwvE/s72-c/P1257261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3416891393092055584</id><published>2011-01-23T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:32:15.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doh!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Play-Doh! So I'm very excited that my boys love Play-Doh too!   Once again....one of the ways I get to relive my childhood through my   kids! :-) I can sit there and play while they play. Or while Jack chops   it up into tiny bits and Ty licks it..hahahahahah! Either way it's  loads  of fun and occupies all of us for at least a good hour or 2.   YEAH for  Play-Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack "chopping up the worms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUq_okYWI/AAAAAAAACdI/BSbhJmNWP6k/s1600/P1217245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUq_okYWI/AAAAAAAACdI/BSbhJmNWP6k/s400/P1217245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565557074624274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scissors were the favorite Play-Doh gadget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUU5T_mlI/AAAAAAAACdA/YLJYhyFmcYE/s1600/P1217237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUU5T_mlI/AAAAAAAACdA/YLJYhyFmcYE/s400/P1217237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556694970243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty trying to figure out the scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUnDWweI/AAAAAAAACc4/O70lZ2fa9EI/s1600/P1217240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUnDWweI/AAAAAAAACc4/O70lZ2fa9EI/s400/P1217240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556690068619746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty wanting the scissors back......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUcCkaDI/AAAAAAAACcw/341Pw5QCXAA/s1600/P1217238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUcCkaDI/AAAAAAAACcw/341Pw5QCXAA/s400/P1217238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556687112529970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pondering if he should lick the tiny bit of Play-Doh AGAIN, for the 18th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUIsx_WI/AAAAAAAACco/ef3f5QPn5w0/s1600/P1217234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUUIsx_WI/AAAAAAAACco/ef3f5QPn5w0/s400/P1217234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556681920871778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very focused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUT9vLkYI/AAAAAAAACcg/PuBhCGRpUBM/s1600/P1217230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUT9vLkYI/AAAAAAAACcg/PuBhCGRpUBM/s400/P1217230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556678978146690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture because I think he's starting to look like Tom. I know I'm biased, but....so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUrNFFR0I/AAAAAAAACdQ/PU9zTfWOGHQ/s1600/P1217247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUrNFFR0I/AAAAAAAACdQ/PU9zTfWOGHQ/s400/P1217247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565557078233532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3416891393092055584?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3416891393092055584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3416891393092055584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3416891393092055584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3416891393092055584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/doh.html' title='The Doh!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTzUq_okYWI/AAAAAAAACdI/BSbhJmNWP6k/s72-c/P1217245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1255996726363517754</id><published>2011-01-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:13:16.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles</title><content type='html'>I had an ultrasound today for a gender check on the baby. I had an  anatomical ultrasound right before Christmas but the tech was SUPER  weird and rude about telling us the sex of the baby (long story). So the  Army hospital that we're going to on post has an OBGYN ultrasound  department separate from the ultrasound in the radiology department  so.....they do gender check appointments where the whole family can  attend. We wanted the kids to be a part of it so we all got to go to the  appointment and the boys got to see the baby, AKA: "Pickles" (name  given by Jack.)&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway......."Pickles" is a BOY! Apparently  McMurtrie's can only make boys. We are the 3rd generation who has 3  kids, all boys. Tom's dad was 1 of 3 boys, Tom was 1 of 3 boys, and now  we will soon have 3 boys as well. I think that's pretty cool. It would  have been fun to mix it up and have a girl, but I'm actually pretty  psyched that we're having another boy. I know what to expect, have all  the boy themed things and hopefully the teen years won't be as bad as I  predict they'd be with a daughter. Hahahahah! (knocking on wood, crossing fingers, hoping I didn't just jinx myself by saying that!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 weeks along already. It seems to be going pretty fast. Tom's been able to feel him move for a a few weeks now, which I LOVE! Pickles is a healthy  mover, this kid is all over the place, very active!! He kept moving  during the ultrasound and even threw an arm up like he was waving at us.  Jack saw it and actually waved back. It was such a sweet moment!! :-)  Here are the latest pictures of Pickles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHGkzbzhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/_zFzdG6dTvg/s1600/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHGkzbzhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/_zFzdG6dTvg/s400/img010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712567947021842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHGa62RnI/AAAAAAAACcI/Z6lFChX-Y8o/s1600/US%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHGa62RnI/AAAAAAAACcI/Z6lFChX-Y8o/s400/US%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712565293762162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-censored pic. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHygkIqbI/AAAAAAAACcY/-134dw-YDyY/s1600/US3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHygkIqbI/AAAAAAAACcY/-134dw-YDyY/s400/US3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563713322723355058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1255996726363517754?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1255996726363517754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1255996726363517754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1255996726363517754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1255996726363517754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/pickles.html' title='Pickles'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTZHGkzbzhI/AAAAAAAACcQ/_zFzdG6dTvg/s72-c/img010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2500186248537987153</id><published>2011-01-17T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:40:39.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was time...</title><content type='html'>Ty had his first haircut today. He was super fuzzy. I was  reluctant to cut his hair because he had these 2 little curls that would  form on the back of his head. Jack never had curls.  I didn't want  them to go away, but it was time. His hair was past his eyes when it was  brushed down in the front. And it would get so static-y that it morphed  into a live wookiee. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;  Ty was lucky enough to have me cut  his hair for his first haircut. hahaha! The kid would not have survived getting his hair cut out somewhere. I can barely cut his toe nails.  So Tom had him on his lap and we watched a baby Einstein movie and  wa-la......hair cut! Since the clippers were out, Jack got a trim too.  Bye bye baby curls, hello big guy! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Before fuzzy head pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT443Ttx-I/AAAAAAAACbo/NRH_Y68ert8/s1600/PC126578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT443Ttx-I/AAAAAAAACbo/NRH_Y68ert8/s400/PC126578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563345095512410082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The After buzz cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT44X39AUI/AAAAAAAACbg/bzuPwItnomg/s1600/P1177217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT44X39AUI/AAAAAAAACbg/bzuPwItnomg/s400/P1177217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563345087074468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post hair cut celebration that no one got nicked with the clippers by mom..... ring pops. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT8Du5u1_I/AAAAAAAACb4/Am7FJ-Icwq4/s1600/P1177226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT8Du5u1_I/AAAAAAAACb4/Am7FJ-Icwq4/s400/P1177226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563348580769388530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2500186248537987153?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2500186248537987153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2500186248537987153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2500186248537987153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2500186248537987153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-time.html' title='It was time...'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTT443Ttx-I/AAAAAAAACbo/NRH_Y68ert8/s72-c/PC126578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7915254199006302920</id><published>2011-01-15T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:35:17.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazer's</title><content type='html'>Tom told Jack about this place called &lt;a href="http://www.bbtel.com/%7Eblazer/index.htm"&gt;Blazer's&lt;/a&gt; on Monday. Jack asked me  everyday, at least 8 times a day...."Hey Mom, you wanna go somewhere  really cool, with these crazy bouncer things?" hahahah! Well, as the week went on and we  learned the days of the week he patiently waited to go to this "really  cool place" and today was his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom drives past Blazer's on  his way to work everyday. It's a huge warehouse that they turned into a  "fun zone" with a roller rink, arcade, mini golf and HUGE inflatable  slides and bouncers. There's an area for smaller kiddos which was  perfect for Ty. Since the kid's were under 6 years of age, Tom and I got  in for free. We went right when the place opened since it was a  Saturday and we figured it'd be crazy. We were there from 10:30 to 1pm  and had a blast! They have a food court like a baseball concession stand  so we even took a break and had lunch. It started to get pretty crowded  and the bigger kids were taking over the bouncers so we headed home  with 2 very tired kids! Mission accomplished! Tom scored big in the idea  of the day contest! We all had such a great time and will definitely be  going back because it was good, cheap fun and I don't think the kids  stopped smiling the whole time we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "really cool bouncer things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-aKgc1I/AAAAAAAACbY/ohswLTWgI-w/s1600/bl14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-aKgc1I/AAAAAAAACbY/ohswLTWgI-w/s400/bl14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562604119931253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the little kid bouncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-b3n30I/AAAAAAAACbQ/eF3aAfboQJY/s1600/bl13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-b3n30I/AAAAAAAACbQ/eF3aAfboQJY/s400/bl13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562604120388919106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack gearing up for a big jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzhvADVI/AAAAAAAACa4/-x-fiQOiCBU/s1600/bl10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzhvADVI/AAAAAAAACa4/-x-fiQOiCBU/s400/bl10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603932984806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack in mid-flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-AHdlmI/AAAAAAAACbI/__v1bYvPy-4/s1600/bl12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-AHdlmI/AAAAAAAACbI/__v1bYvPy-4/s400/bl12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562604112939161186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty climbing up the ladder like a big guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-MgBr1I/AAAAAAAACbA/2n2laN0sFlE/s1600/bl11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-MgBr1I/AAAAAAAACbA/2n2laN0sFlE/s400/bl11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562604116263415634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack going down the dragon slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzEdrj4I/AAAAAAAACaw/ypU4-EuTGB0/s1600/bl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzEdrj4I/AAAAAAAACaw/ypU4-EuTGB0/s400/bl9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603925127532418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dismount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzMXzBsI/AAAAAAAACao/zYD__0jxKVM/s1600/bl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWzMXzBsI/AAAAAAAACao/zYD__0jxKVM/s400/bl8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603927250339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmest moment of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWy0Y72xI/AAAAAAAACag/JC5761-oYLI/s1600/bl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWy0Y72xI/AAAAAAAACag/JC5761-oYLI/s400/bl7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603920812661522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty