<?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-8701197291823178214</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:17:23.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainey Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>557</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2055791073551877100</id><published>2010-04-26T00:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:54:47.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog address</title><content type='html'>I'm trying out another blog host to see if it's any easier to upload photos.  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5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well it's only almost a month late, but here are pictures from the rest of our Christmas-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Eve at Uncle Bruce and Aunt Linda's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCfPccxPI/AAAAAAAAEsE/BNODBEoaxuI/s1600-h/DSC07529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429795773981967602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCfPccxPI/AAAAAAAAEsE/BNODBEoaxuI/s320/DSC07529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa and Landry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCe_beB6I/AAAAAAAAEr8/mEO-f-CwkzM/s1600-h/DSC07539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429795769682888610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCe_beB6I/AAAAAAAAEr8/mEO-f-CwkzM/s320/DSC07539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet smiles from Camden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCeSwx3UI/AAAAAAAAEr0/pqTc1F8N4Po/s1600-h/DSC07540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429795757692673346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCeSwx3UI/AAAAAAAAEr0/pqTc1F8N4Po/s320/DSC07540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my best girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7gXNnXCI/AAAAAAAAErs/KZKmkpVoVMo/s1600-h/DSC07528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788096665705506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7gXNnXCI/AAAAAAAAErs/KZKmkpVoVMo/s320/DSC07528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Bruce getting a smooch from Landry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7gIDRTUI/AAAAAAAAErk/7OPNMpSOOtQ/s1600-h/DSC07526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788092595785026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7gIDRTUI/AAAAAAAAErk/7OPNMpSOOtQ/s320/DSC07526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite seester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fzj2R8I/AAAAAAAAErc/myaNEplP_Ek/s1600-h/DSC07503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788087095281602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fzj2R8I/AAAAAAAAErc/myaNEplP_Ek/s320/DSC07503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny and Papa on their 62nd anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fQkRTDI/AAAAAAAAErU/Gfd3_WKTuqs/s1600-h/DSC07501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788077701811250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fQkRTDI/AAAAAAAAErU/Gfd3_WKTuqs/s320/DSC07501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen doing a little teething on Dee's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 3: Christmas morning at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fAKBRtI/AAAAAAAAErM/1JOHucokBdE/s1600-h/DSC07576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788073296742098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p7fAKBRtI/AAAAAAAAErM/1JOHucokBdE/s320/DSC07576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden thought he was all out of gifts until we pointed him to his stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p3-uEl_II/AAAAAAAAErE/LlzBWnUsicQ/s1600-h/DSC07580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429784220151446658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p3-uEl_II/AAAAAAAAErE/LlzBWnUsicQ/s320/DSC07580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry was quite thrilled that she had more goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p393taUsI/AAAAAAAAEq8/08iFdsR5SHw/s1600-h/DSC07589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429784205558698690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p393taUsI/AAAAAAAAEq8/08iFdsR5SHw/s320/DSC07589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden was VERY interested in Owen's loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p39s_BkdI/AAAAAAAAEq0/5Xt6F0odkVM/s1600-h/DSC07608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429784202679783890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p39s_BkdI/AAAAAAAAEq0/5Xt6F0odkVM/s320/DSC07608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and all his babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p39ARJ2PI/AAAAAAAAEqs/3fr93PNwoQw/s1600-h/DSC07615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429784190676228338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p39ARJ2PI/AAAAAAAAEqs/3fr93PNwoQw/s320/DSC07615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry's new boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 4: Christmas brunch at Haley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p383jYdMI/AAAAAAAAEqk/LdUOiFFWDOg/s1600-h/DSC07625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429784188336764098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1p383jYdMI/AAAAAAAAEqk/LdUOiFFWDOg/s320/DSC07625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My littlest reindeer on