rode this thing for a whole 5 seconds, the longest he sat still the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWy0EVhGI/AAAAAAAACaY/WLLDP1_AaDY/s1600/bl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWy0EVhGI/AAAAAAAACaY/WLLDP1_AaDY/s400/bl6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603920726262882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got stuck on the top of the gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqU6lHCI/AAAAAAAACaQ/v39URDYL5Sg/s1600/bl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqU6lHCI/AAAAAAAACaQ/v39URDYL5Sg/s400/bl5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603774924889122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns are like magnets for boys....no matter their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqRhmonI/AAAAAAAACaI/jDruHHQHR5g/s1600/bl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqRhmonI/AAAAAAAACaI/jDruHHQHR5g/s400/bl4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603774014825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 14 more years before we have to worry about "the Tornado" behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqD0CgDI/AAAAAAAACaA/xgvTmR-7ZvA/s1600/bl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqD0CgDI/AAAAAAAACaA/xgvTmR-7ZvA/s400/bl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603770334052402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pass for helping Ty through the bouncy maze due to being with child....so the job fell to Tom. (I was a little jealous...there was a cool slide at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqDdUDeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/6dFQhplrcmM/s1600/bl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWqDdUDeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/6dFQhplrcmM/s400/bl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603770238733794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool slide at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWp4mWnDI/AAAAAAAACZw/t63GLKEwv1Y/s1600/bl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJWp4mWnDI/AAAAAAAACZw/t63GLKEwv1Y/s400/bl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603767323860018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7915254199006302920?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7915254199006302920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7915254199006302920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7915254199006302920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7915254199006302920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/blazers.html' title='Blazer&apos;s'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TTJW-aKgc1I/AAAAAAAACbY/ohswLTWgI-w/s72-c/bl14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2709756990372814458</id><published>2011-01-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:42:26.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Chefs</title><content type='html'>The boys got a play kitchen for Christmas. I'm secretly living through  them with this toy. I love this thing! Hahah! Good thing is they love it  too! Here are my little chefs making some delicious treats.......  Doughnut soup, grilled burgers, and lots of coffee with ice. :-) Ty's a  very good taste tester and loves being on the phone. Jack's partial to  anything he can make while using the tongs and the big spoon. It's the  little things! :-)  (Oh and Jack's been going through a thing where  wearing a shirt is not cool apparently! He goes to bed wearing one, and  when we check on him when we go to bed he's shirtless. When he comes out  of his room in the morning he's wearing it again, however, by the time  he's eating, the shirt is back off and stays off until we get dressed  for the day. Who knows....we just go with it! :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0gzn9XI/AAAAAAAACZo/7pDvh9Dzekw/s1600/P1117124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0gzn9XI/AAAAAAAACZo/7pDvh9Dzekw/s400/P1117124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479149520418162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0XJn0eI/AAAAAAAACZg/4vgsB_t38eg/s1600/P1117118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0XJn0eI/AAAAAAAACZg/4vgsB_t38eg/s400/P1117118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479146928329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0CS9zgI/AAAAAAAACZY/QrHmyGq1CWw/s1600/P1117114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0CS9zgI/AAAAAAAACZY/QrHmyGq1CWw/s400/P1117114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479141330374146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2709756990372814458?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2709756990372814458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2709756990372814458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2709756990372814458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2709756990372814458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-chefs.html' title='Little Chefs'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS5X0gzn9XI/AAAAAAAACZo/7pDvh9Dzekw/s72-c/P1117124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7434400854109120199</id><published>2011-01-11T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T18:19:16.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>We got some snow today. YEAH! Not near as much as our family and friends  in other parts of the country, but we got snow! A whole whoppin' inch  of it! The big storms seem to keep missing us. We're always on the outer  edge of the storm whether it goes above us or below us. I love the  snow, so I'll take what I can get! Tom actually got out of work early  today because of road conditions so that was a nice surprise. We all had  a blast in the snow. We needed a good day playing outside. The boys and  I have been battling colds since we got back from the holidays and the  temperature has just been too cold to have any fun outside without snow.  So 1 inch of snow equals one pretty cool day! :-) (Be warned: I have LOTS of pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a little while for Ty to want to play in the snow. He stayed at the border of the snow in the garage for at least 20 minutes. Jack kept trying to lure him out with the "snow plow". AKA...shovel. Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LKPZTZKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/004IsYLubiM/s1600/P1117134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LKPZTZKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/004IsYLubiM/s400/P1117134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113385431688354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little state puff marshmallow baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LJw07b1I/AAAAAAAACZI/a8CSowFbzCg/s1600/P1117135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LJw07b1I/AAAAAAAACZI/a8CSowFbzCg/s400/P1117135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113377226059602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack on his "loader" from Boobie and Umpa. The boys have been playing with it in the garage, it was much more fun outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LJTJYSrI/AAAAAAAACZA/LdaPD4-35Nk/s1600/P1117140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LJTJYSrI/AAAAAAAACZA/LdaPD4-35Nk/s400/P1117140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113369258773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LIv9cFXI/AAAAAAAACY4/ii1Hu5RVsdA/s1600/P1117148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LIv9cFXI/AAAAAAAACY4/ii1Hu5RVsdA/s400/P1117148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113359813449074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty loves the loader too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KCLOyEiI/AAAAAAAACYw/uTX39fU6jDU/s1600/P1117150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KCLOyEiI/AAAAAAAACYw/uTX39fU6jDU/s400/P1117150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112147363238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty telling Jack that he missed a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBnXZTwI/AAAAAAAACYo/-RjbACHHJPY/s1600/P1117153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBnXZTwI/AAAAAAAACYo/-RjbACHHJPY/s400/P1117153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112137735687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love....when your feet can't reach the pedals...you can count on your brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBZ3SniI/AAAAAAAACYg/zxATdlPhICM/s1600/P1117161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBZ3SniI/AAAAAAAACYg/zxATdlPhICM/s400/P1117161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112134111370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's snow angel in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KAiNoZJI/AAAAAAAACYQ/0agDRxQN2lw/s1600/P1117168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KAiNoZJI/AAAAAAAACYQ/0agDRxQN2lw/s400/P1117168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112119172686994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBKHDbFI/AAAAAAAACYY/ac79utpp-7I/s1600/P1117166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0KBKHDbFI/AAAAAAAACYY/ac79utpp-7I/s400/P1117166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561112129882516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't get off of the loader. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0ITcsy0LI/AAAAAAAACYI/6c38iz2bIX4/s1600/P1117171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0ITcsy0LI/AAAAAAAACYI/6c38iz2bIX4/s400/P1117171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561110245087039666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't recommend driving in these conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0ITBCjjKI/AAAAAAAACYA/qbsLraglUKI/s1600/P1117176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0ITBCjjKI/AAAAAAAACYA/qbsLraglUKI/s400/P1117176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561110237662121122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could make the trampoline more fun....a layer of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0IStDZwDI/AAAAAAAACX4/XOg2odHspsY/s1600/P1117197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0IStDZwDI/AAAAAAAACX4/XOg2odHspsY/s400/P1117197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561110232296964146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0IRwFzzII/AAAAAAAACXo/ytdYhzT6QCk/s1600/P1117202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0IRwFzzII/AAAAAAAACXo/ytdYhzT6QCk/s400/P1117202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561110215932497026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7434400854109120199?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7434400854109120199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7434400854109120199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7434400854109120199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7434400854109120199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TS0LKPZTZKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/004IsYLubiM/s72-c/P1117134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1805778939348499048</id><published>2011-01-09T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:20:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants and Cooties</title><content type='html'>Today turned into a game day for the boys. Ty and Jack got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ants in  the Pants&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cooties&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas and we played them a lot today. The  best part was that Ty was actually playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ants in the Pants&lt;/span&gt; and  flinging the little ants like a big guy. He got a huge kick out of  watching those things fly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cooties&lt;/span&gt; was a blast too. Jack was very proud  of his "Crazy bug". It brought back memories of me playing that game at  my Gram's house when I was younger. Jack does pretty well with board  games. He's such an honest kid....if he cheats, he tells you before you  can bust him. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to many more game days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd06QIdkI/AAAAAAAACXI/Ga0qvsI6trs/s1600/P1097089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd06QIdkI/AAAAAAAACXI/Ga0qvsI6trs/s400/P1097089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560359853513799234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpeDOQwRtI/AAAAAAAACXg/KQK_QZMep7w/s1600/P1097083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpeDOQwRtI/AAAAAAAACXg/KQK_QZMep7w/s400/P1097083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560360099403286226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd1N-3paI/AAAAAAAACXQ/HK5Gzgr6hMg/s1600/P1097097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd1N-3paI/AAAAAAAACXQ/HK5Gzgr6hMg/s400/P1097097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560359858810103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd1CO9qpI/AAAAAAAACXY/rYj0djhFt1k/s1600/P1097099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd1CO9qpI/AAAAAAAACXY/rYj0djhFt1k/s400/P1097099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560359855656381074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1805778939348499048?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1805778939348499048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1805778939348499048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1805778939348499048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1805778939348499048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/ants-and-cooties.html' title='Ants and Cooties'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSpd06QIdkI/AAAAAAAACXI/Ga0qvsI6trs/s72-c/P1097089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4640460039949840762</id><published>2011-01-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:12:53.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Holidays in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>We spent our holiday in PA this year. With our recent addition of a mini  van it made the drive super comfortable, and we even had enough room to  bring the dogs along. We got to PA on Thursday night and spent a week  at home with our families. Our holiday was busy but so much fun! We  started Christmas morning with my parents and brother, then headed to  Tom's parents for the afternoon with his parents, brothers and  grandmother and finished it off at my Grandparent's house with my huge  extended family for the evening with our tradition of Dirty Bingo(Yankee  Swap). It was really an amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were beyond  spoiled by our families. The attention they got alone was crazy. Jack  definitely loved the spot light. It took Ty a while to warm up to  everyone, but once he did, it was game on. Hahahah! The boys really  don't know how lucky they are having so many people who love them. They  essentially had 4 Christmases (we celebrated our own little Christmas  when we got back to KY on New Year's Day). Our families went way beyond  what they needed to do for the kids. I really hate being so far away  because I wish family gatherings could happen more often in their  everyday lives so it would be more common for them! Just seeing everyone  on the holidays isn't enough! I miss stopping by my grandparent's house  on a weekend when she makes her homemade pot pie or meeting my mom and  aunts for lunch and shopping or going to my cousins sporting events or  just seeing everyone more frequently and not having guilt when we run  out of time and have to head back home. But enough about missing  everyone, it goes without saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a great  holiday!!! I have over 600 pictures from our week at home. I'm not sure  how to narrow them down so I'll do my best to pick out a few to post.  But before you get to check out the pics I have to tell you about one of  the greatest gifts we got this year and it was from Jack....he's POTTY  TRAINED! YEAH!! We started potty training in March. That's  right....March. I think we pushed him before he was ready and that's  half of why it took 9 months, but by golly, he's got it now! When we got  to KY I had to get the boys physicals to get registered for day care in  case we'd ever use it. The pediatrician gave me great advice about  potty training. See, Jack got #1 down pretty well months ago but #2 was a  huge fight with crying and hissy fits of all kinds. He'd go once on the  potty then we'd regress completely for weeks. So the Dr. told me to  give him a prune at breakfast and by dinner he'd have to go. Do this  every day with making him sit on the potty a few times a day just to get  used to it. Well, with that advice and a special reward of these gummy  strawberry things I found Jack is now pooping on the potty like a champ!  We're so proud!! It's been a few weeks now, but I didn't want to jinx  it by saying it out loud. :-) Even with traveling over the holidays he  went at other people's houses and even at a Wendy's on the trip home! We  don't even use the prunes now, he's got it! I assume that your first  kiddo is always your guinea pig, right? Ty you're lucky, I have a few  things we'll be doing differently when your time comes! Hopefully with  less tears for all of us! :-) So......... YEAH for Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone out there had a great holiday too! Here's to 2011!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack got to open the first gift. It was a very special gift that Santa left at Oma and Pop Pop's because it wasn't going to be left at our house (ya know what I'm sayin'??).....a purple unicorn pillow pet. He's been asking for that thing for 2 months.  He LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1dnB33FI/AAAAAAAACU4/BpThwo948Fc/s1600/PC256711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1dnB33FI/AAAAAAAACU4/BpThwo948Fc/s400/PC256711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119204100594770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1epqzOOI/AAAAAAAACVY/DeYPmLUAbRY/s1600/PC256773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1epqzOOI/AAAAAAAACVY/DeYPmLUAbRY/s400/PC256773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119221988997346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was REALLY excited about his coffee! Ty....not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1eYbhqdI/AAAAAAAACVQ/0XhZJFiUl1o/s1600/PC256762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1eYbhqdI/AAAAAAAACVQ/0XhZJFiUl1o/s400/PC256762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119217361529298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Pop in his new fancy hat! Tom was jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1eD1ZBzI/AAAAAAAACVI/ysbvW87aHvM/s1600/PC256750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1eD1ZBzI/AAAAAAAACVI/ysbvW87aHvM/s400/PC256750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119211832870706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim demonstrating the straw glasses he got for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1d-EyAGI/AAAAAAAACVA/DY4fbxdZ474/s1600/PC256739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1d-EyAGI/AAAAAAAACVA/DY4fbxdZ474/s400/PC256739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559119210286809186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building towers with Uncle Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1Oz-rGI/AAAAAAAACWI/IUpHdP5808w/s1600/PC266888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1Oz-rGI/AAAAAAAACWI/IUpHdP5808w/s400/PC266888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559252650823691362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boobie and Jack tearing into a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZ3yC-kjqI/AAAAAAAACWg/W6AAlupfPcY/s1600/PC256806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZ3yC-kjqI/AAAAAAAACWg/W6AAlupfPcY/s400/PC256806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559262491711934114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and Uncle Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjRJGAlI/AAAAAAAACVw/pwBvZao0OKc/s1600/PC256834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjRJGAlI/AAAAAAAACVw/pwBvZao0OKc/s400/PC256834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559249043676594770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bruce was on battery duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjNuJKCI/AAAAAAAACVo/edazpAfjcwI/s1600/PC256822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjNuJKCI/AAAAAAAACVo/edazpAfjcwI/s400/PC256822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559249042758248482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bruce and Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZri6jPf7I/AAAAAAAACVg/PkevRUUEvOg/s1600/PC256811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZri6jPf7I/AAAAAAAACVg/PkevRUUEvOg/s400/PC256811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559249037612253106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My extended family with a few missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjwxbjuI/AAAAAAAACWA/_9HsvXJDRhU/s1600/PC256868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjwxbjuI/AAAAAAAACWA/_9HsvXJDRhU/s400/PC256868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559249052167278306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love Mouse Trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjmJTotI/AAAAAAAACV4/Cuhv2QMXCHo/s1600/PC256844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZrjmJTotI/AAAAAAAACV4/Cuhv2QMXCHo/s400/PC256844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559249049314632402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lexie.....This gives a whole new meaning to the "I've got your nose" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1k4ZYgI/AAAAAAAACWY/O4FItGW1S3U/s1600/PC306904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1k4ZYgI/AAAAAAAACWY/O4FItGW1S3U/s400/PC306904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559252656747799042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lisa bribing Ty with a jelly filled munchkin! He was pretending to be shy. A donut hole can cure anything for that kid! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1XlDJcI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AmWvyKE0ts4/s1600/PC306897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSZu1XlDJcI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AmWvyKE0ts4/s400/PC306897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559252653176989122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in KY, Santa left a few gifts that were from Oma and Pop Pop and Boobie and Umpa. This rocking horse was from Boobie's house. Ty LOVES it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyEuF2RBI/AAAAAAAACUw/iWY3RuDyAsA/s1600/P1017042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyEuF2RBI/AAAAAAAACUw/iWY3RuDyAsA/s400/P1017042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558904371732169746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves it so much he did NOT want to share with Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyETAT6CI/AAAAAAAACUo/P_P0xsR2Pck/s1600/P1017048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyETAT6CI/AAAAAAAACUo/P_P0xsR2Pck/s400/P1017048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558904364461189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty demonstrating "Safety First"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyEC0VD5I/AAAAAAAACUg/-Kl2kpz6HCI/s1600/P1017027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSUyEC0VD5I/AAAAAAAACUg/-Kl2kpz6HCI/s400/P1017027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558904360115965842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys discussing what they should grill first on their new kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDp6XLuEI/AAAAAAAACW4/TmqUCwE6KKA/s1600/P1017071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDp6XLuEI/AAAAAAAACW4/TmqUCwE6KKA/s400/P1017071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559275546099824706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cement mixer and dump truck....I'd say he loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDpvQ2OKI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHnSfONQNlc/s1600/P1016985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDpvQ2OKI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHnSfONQNlc/s400/P1016985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559275543120459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ride on loader.....like I said, the toys are growing just like the kids....we need a bigger house! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDpZKV0nI/AAAAAAAACWo/IVnLN604LeU/s1600/P1017056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSaDpZKV0nI/AAAAAAAACWo/IVnLN604LeU/s400/P1017056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559275537187590770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4640460039949840762?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4640460039949840762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4640460039949840762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4640460039949840762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4640460039949840762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-holidays-in-nutshell.html' title='Our Holidays in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TSX1dnB33FI/AAAAAAAACU4/BpThwo948Fc/s72-c/PC256711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3311385116995850724</id><published>2010-12-19T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:19:00.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>We discovered a new activity in our house this weekend. It's great for wearing out the boys (young and old-er) and also cleaning my floors. Of course this was Tom's idea, and the boys loved every minute of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please excuse the disgusting 3yr old with a whole slice of Italian bread shoved in his mouth....he must be raised by wolves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oww5Bw9QwKg?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oww5Bw9QwKg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/blGYn9cYAfE?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/blGYn9cYAfE?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3311385116995850724?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3311385116995850724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3311385116995850724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3311385116995850724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3311385116995850724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2725797066686350611</id><published>2010-12-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:08:51.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART Chick-Fil-A!!!