Dee's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdx9qfOI/AAAAAAAAEqc/T7S9Lz7flS4/s1600-h/DSC07683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775957679045858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdx9qfOI/AAAAAAAAEqc/T7S9Lz7flS4/s320/DSC07683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden's favorite Christmas present - his John Deere tractor from Pop and Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdr0tfgI/AAAAAAAAEqU/KEmrW4_zDpk/s1600-h/DSC07669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775956030881282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdr0tfgI/AAAAAAAAEqU/KEmrW4_zDpk/s320/DSC07669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry's Mini Cooper from Pop and Dee (she's a terrible driver, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdP8hdYI/AAAAAAAAEqM/FEO16BwlKUQ/s1600-h/DSC07639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775948547454338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwdP8hdYI/AAAAAAAAEqM/FEO16BwlKUQ/s320/DSC07639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwc844YnI/AAAAAAAAEqE/e4x5bMLXjcw/s1600-h/DSC07634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775943431905906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwc844YnI/AAAAAAAAEqE/e4x5bMLXjcw/s320/DSC07634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My middle reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwcRhyFOI/AAAAAAAAEp8/XaN84MgaAUo/s1600-h/DSC07629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429775931792299234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1pwcRhyFOI/AAAAAAAAEp8/XaN84MgaAUo/s320/DSC07629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My biggest reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 5: Christmas afternoon at Uncle Bill and Aunt Beth's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prua0KcGI/AAAAAAAAEp0/WkFvO89dOBM/s1600-h/DSC07763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429770745964818530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prua0KcGI/AAAAAAAAEp0/WkFvO89dOBM/s320/DSC07763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Bill and Landry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtxkLyUI/AAAAAAAAEps/WsmqDaWJBCQ/s1600-h/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429770734891944258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtxkLyUI/AAAAAAAAEps/WsmqDaWJBCQ/s320/DSC07745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry warming up by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtl0nYGI/AAAAAAAAEpk/Gli212NOe-g/s1600-h/DSC07721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429770731739635810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtl0nYGI/AAAAAAAAEpk/Gli212NOe-g/s320/DSC07721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brannon faked "helping" so he could play with the toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtcV22yI/AAAAAAAAEpc/wm2Ga7_6Ifw/s1600-h/DSC07716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429770729194707746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prtcV22yI/AAAAAAAAEpc/wm2Ga7_6Ifw/s320/DSC07716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke and Pat getting some practice for their April baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prs4DxCaI/AAAAAAAAEpU/t4kpz8h9GJk/s1600-h/DSC07715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429770719455152546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1prs4DxCaI/AAAAAAAAEpU/t4kpz8h9GJk/s320/DSC07715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry loving on her Radio City Music Hall doll from Aunt Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful holiday.  Camden and Landry finally understood the concept of Christmas, which is kind of nice and kind of not.  There was quite a bit of pushing and shoving going on over their respective gifts.  Luckily the new has worn off and now the arguing has been minimized.  We finally felt the exhaustion of going and going and going for three days straight.  The kids did pretty well, but it was very taxing on me and Blake.  Next year we might have to take it down a notch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We hope you all had an amazing Christmas and that 2010 will bring you lots of love and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7162901715622492405?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7162901715622492405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7162901715622492405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7162901715622492405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7162901715622492405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-parts-2-3-4-5.html' title='Christmas: Parts 2, 3, 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/S1qCfPccxPI/AAAAAAAAEsE/BNODBEoaxuI/s72-c/DSC07529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5229202285800965831</id><published>2009-12-27T15:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:37:21.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's 23 month day, Owen's (almost) 7 month day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry turned 23 months old on Christmas Eve. She is such a big girl! Her comprehension really seems to have taken off over the past several days. She's articulating better as well. It's hard to believe that she'll be two in less than a month. Where does the stinking time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420079595452707890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Szf9rN1NNDI/AAAAAAAAEpM/oW4mK_no0m4/s320/lulu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420069441865929330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Szf0cMxeUnI/AAAAAAAAEo8/lPKjy2gG1j8/s320/DSC07540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owen will be 7 months old tomorrow. We've got an early morning flight to Mexico, so I thought I better post this sweet picture tonight. He's trying to become mobile, but so far all he does is scoots himself backwards. His poor fat tummy keeps him high-centered a lot of the time. He briefly gets up on all fours, but all he can muster is a little rocking action. He's making more and more sounds these days. He's got "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;" down very well. His second tooth came in on Christmas Eve. Seeing teeth in a previously empty mouth is a little weird, but he's still cute as a button!