</title><content type='html'>This past week was a weird one! We had some crazy weather. No  snow....just ice. I've never heard of freezing fog before but we had it  yesterday. hahaha! We got about 1/4" to 1/2" of ice that is still  coating everything outside. The temperatures haven't gotten above 29 for  the past 4 days so it's been chilly and slick to say the least. Before  the crazy ice this week we woke up to our power going out at 6:30 am  Tuesday morning. It kicked back on after a few seconds but it did that  about 8 times before lunch that day. At 10am we lost power for over an  hour. Along with our flickering power we lost all service from Comcast  for 2 days. No phone, internet or TV..... Bummer! With the temperatures  being too cold to play outside and all of our crafts exhausted I decided  it was time for a play place outing. We have a Chick-Fil-A with a play  place in E-town. This is very exciting to me because Chick-fil-a is  yummy. I believe everything should be dipped in their Polynesian sauce!  But back to why I really love them..... The workers there are amazingly  nice and helpful! They actually have floating workers that just walk  around and take your tray when you're done, offer to get you refills on  your drinks and even ketchup. This is amazing. See, it was just me and  the 2 boys. Now, I've gotten pretty good at the 2 baby juggle. There's  many creative ways to get through shopping, eating lunch or a doctors  appointment with 2 very mobile boys who want to go, go go!! However, The  woman who took our order asked if I wanted help, I said, "That's OK,  but thank you". I've never had someone ask me if I wanted help carrying a  tray at a restaurant. She didn't listen to me and actually carried our  tray to a table for us, got us straws, napkins and ketchup along with a  high chair! How NICE!!! I LOVE CHIK-FIL-A!!! Not only do they have  Polynesian sauce, and a play place, but the people who work there are  helpful, while being NICE and Friendly, and more importantly, accepting  of a mom with 2 boys! Thank you Chick-Fil-A!!!! We'll be back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was a big fan of the little man area of the play place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb67XQxpI/AAAAAAAACUU/dhwBp2_M68A/s1600/chick%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb67XQxpI/AAAAAAAACUU/dhwBp2_M68A/s400/chick%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552054246055134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loungey way to slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb6rkwEZI/AAAAAAAACUM/yuaJSI3K-vY/s1600/chick%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb6rkwEZI/AAAAAAAACUM/yuaJSI3K-vY/s400/chick%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552054241816744338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took Ty one time to learn the lesson of NOT standing at the bottom of the slide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb6iKi7eI/AAAAAAAACUE/czQC2mWVVT0/s1600/chick%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb6iKi7eI/AAAAAAAACUE/czQC2mWVVT0/s400/chick%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552054239290912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2725797066686350611?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2725797066686350611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2725797066686350611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2725797066686350611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2725797066686350611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-heart-chick-fil.html' title='I HEART Chick-Fil-A!!!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQzb67XQxpI/AAAAAAAACUU/dhwBp2_M68A/s72-c/chick%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-426474879192776879</id><published>2010-12-13T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:02:10.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooooookies!</title><content type='html'>The weather wasn't supposed to be so great this weekend. Last week we  had freezing temperatures (Beth I know you experience what "freezing"  really means up there in AK, so ignore me) and then they were calling  for 1-3 inches of snow over Saturday and Sunday. We love the snow so we  were ready. The boys have coats, boots, hats, mittens, a sled and an  innertube..... we were ready to go. Also I thought ahead (this really  doesn't happen often) and I decided to stock up on our cookie dough so  we could bake and decorate our cookies this weekend. Well, the snow  didn't really happen like they predicted. We did get over an inch but  the wind is so crazy that it's just blown all over the place and it  really only snowed last night. So my plans for a snowy weekend of  snowman building and sleigh riding was a bust but we still managed to  knock out some cookies. Since I denied Ty the experience of working with  colored sugar crystals, due to his glitter glue fiasco, he got to enjoy  a lollipop with Tom while Jack and I worked or better termed...made a huge mess. Hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaWRasRwSI/AAAAAAAACTw/sYyKm7-mAmQ/s1600/PC126551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaWRasRwSI/AAAAAAAACTw/sYyKm7-mAmQ/s400/PC126551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288816747692322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVlbLR8iI/AAAAAAAACTg/zUd9-kydg2M/s1600/PC126575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVlbLR8iI/AAAAAAAACTg/zUd9-kydg2M/s400/PC126575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288060963484194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous McMurtrie, I'm getting my picture taken, face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVkvNnIRI/AAAAAAAACTQ/s3FVTZuPOl8/s1600/PC126545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVkvNnIRI/AAAAAAAACTQ/s3FVTZuPOl8/s400/PC126545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288049162101010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one gross kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVkfpltvI/AAAAAAAACTI/kxd1JIjPr9E/s1600/PC126546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVkfpltvI/AAAAAAAACTI/kxd1JIjPr9E/s400/PC126546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288044984481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaXwoI2ayI/AAAAAAAACT4/sr02X7EPJHU/s1600/PC126578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaXwoI2ayI/AAAAAAAACT4/sr02X7EPJHU/s400/PC126578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550290452444769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVlj8LegI/AAAAAAAACTo/MhKIf-SIOBk/s1600/PC126585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaVlj8LegI/AAAAAAAACTo/MhKIf-SIOBk/s400/PC126585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288063316064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-426474879192776879?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/426474879192776879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=426474879192776879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/426474879192776879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/426474879192776879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/cooooookies.html' title='Cooooookies!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TQaWRasRwSI/AAAAAAAACTw/sYyKm7-mAmQ/s72-c/PC126551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-6436604343694493796</id><published>2010-12-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:36:10.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter Glue...</title><content type='html'>....Oh how I loathe you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-dinner time is always craziness in  this house. Entertaining 2 whack-a-dos while cooking dinner before Tom  gets home is a BLAST (sarcasm!!!) Hahahah! Tonight I decided to make  Jager Schnitzel because I was feeling special, like I could pull it  off. Silly me! So while I was prepping I set out a bag of crayons,  markers, stamps (all washable) and paper for the boys and let them have  at it, at the dining room table. This is all of 10 feet away from where I  was cooking. Jack was working with the stamps and Ty was all over the  crayons happily being artsy, then I looked away. See....you can't ever  look away....EVER! Especially with TY! That kid has tiny devil horns  sprouting I swear! He found the glitter glue sticks that I seemed to  have forgotten were in the stinkin' bag. Glitter Glue!!! Really? Oh yes!  In a matter of seconds he squirted it all over the floor, rubbed it on  the table, on his face and all over his clothes. And being the mother of  this whack-a-do, the first thing I did was laugh and get my camera!  Then, while barefoot (that's right barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen), I stepped in a puddle of glitter glue and I  immediately stopped laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures really don't do the glitter justice. It was everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCq_LbKI/AAAAAAAACS4/pvovDKesHNY/s1600/PC076498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCq_LbKI/AAAAAAAACS4/pvovDKesHNY/s400/PC076498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132421121830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCRH4eHI/AAAAAAAACSw/-lA-Jx9pUs8/s1600/PC076491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCRH4eHI/AAAAAAAACSw/-lA-Jx9pUs8/s400/PC076491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132414179014770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCInfFPI/AAAAAAAACSo/nKsMiUiHQvs/s1600/PC076490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCInfFPI/AAAAAAAACSo/nKsMiUiHQvs/s400/PC076490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132411895649522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I stripped him down and hosed off all the glitter the conga line started. Ty held on to the back of Jack and they ran around the house giggling hysterically while I over cooked dinner. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tC3O2mzI/AAAAAAAACTA/LKkx-ZoFNdc/s1600/PC076500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tC3O2mzI/AAAAAAAACTA/LKkx-ZoFNdc/s400/PC076500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132424408800050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-6436604343694493796?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6436604343694493796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=6436604343694493796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6436604343694493796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/6436604343694493796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/glitter-glue.html' title='Glitter Glue...'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TP7tCq_LbKI/AAAAAAAACS4/pvovDKesHNY/s72-c/PC076498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8118336483081827991</id><published>2010-12-05T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:39:46.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tannenbaum</title><content type='html'>We are all decorated for Christmas. Last weekend we did the outside lights which I'm thankful for because it took Tom and I the whole 2 hours the boys were napping last Sunday afternoon. Plus it was a lot warmer last weekend than this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwM5MKHr0I/AAAAAAAACRg/FaOT3S4qMmo/s1600/PB286388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwM5MKHr0I/AAAAAAAACRg/FaOT3S4qMmo/s400/PB286388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547323017669357378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes....that is an inflatable yard decoration! It's an RV with a Santa that pops out of the door! The kids LOVE it! Hahahahah! Don't judge us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwM49bvXbI/AAAAAAAACRY/ivpgF9ZgJwQ/s1600/PB286390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwM49bvXbI/AAAAAAAACRY/ivpgF9ZgJwQ/s400/PB286390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547323013716729266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this weekend we did the inside decorations which included the tree. Since we're heading to PA for the holidays we went with what is becoming our little unwanted tradition. The fake, bought at the scary German Wal-Mart, Christmas tree. Oh, how I loathe this thing! I really really LOVE real trees. But with going home we put up the fake one, then we don't have to worry about getting rid of it before we travel or not and waiting for it to shed off all of it's needles while we were away. This tree is so lame! It leans and wobbles, has a missing branch and you can see through it. hahahah! For how much I dislike this tree it has been used for 6 of our  7 married Christmases together. I'm sure most of my friends in the military are in the same boat and can relate. Being so far away from family all year round, we usually spend Christmas somewhere other than our own homes. I'll take a huge family holiday over having a real tree any year.  Anyway, we are all decorated and the house looks pretty good. The boys did a great job helping with the tree as you can see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwO6WC50PI/AAAAAAAACSI/L2nvRxfiFrI/s1600/PC046466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwO6WC50PI/AAAAAAAACSI/L2nvRxfiFrI/s400/PC046466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547325236526567666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwO54kRlCI/AAAAAAAACSA/Bp0FCsbbaHA/s1600/PC046460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwO54kRlCI/AAAAAAAACSA/Bp0FCsbbaHA/s400/PC046460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547325228613473314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwO5qz0_GI/AAAAAAAACR4/WJNhzYYgV7w/s1600/PC046461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwPaYVzrmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/ClS6oeQIMHw/s400/PC046477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547325786898542178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwPamPOGEI/AAAAAAAACSY/kBJ4tq6UM1o/s1600/PC046481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwPamPOGEI/AAAAAAAACSY/kBJ4tq6UM1o/s400/PC046481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547325790629009474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwPa0txOwI/AAAAAAAACSg/sT3Cnq2aUGk/s1600/PC046483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwPa0txOwI/AAAAAAAACSg/sT3Cnq2aUGk/s400/PC046483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547325794515237634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8118336483081827991?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8118336483081827991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8118336483081827991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8118336483081827991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8118336483081827991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-tannenbaum.html' title='O Tannenbaum'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPwM5MKHr0I/AAAAAAAACRg/FaOT3S4qMmo/s72-c/PB286388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4765266548604554780</id><published>2010-12-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:48:19.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>I started following &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; blog a few weeks ago. This blog led me to The &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/"&gt;Tasty Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; blog. I love recipes. I collect them really, not using all of them, but collecting them because one day I'll have the time....one day! See, I secretly wish I knew how to cook with crazy ingredients, had knife skills like an Iron Chef, could create dishes with random stuff I have in my cabinets and everyone would eat every last bite while rubbing their bellies and humming a good ol' "MMmmmm".  So I surf through recipe sites and remain jealous of the people who submit these yummy looking creations. But back to this...I'm a total sucker for a quick meal or dessert! I found this &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/desserts/yellow-cake-cookies/"&gt;cookie recipe&lt;/a&gt; on Tasty Kitchen. Jack basically made the whole recipe, he really likes cracking the eggs and is pretty good at it too. Anyway, I used Devil's food cake mix and peanut butter chips. These cookies were a big hit and didn't last long ..... just wanted to share my find! Also...these &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/desserts/oreo-cheesecake-cookies/"&gt;cookies &lt;/a&gt;are really good too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4765266548604554780?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4765266548604554780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4765266548604554780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4765266548604554780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4765266548604554780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5992361756009208129</id><published>2010-11-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:49:50.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those...</title><content type='html'>Well, we've crossed over to the dark side. We are the proud new owners of a mini van. With baby #3 on the way we weren't quite sure how the car seats would all fit in our Subaru. To be honest, I was the one fighting the mini van idea. But it all really does make sense for us and mini vans have come a long way! They're pretty impressive now. Our new ride has "Magic doors" according to Jack. I do love the idea of heading to the car with kids in tow and a cart full of groceries and the "magic doors" just open for us. The amount of space and moving seats will make visits from family much more comfortable when we go places too. Instead of everyone squeezing in between the car seats, they all get their own roomy seat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't gotten to try it out too much just yet. The only time we've used it was on the ride home from the dealer last night. Of course it rained here ALL day so we stayed in and didn't get to venture out anywhere, but maybe tomorrow.  Don't judge us....it's our swagger wagon! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPW2a6LZD4I/AAAAAAAACRQ/ZJz2CFsFvVU/s1600/PB306394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPW2a6LZD4I/AAAAAAAACRQ/ZJz2CFsFvVU/s400/PB306394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545539089586524034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5992361756009208129?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5992361756009208129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5992361756009208129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5992361756009208129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5992361756009208129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-those.html' title='One of those...'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPW2a6LZD4I/AAAAAAAACRQ/ZJz2CFsFvVU/s72-c/PB306394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1959685021405413436</id><published>2010-11-27T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:37:01.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Days</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving here in New-Tucky. We were expecting to host  3 others from Tom's office but it ended up being just us. Which, to be  honest, was perfect. I of course was expecting the extra stomachs with  eating the 22 pound turkey that I bought, but my freezer is full now.  Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  had ourselves a lazy holiday. We ate our spread for  dinner so there  was no rush on the cooking which was nice! The food was  yummy and we  quickly fell into our food comas and watched the old  school Rudolph the  Red Nosed Reindeer. It goes without saying we have A  LOT to be thankful  for this year, starting with these two ham bones and the next one that's on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the before shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUESpFiII/AAAAAAAACQI/S8iCdSjdQzU/s1600/PB256327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUESpFiII/AAAAAAAACQI/S8iCdSjdQzU/s400/PB256327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544445786458523778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUEgugGnI/AAAAAAAACQQ/GCRuQDsBa2g/s1600/PB256329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUEgugGnI/AAAAAAAACQQ/GCRuQDsBa2g/s400/PB256329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544445790239332978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUE8yeeeI/AAAAAAAACQY/kGTdjCRf5-4/s1600/PB256343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUE8yeeeI/AAAAAAAACQY/kGTdjCRf5-4/s400/PB256343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544445797772196322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a good day too. We slept in (thanks to the turkey coma the night before the boys slept til almost 8:30). Now, I admire those of you who can brave the "goat rodeo" that is Black Friday.....I just can't do it! (for all my fellow military spouses you can get the uncensored meaning of goat rodeo from your hubbies since that was Tom's description)  The craziness and chaos gives me a near anxiety attack. So we had no shopping plans, just plans to move the bedrooms around, decorate for Christmas and hangout. Along with sleeping in, our day started out with another surprise. When Jack crawled out of bed and woke us up he peaked out of our window and announced that there was snow out there. It rained here for what seemed like 48 straight hours before and during Thanksgiving and they were calling for a wintery mix Thursday night. We just assumed we'd get more rain and our yard would continue to turn into a clay swamp. But Jack was right....we had snow! We bundled up the boys and headed out to play in the 1/2 inch we got. Ty wasn't too sure what to do. He was like a deer in head lights, he just stood in the same spot where I set him down and didn't move unless someone was holding his hand leading him around the yard. Hahahah! Jack on the other hand, ran all over the place making footprints as he screamed at us that he was making footprints. He really is Captain Obvious! :-) The dogs loved it too. Sadie's always been a snow lover and this was Lola's first experience in the snow. She enjoyed it WAY more than Ty. So we had a great Thanksgiving, and a great. non-goat rodeo, Black Friday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty snow before all the footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWRK6VJqI/AAAAAAAACQg/PX5eUF-qgWg/s1600/PB266353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWRK6VJqI/AAAAAAAACQg/PX5eUF-qgWg/s400/PB266353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544448206744921762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lola was Jack's target in the snowball war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHXeDg5DvI/AAAAAAAACRI/yG4Ev3dIXKg/s1600/PB266369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHXeDg5DvI/AAAAAAAACRI/yG4Ev3dIXKg/s400/PB266369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544449527609102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy pups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWTFYackI/AAAAAAAACRA/FlgOnAUlCF4/s1600/PB266378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWTFYackI/AAAAAAAACRA/FlgOnAUlCF4/s400/PB266378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544448239620223554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a picture of both of them looking is impossible....I think Ty saw a "SQUIRREL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWSkvqcbI/AAAAAAAACQ4/vUbGR_y92gE/s1600/PB266363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWSkvqcbI/AAAAAAAACQ4/vUbGR_y92gE/s400/PB266363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544448230859370930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our frozen cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWRsBzfqI/AAAAAAAACQw/iZKTQPhJrV0/s1600/PB266361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHWRsBzfqI/AAAAAAAACQw/iZKTQPhJrV0/s400/PB266361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544448215634640546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-1959685021405413436?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1959685021405413436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=1959685021405413436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1959685021405413436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/1959685021405413436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey-days.html' title='Turkey Days'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TPHUESpFiII/AAAAAAAACQI/S8iCdSjdQzU/s72-c/PB256327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3626616288944690780</id><published>2010-11-24T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:10:57.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners</title><content type='html'>When having a fancy lunch of PB &amp;amp; J one must come to the table with  ALL of their manners! Pinkies out when drinking from the sippy cup, make  sure to dab the corner of your mouth with a napkin and absolutely NO  elbows on the table! We chew with our mouths closed, never scream and  definitely never play with our food. We should lead by example.  Apparently that example was not set at our table with our fancy PB &amp;amp;  J lunch with a side of apple slices. A mother can only hope that when the boys start venturing out of the nest and going to their friend's houses for dinner that these "manners" will be out grown and no where to be found! :-) One can only HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hXKKCT5I/AAAAAAAACPw/NxpnNlxyZ0Q/s1600/PB176279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hXKKCT5I/AAAAAAAACPw/NxpnNlxyZ0Q/s400/PB176279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543193766854283154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hYbzLMdI/AAAAAAAACQA/mO1juhUlvrc/s1600/PB176283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hYbzLMdI/AAAAAAAACQA/mO1juhUlvrc/s400/PB176283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543193788770103762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hX5zw2jI/AAAAAAAACP4/MJ5koYUTx8U/s1600/PB176280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hX5zw2jI/AAAAAAAACP4/MJ5koYUTx8U/s400/PB176280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543193779645766194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3626616288944690780?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3626616288944690780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3626616288944690780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3626616288944690780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3626616288944690780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinner-accessory.html' title='Manners'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TO1hXKKCT5I/AAAAAAAACPw/NxpnNlxyZ0Q/s72-c/PB176279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-3138859061421942292</id><published>2010-11-18T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:55:08.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Project</title><content type='html'>On Monday it rained/poured all day. I had some errands that I had to run in  the morning (bummer) so while we were out we picked up a kit for a gingerbread house.  We needed something new to do since we were stuck inside. (Even though  it was raining and we were home all afternoon I didn't have the energy  to make my own gingerbread, there is a reason they make the kits,  right??? hahahah)  Building the gingerbread house went as smoothly as it  could having a 3yr old and 1 yr old helper. :-) Jack and Ty focused on eating  all the decorations as I icing-glued it all together. Ty managed to  sneak his first gumball, surprisingly he chewed it with much success and  was very sad when I finger swept it out of his mouth. Jack found his new  favorite candy...Skittles, and we had a great time eating the heads off  of the reindeer. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept tasting every line of icing. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWw0Tf-gI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2eXTDFN3K0/s1600/PB166250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWw0Tf-gI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2eXTDFN3K0/s400/PB166250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541845106897713666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWvxjcYAI/AAAAAAAACPg/MOSDskINHlI/s1600/PB166254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWvxjcYAI/AAAAAAAACPg/MOSDskINHlI/s400/PB166254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541845088979410946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondie didn't need the extra sugar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWu_Ymy7I/AAAAAAAACPY/ZWjp5En_YAE/s1600/PB166259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWu_Ymy7I/AAAAAAAACPY/ZWjp5En_YAE/s400/PB166259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541845075512183730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught them licking the icing off the table when I was cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWt_3R4pI/AAAAAAAACPQ/q6R7dTvMdvw/s1600/PB166262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWt_3R4pI/AAAAAAAACPQ/q6R7dTvMdvw/s400/PB166262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541845058460967570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-3138859061421942292?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3138859061421942292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=3138859061421942292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3138859061421942292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/3138859061421942292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/rainy-day-project.html' title='Rainy Day Project'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOiWw0Tf-gI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2eXTDFN3K0/s72-c/PB166250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4914976424961491619</id><published>2010-11-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:10:55.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was making dinner, I threw in a Baby Einstein video to keep Ty occupied. Baby Neptune is the only thing that will hold his attention for more than 2 minutes. The problem is...our new house has an open kitchen so there's no way to barricade myself in while cooking and keep little grabby hands away from a hot stove. So while I cook I also play zone defense. Tom got home a few minutes later and saw the boys watching TV like this. Jack didn't have Ty pinned down, and there was no wrestling going on, it's just kind of how they landed in their comfy spots. I love these moments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0gd3ac1I/AAAAAAAACPI/zxnCJvsFNy0/s1600/PB156245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0gd3ac1I/AAAAAAAACPI/zxnCJvsFNy0/s400/PB156245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540329698973348690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0fkhCMII/AAAAAAAACPA/4shC9Gi6L2M/s1600/PB156244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0fkhCMII/AAAAAAAACPA/4shC9Gi6L2M/s400/PB156244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540329683578663042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0fM8hg7I/AAAAAAAACO4/bLlvT0TJJug/s1600/PB156243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0fM8hg7I/AAAAAAAACO4/bLlvT0TJJug/s400/PB156243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540329677251511218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4914976424961491619?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4914976424961491619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4914976424961491619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4914976424961491619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4914976424961491619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/comfy.html' title='Comfy!'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOM0gd3ac1I/AAAAAAAACPI/zxnCJvsFNy0/s72-c/PB156245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-7763244535130125298</id><published>2010-11-15T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:11:02.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Races</title><content type='html'>We had visitors this weekend. Tom's mom and her friend, Jean Marie,  drove down to KY for a long weekend. We had a great time! Tom and I had a  date night....love those! We all went to the Patton Museum at Ft. Knox,  roamed amongst some old tanks, then hung out at Church Hill Downs on  Saturday. I love Church Hill Downs. The horses are amazing and it's so easy to take the kids along. We didn't win big on any races but we did win a speeding ticket on the way home. All in all it was a great weekend and we had a blast! The boys LOVED having Boobie here and Jean Marie spoiled them  with extra attention. We can't wait for whoever visits us next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be at the house and NOT get on the trampoline, Jack's very persuasive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsvEEP18I/AAAAAAAACNw/iaVdSZ9YDHk/s1600/PB116167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsvEEP18I/AAAAAAAACNw/iaVdSZ9YDHk/s400/PB116167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539969309931984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkin' out what's under the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsvoAT1jI/AAAAAAAACN4/kJhHhksqAAo/s1600/PB126186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsvoAT1jI/AAAAAAAACN4/kJhHhksqAAo/s400/PB126186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539969319579145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys loved seeing what Dad used to drive, it was better than a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHswN967kI/AAAAAAAACOA/E1ER2EeAJmM/s1600/PB126193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHswN967kI/AAAAAAAACOA/E1ER2EeAJmM/s400/PB126193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539969329769672258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHvY80T_kI/AAAAAAAACOo/CqL6qxA8CIA/s1600/PB126181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHvY80T_kI/AAAAAAAACOo/CqL6qxA8CIA/s400/PB126181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539972228563861058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty at the races and Jack hiding from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHxiNX-RAI/AAAAAAAACOw/vsxEz5UDD5Q/s1600/PB136223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHxiNX-RAI/AAAAAAAACOw/vsxEz5UDD5Q/s400/PB136223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539974586650477570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack scoping out the ponies. He wanted to bet #5 every race. I actually listened to him once and won $5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsxP7gVAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/qO1Xin7eBNE/s1600/PB136228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsxP7gVAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/qO1Xin7eBNE/s400/PB136228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539969347476280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jack not so entertained between races....He was happier riding the escalators inside. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHswjEl76I/AAAAAAAACOI/pBNxt-mJe50/s1600/PB136207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHswjEl76I/AAAAAAAACOI/pBNxt-mJe50/s400/PB136207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539969335434801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only single moment Ty sat still the whole 4 hours we were there. (And that's my hair flying behind him....he is not sporting a mullet to fit in here in "New-Tuckey". ) Hahhahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHvX736sUI/AAAAAAAACOY/II11PSOwRMc/s1600/PB136212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHvX736sUI/AAAAAAAACOY/II11PSOwRMc/s400/PB136212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539972211130675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-7763244535130125298?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7763244535130125298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=7763244535130125298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7763244535130125298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/7763244535130125298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-races.html' title='At the Races'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TOHsvEEP18I/AAAAAAAACNw/iaVdSZ9YDHk/s72-c/PB116167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5875747267692116245</id><published>2010-11-12T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:56:31.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-A-Where??</title><content type='html'>Hide and Seek is a must do, daily event in this house. It's  a game that can entertain for hours here. There's a million new places to hide in this house too which breathes new life into this game. Hahahha. The other  day Jack discovered a great hiding place and Ty (since he is Jack's  shadow) took to this new hiding place as well. I was cleaning up the  kitchen the other day and turned around and saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34pghH4nI/AAAAAAAACNQ/1RXbx63Cgv4/s1600/PB106083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34pghH4nI/AAAAAAAACNQ/1RXbx63Cgv4/s400/PB106083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538856508722766450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Lola didn't help Ty's case with his new favorite hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept screaming Peek-A-Boo every time he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34qYgzrLI/AAAAAAAACNo/EWpnZczbMnQ/s1600/PB106085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34qYgzrLI/AAAAAAAACNo/EWpnZczbMnQ/s400/PB106085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538856523753827506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34qMfLYII/AAAAAAAACNg/lufoAQ0jg3o/s1600/PB106086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34qMfLYII/AAAAAAAACNg/lufoAQ0jg3o/s400/PB106086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538856520525766786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of his new spot, our little game lasted at least 15 minutes, which is like 3 days in toddler time! Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34p5m6VHI/AAAAAAAACNY/VXXrWM_hjHM/s1600/PB106084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34p5m6VHI/AAAAAAAACNY/VXXrWM_hjHM/s400/PB106084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538856515457930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5875747267692116245?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5875747267692116245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5875747267692116245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5875747267692116245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5875747267692116245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/peek-where.html' title='Peek-A-Where??'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TN34pghH4nI/AAAAAAAACNQ/1RXbx63Cgv4/s72-c/PB106083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4074309357173765627</id><published>2010-11-10T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:59:59.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Fluffernutter</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love a fluffer-nutter sandwich? They're a big hit in our house. The boys had that specialty for lunch today and they both chowed down. The aftermath wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be but it still wasn't pretty! HAhahahah! (Yes, Ty's still in his po-jammies because let's face it...he was eating PB and Fluff. I try to keep his wardrobe changes down to 3 a day.) (Also, I swear they're brothers!!! When I went back to proof this blog I couldn't believe how much they DO NOT resemble each other. Wonder who # 3 will look like?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtKOJUcjmI/AAAAAAAACNI/iOQilpEBww8/s1600/PB106093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtKOJUcjmI/AAAAAAAACNI/iOQilpEBww8/s400/PB106093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101773662457442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ1eG-VkI/AAAAAAAACNA/tJ01k6pMTp4/s1600/PB106098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ1eG-VkI/AAAAAAAACNA/tJ01k6pMTp4/s400/PB106098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101349746366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ1AU_SpI/AAAAAAAACM4/5RhqGa698kw/s1600/PB106104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ1AU_SpI/AAAAAAAACM4/5RhqGa698kw/s400/PB106104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101341752085138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0-lkQgI/AAAAAAAACMw/QTt8FOrE1Jo/s1600/PB106115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0-lkQgI/AAAAAAAACMw/QTt8FOrE1Jo/s400/PB106115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101341284745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0o3pAYI/AAAAAAAACMo/FRM5QOwxrVw/s1600/PB106112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0o3pAYI/AAAAAAAACMo/FRM5QOwxrVw/s400/PB106112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101335454974338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in my Belly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0YvReNI/AAAAAAAACMg/zncYeW7JU7w/s1600/PB106117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtJ0YvReNI/AAAAAAAACMg/zncYeW7JU7w/s400/PB106117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101331124910290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4074309357173765627?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4074309357173765627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4074309357173765627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4074309357173765627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4074309357173765627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/attack-of-fluffernutter.html' title='Attack of the Fluffernutter'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNtKOJUcjmI/AAAAAAAACNI/iOQilpEBww8/s72-c/PB106093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-8288611868333136937</id><published>2010-11-08T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:21:31.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if being pregnant has truly hit me yet. The past few months have been a blur with moving but I hit the 15 week mark today. I'm pretty anxious to find out what we're having in a few weeks. I'm one of those....I HAVE to know! My extended family all believe (or are hoping) it's a girl. Jack also would like a sister, he'd also like to name the baby "Pickles", so we'll see about that. Hahaha! I finally got around to scanning the ultrasound pictures. Here's our little butter bean. If you look close enough you can make out the arm buds and head on the last one. Can't wait for the next ultrasound! I miss the every-visit-ultrasound in Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu5jChgsI/AAAAAAAACMY/1eHAQgFSN14/s1600/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu5jChgsI/AAAAAAAACMY/1eHAQgFSN14/s400/img003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537368045533627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu5JsIMUI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Zj3ciLpFEyU/s1600/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu5JsIMUI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Zj3ciLpFEyU/s400/img002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537368038728806722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu4ZzOC5I/AAAAAAAACMI/g9xaDxTJAbg/s1600/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu4ZzOC5I/AAAAAAAACMI/g9xaDxTJAbg/s400/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537368025873648530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-8288611868333136937?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8288611868333136937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=8288611868333136937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8288611868333136937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/8288611868333136937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/15-weeks.html' title='15 Weeks'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TNiu5jChgsI/AAAAAAAACMY/1eHAQgFSN14/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-672574697137789103</id><published>2010-10-31T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:46:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>I spent last week in PA visiting family. We had such a great time with everyone! It's been over 6 months since we've seen everyone (other than grandparents). I chose to drive to PA, it wasn't too bad. 10 1/2 hours of driving and with stops it was a 12 1/2 hour trip. It was nice to be able to make a last minute decision to drive home for a change. I'll take a 12 hour car ride over flying by myself with 2 children ANY DAY! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in KY trick or treat was tonight. We had about 20 kids, 20 more than I thought we'd get. :-) We dressed up the boys and they pretty much just wrestled in the grass while we handed out some candy. In Pottsville, you trick or treat on the Thursday night before Halloween. The boys got to experience what I did as a kid on Halloween! My family came over to my parent's house and me, the boys, and a bunch of my cousins went out begging for sugary snacks. Hahaha! I had such a great time! I love Halloween! Jack was a spider and Ty was a bat. They had a blast! I'd like to send out a BIG thanks to my cousin Lexie and her boyfriend Chris who dressed up like Jessie and Woody from Toy Story to take the boys trick or treating! They're braver than I! :-) Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, Katie, Jack, Lexie, Ty and Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aL3STLlI/AAAAAAAACLg/-Roz3vvY-OY/s1600/PA286033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aL3STLlI/AAAAAAAACLg/-Roz3vvY-OY/s400/PA286033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389783206506066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and Oma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLt3mNxI/AAAAAAAACLY/qzZSMaxEqDs/s1600/PA286029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLt3mNxI/AAAAAAAACLY/qzZSMaxEqDs/s400/PA286029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389780678588178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lisi and Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLQ0TLwI/AAAAAAAACLQ/OWmJptjkkuE/s1600/PA286026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLQ0TLwI/AAAAAAAACLQ/OWmJptjkkuE/s400/PA286026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389772880129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty hamming it up for the camera...That's the Glore crew in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLHg8zPI/AAAAAAAACLI/9CFQmv7Xgn4/s1600/PA286024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aLHg8zPI/AAAAAAAACLI/9CFQmv7Xgn4/s400/PA286024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389770383052018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4arGrAnAI/AAAAAAAACMA/_2qUKHpEvmg/s1600/PA316079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4arGrAnAI/AAAAAAAACMA/_2qUKHpEvmg/s400/PA316079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534390319912623106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and the baby bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aq_1IZvI/AAAAAAAACL4/-uM9CWlMpNc/s1600/PA316052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aq_1IZvI/AAAAAAAACL4/-uM9CWlMpNc/s400/PA316052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534390318076028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aqgIjTVI/AAAAAAAACLw/b7CDdqFHu1M/s1600/PA316037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aqgIjTVI/AAAAAAAACLw/b7CDdqFHu1M/s400/PA316037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534390309567548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best treat...his thumb. He also wouldn't leave the area of the candy dish. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aMKmd9sI/AAAAAAAACLo/r3CDDlU5PZo/s1600/PA316035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aMKmd9sI/AAAAAAAACLo/r3CDDlU5PZo/s400/PA316035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389788391372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-672574697137789103?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/672574697137789103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=672574697137789103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/672574697137789103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/672574697137789103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TM4aL3STLlI/AAAAAAAACLg/-Roz3vvY-OY/s72-c/PA286033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-5510479190586667024</id><published>2010-10-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:40:27.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neighbors</title><content type='html'>Our neighbors are great here in KY. We have a dual military couple  expecting their first baby on one side of us. On the other, a really  great family with a daughter who is all ready to babysit for us. Now the  neighbors to the back of our property are a little loud. They don't  seem to care how early it is when they start with all of their crazy  noises. I swear there's 30 of them too and they really don't smell the  best. If they weren't so damn cute we'd have a huge problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-Wv1lmuiI/AAAAAAAACLA/dL5OvZbCY_k/s1600/PA186020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-Wv1lmuiI/AAAAAAAACLA/dL5OvZbCY_k/s400/PA186020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530304616017082914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-WvfExB9I/AAAAAAAACK4/SVo12DbbRHc/s1600/PA186021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-WvfExB9I/AAAAAAAACK4/SVo12DbbRHc/s400/PA186021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530304609973766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-WvMSVIdI/AAAAAAAACKw/jYhinIvN30g/s1600/PA186022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-WvMSVIdI/AAAAAAAACKw/jYhinIvN30g/s400/PA186022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530304604930384338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you click on the picture you can see it bigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love cows? There's a cattle farm that backs up to our yard. There's a little creek and a fence that separates us but it's so cool that they meander over to our property line and hang out in the shade for a few hours. I don't know what type of farm it is exactly. There's a lot of little baby cows so I'm just going to think that it's either a dairy farm or the farmer just keeps them all as pets. (ya never know!!) The boys get a kick out of them and I have to say, I do too. They really aren't that noisy and we only smell them when the wind shifts. Hahahah! All in all we like all of our neighbors, especially the 4 legged ones. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-5510479190586667024?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5510479190586667024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=5510479190586667024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5510479190586667024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/5510479190586667024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/neighbors.html' title='The Neighbors'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TL-Wv1lmuiI/AAAAAAAACLA/dL5OvZbCY_k/s72-c/PA186020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-464767889724177133</id><published>2010-10-17T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:56:04.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pickin'</title><content type='html'>We took a little road trip today to Hodgenville, KY today. (Tidbit: Abe  Lincoln was born there) We went to a pumpkin patch and orchard. It  wasn't the most thrilling pumpkin patch but it was fun! There was a  hayride, a tractor to climb on, a corn silo turned into a play hut with corn, a  playground, an old school water pump for rubber duckie races, swinging  ropes on a mound of dirt (who knows) and lots of apples and pumpkins. It  wasn't crazy crowded so the boys had a blast being able to run free. Ty  had a hard time walking through the vines in the pumpkin patch but  loved climbing on everything else. My highlight.....it was 86 degrees  and we cooled down with pumpkin ice cream. YUM!!! We also found our new  favorite apple. A mutsu apple, it's kind of like a granny smith without the  bite, so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYJrxLPYI/AAAAAAAACKA/-hMwRLQEai8/s1600/PA175903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYJrxLPYI/AAAAAAAACKA/-hMwRLQEai8/s400/PA175903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529180259662642562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYJbS6b_I/AAAAAAAACJ4/WijpHuTmSyA/s1600/PA175904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYJbS6b_I/AAAAAAAACJ4/WijpHuTmSyA/s400/PA175904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529180255240744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn silo with corn to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYIS_vBlI/AAAAAAAACJw/9j7jCbF1bnc/s1600/PA175909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYIS_vBlI/AAAAAAAACJw/9j7jCbF1bnc/s400/PA175909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529180235832952402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hayride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXibs-K2I/AAAAAAAACJo/ELsAbIcQ2Mw/s1600/PA175913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXibs-K2I/AAAAAAAACJo/ELsAbIcQ2Mw/s400/PA175913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529179585335143266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXh9zJ18I/AAAAAAAACJg/99lEXups6bM/s1600/PA175928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXh9zJ18I/AAAAAAAACJg/99lEXups6bM/s400/PA175928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529179577308010434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the market hut, Ty trying to pull the wagon....he's very determined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXhZmv4lI/AAAAAAAACJY/RKOzirxUyFM/s1600/PA175939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXhZmv4lI/AAAAAAAACJY/RKOzirxUyFM/s400/PA175939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529179567592301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin with a pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXhBAcceI/AAAAAAAACJQ/NBT_koqGeEA/s1600/PA175943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXhBAcceI/AAAAAAAACJQ/NBT_koqGeEA/s400/PA175943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529179560989192674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water pumps...aka...the mud pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXg2RvAhI/AAAAAAAACJI/qw0a6qMhgEE/s1600/PA175953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuXg2RvAhI/AAAAAAAACJI/qw0a6qMhgEE/s400/PA175953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529179558108922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random mound of dirt with ropes....of course, a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWeA2J1sI/AAAAAAAACJA/FMELU6RCaOg/s1600/PA175956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWeA2J1sI/AAAAAAAACJA/FMELU6RCaOg/s400/PA175956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529178409894794946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdxR02tI/AAAAAAAACI4/IvtoDV_81j0/s1600/PA175960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdxR02tI/AAAAAAAACI4/IvtoDV_81j0/s400/PA175960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529178405715892946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was a HUGE fan of the pumpkin ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdskGRAI/AAAAAAAACIw/FVNHkgY39bQ/s1600/PA175974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdskGRAI/AAAAAAAACIw/FVNHkgY39bQ/s400/PA175974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529178404450354178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num Num Yummay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdDWoxxI/AAAAAAAACIo/iIDiP5m-kXM/s1600/PA175981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWdDWoxxI/AAAAAAAACIo/iIDiP5m-kXM/s400/PA175981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529178393388042002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack opted for vanilla, and only suffered brain freeze twice...not too bad. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWc8lWpKI/AAAAAAAACIg/-Di5aZIBYag/s1600/PA176003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuWc8lWpKI/AAAAAAAACIg/-Di5aZIBYag/s400/PA176003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529178391570719906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as a tiny preview of the house. We hung a few pictures, paintings and these above our sunroom this weekend......I tried to fight it.....I lost. :-) hahahaahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuajeZFndI/AAAAAAAACKI/-E7vD9iK26Q/s1600/PA176012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuajeZFndI/AAAAAAAACKI/-E7vD9iK26Q/s400/PA176012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529182901771804114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-464767889724177133?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/464767889724177133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=464767889724177133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/464767889724177133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/464767889724177133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-pickin.html' title='Pumpkin Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuYJrxLPYI/AAAAAAAACKA/-hMwRLQEai8/s72-c/PA175903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-2687011816593122902</id><published>2010-10-14T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:58:43.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>It's been WAY too long since I've blogged. I have tons of things to blog about and lots of pictures to share but I have to get organized first. We've been going non stop trying to get the house done before Tom goes back to work. (He has to sign in tomorrow.) With the last 2 weeks flying by, I've come to the conclusion that the house will never be "done". There will always be some type of project, something to be updated, something to be cleaned and don't even get me started on the dreaded laundry pile. Hahahah. There's still a lot of things we need to get for the house. Of course something that we absolutely needed was this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezeSJSArI/AAAAAAAACH4/gazkP9QGR9A/s1600/PA145857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezeSJSArI/AAAAAAAACH4/gazkP9QGR9A/s400/PA145857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084400468787890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezekWnFuI/AAAAAAAACIA/_-otr0DZLYI/s1600/PA145858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezekWnFuI/AAAAAAAACIA/_-otr0DZLYI/s400/PA145858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084405356533474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezf0btpzI/AAAAAAAACII/6DqHqSButWo/s1600/PA145885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezf0btpzI/AAAAAAAACII/6DqHqSButWo/s400/PA145885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084426852771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezgsFe2AI/AAAAAAAACIQ/x47HjG8b9Nc/s1600/PA145895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezgsFe2AI/AAAAAAAACIQ/x47HjG8b9Nc/s400/PA145895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084441791911938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezg9zU-fI/AAAAAAAACIY/JdYhK6d2QME/s1600/PA145897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezg9zU-fI/AAAAAAAACIY/JdYhK6d2QME/s400/PA145897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084446547606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we bought a trampoline before we bought a ride on mower, but hey....entertaining the boys is a priority!!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-2687011816593122902?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2687011816593122902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=2687011816593122902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2687011816593122902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/2687011816593122902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLezeSJSArI/AAAAAAAACH4/gazkP9QGR9A/s72-c/PA145857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-4544902591870098905</id><published>2010-09-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:12:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long it's been since I blogged. Oops! In my defense we have had a lot going on. Hahah! Our movers came today. Yipppeeee!! We are now living in a house full of boxes but I'm stoked because we're that much closer to living in "New-Tuckey"! The movers packed up our whole clutter filled house in one day and they'll be picking it all up and loading it on a huge ol' truck tomorrow. Then for the next 2 weeks we'll be living on air mattresses and lawn chairs. Hahaha! We've been prepping for the last few weeks with burning through the random groceries that accumulate in the back of the cabinets. My dinners have become very creative! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Tom's wrapping up his thesis. It's actually done, just in the hands of his advisers waiting for signatures! (Have to say....I can do without ever writing a thesis!)  He's worked very hard on it! I'm so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;We're also getting excited to see family again. Tom's parents are coming out for Tom's graduation, then my parents arrive to help us with the move. The boys can't wait to see their grandparents. I really hate being so far away. Thankfully KY is only a 10 hour drive and I love a good road trip! :-P!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TI7n-znQdcI/AAAAAAAACHw/7z6pgpbghJk/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TI7n-znQdcI/AAAAAAAACHw/7z6pgpbghJk/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516601659768206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672689358102210831-4544902591870098905?l=murtiememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4544902591870098905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672689358102210831&amp;postID=4544902591870098905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4544902591870098905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672689358102210831/posts/default/4544902591870098905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murtiememoirs.blogspot.com/2010/09/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>Niki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15517077862045182177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TLuvd2TSuzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/G7B-OtkjE0A/S220/P8285588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TI7n-znQdcI/AAAAAAAACHw/7z6pgpbghJk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672689358102210831.post-1330029750681119443</id><published>2010-08-31T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:59:56.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we took a road trip to San Francisco for the day. We've been here over 2 years and haven't been to San Fran other than to go to the airport. So we figured it was time. With the help of our friends letting the dogs out, (Thanks Anne and Ryan!!!) we got to take our time and enjoy the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;We started off by going to Muir Woods. It's a red wood forest about 20 minutes North of the Golden Gate Bridge. All of the trails were paved so it was stroller friendly, so cool! The forest was beautiful! Jack loved walking through the trees and looking in the streams for fish. It was really amazing to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13sesNrcI/AAAAAAAACHA/wR_w69SqYSc/s1600/P8285573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13sesNrcI/AAAAAAAACHA/wR_w69SqYSc/s400/P8285573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693125007814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13r_sTI1I/AAAAAAAACG4/KJdgr836wBM/s1600/P8285574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13r_sTI1I/AAAAAAAACG4/KJdgr836wBM/s400/P8285574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693116686672722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the "goose pen" of the tree. Fires would cause little burnt out caves in the living trees that pioneers would use to corral livestock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13rUkn6vI/AAAAAAAACGw/BV7jemsysb8/s1600/P8285588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13rUkn6vI/AAAAAAAACGw/BV7jemsysb8/s400/P8285588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511693105111755506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13VvmhBtI/AAAAAAAACGo/mu-223Phn2g/s1600/P8285589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13VvmhBtI/AAAAAAAACGo/mu-223Phn2g/s400/P8285589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692734410327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13U5OYXlI/AAAAAAAACGg/bFaXSI-7zk0/s1600/P8285598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13U5OYXlI/AAAAAAAACGg/bFaXSI-7zk0/s400/P8285598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692719813582418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13UQaPnwI/AAAAAAAACGY/G5VQYO8aL5c/s1600/P8285610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13UQaPnwI/AAAAAAAACGY/G5VQYO8aL5c/s400/P8285610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692708857487106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13T1ej5LI/AAAAAAAACGQ/gRBgKIQxawQ/s1600/P8285616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13T1ej5LI/AAAAAAAACGQ/gRBgKIQxawQ/s400/P8285616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692701627835570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13TRa5r6I/AAAAAAAACGI/LrQ5MAQ5TRc/s1600/P8285623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH13TRa5r6I/AAAAAAAACGI/LrQ5MAQ5TRc/s400/P8285623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511692691948810146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Muir Woods we headed back over the Golden Gate Bridge. We stopped on the North side at a vista point and walked about 1/4 of the way over the bridge. It was so windy, I had a fear of Ty blowing away. Hahaha! It was really cool to see this huge structure that's just hanging in the air. It's a little scary too, especially when you look up and see the wire swaying and then look down over the side and see how high you are. Even scarier was the fact that Jack could fit his head through the slats on the wall of the walkway. Of course he wasn't going anywhere but I about had a heart attack and freaked out! After that we walked right in the middle of the walkway. Even after all that, the bridge was one of my favorite things we did Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the vista point. (I swear I gave birth to both those boys, they used to resemble each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11Mh6DAmI/AAAAAAAACGA/5eaUa92UPJc/s1600/P8285640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11Mh6DAmI/AAAAAAAACGA/5eaUa92UPJc/s400/P8285640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690377092072034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11L8xm46I/AAAAAAAACF4/KvYtMm4K-hs/s1600/P8285679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11L8xm46I/AAAAAAAACF4/KvYtMm4K-hs/s400/P8285679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690367124562850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11LVoSUOI/AAAAAAAACFw/IlfW2AJ5ShY/s1600/P8285686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11LVoSUOI/AAAAAAAACFw/IlfW2AJ5ShY/s400/P8285686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690356616483042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Insane-O Wind (Ty's face is hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11LLSJsmI/AAAAAAAACFo/puDrCnq0NiE/s1600/P8285697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11LLSJsmI/AAAAAAAACFo/puDrCnq0NiE/s400/P8285697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690353839288930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bridge, we headed through town and went to Lombard street. This is the zig-zaggy road. We ended up driving down it and it was pretty cool. There are actual row homes on this street with driveways and garages. I have no idea how people could pull into their driveways, but it would be pretty cool to live there. (Minus all of the constant tourists) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11KXf5M4I/AAAAAAAACFg/cmht82RDsuI/s1600/P8285709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH11KXf5M4I/AAAAAAAACFg/cmht82RDsuI/s400/P8285709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511690339938284418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1qbZc/TH1yDaliztI/AAAAAAAACFY/OIsF5BF4gUI/s1600/P8285717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-yL2T1q