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076851698938562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Szf7LgjVMsI/AAAAAAAAEpE/lJvmuW6GDak/s320/DSC07813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5229202285800965831?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5229202285800965831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5229202285800965831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5229202285800965831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5229202285800965831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/landrys-23-month-day-owens-almost-7.html' title='Landry&apos;s 23 month day, Owen&apos;s (almost) 7 month day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Szf9rN1NNDI/AAAAAAAAEpM/oW4mK_no0m4/s72-c/lulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8800271680845831692</id><published>2009-12-23T21:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:25:44.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648380152429458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn_hW7O5I/AAAAAAAAEoM/Ne5ywQnW7-U/s320/DSC07368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsHl-ck4I/AAAAAAAAEo0/IRQSQY-W724/s1600-h/DSC07436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652916877398914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsHl-ck4I/AAAAAAAAEo0/IRQSQY-W724/s320/DSC07436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsHEyErtI/AAAAAAAAEos/T1fQZ2wgbv0/s1600-h/DSC07456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652907967131346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsHEyErtI/AAAAAAAAEos/T1fQZ2wgbv0/s320/DSC07456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsG9s_v8I/AAAAAAAAEok/uneVkSpNUks/s1600-h/DSC07444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652906066788290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsG9s_v8I/AAAAAAAAEok/uneVkSpNUks/s320/DSC07444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsGtMaptI/AAAAAAAAEoc/jBJtlBvn_4U/s1600-h/DSC07364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652901635172050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsGtMaptI/AAAAAAAAEoc/jBJtlBvn_4U/s320/DSC07364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsGFltOeI/AAAAAAAAEoU/6ASrFABBMPs/s1600-h/DSC07359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652891003828706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLsGFltOeI/AAAAAAAAEoU/6ASrFABBMPs/s320/DSC07359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn_WFqjdI/AAAAAAAAEoE/1LwuRH6pP4k/s1600-h/DSC07380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648377127243218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn_WFqjdI/AAAAAAAAEoE/1LwuRH6pP4k/s320/DSC07380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn--kUSUI/AAAAAAAAEn8/M77ec1qg5aE/s1600-h/DSC07409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648370813356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn--kUSUI/AAAAAAAAEn8/M77ec1qg5aE/s320/DSC07409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn-vE8VnI/AAAAAAAAEn0/F5so4g2VlJk/s1600-h/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648366655231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn-vE8VnI/AAAAAAAAEn0/F5so4g2VlJk/s320/DSC07416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn-XVcXsI/AAAAAAAAEns/hUUOQOaNCHA/s1600-h/DSC07420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648360281988802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn-XVcXsI/AAAAAAAAEns/hUUOQOaNCHA/s320/DSC07420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight we celebrated Christmas with Blake's mom, step-dad, sister, brother-in-law and niece. Camden was so excited about opening his presents that he ate his entire dinner. We got our first dose of "is it time to open Christmas presents yet?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He got a tool bench from Nana and Chappy. He loved it so much that every time Landry got near it he started babbling incoherently and pushing her away. Even though we couldn't tell what he was saying, he was definitely angry! This was made even more evident when he would throw whatever was in his hands down - in a not-so-nice way. Landry got a bassinet for her babies and a new red-headed baby doll. She really loved her gifts, but the fact that Camden kept pushing her away from his made her all that more interested in staying up in his business. Owen got a cute plush toy car that was just his big. He had a big time chewing on it and accidentally honking the horn. Landry and Camden both took a turn behind the wheel, which looked pretty ridiculous because they're both entirely too big for it. Landry also got a purse and mini baby doll from Aunt TaTa. Camden got a couple of new movies to add to his collection, and Owen got a little cow doll that counts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's only the first day of Christmas, and it's obvious our  kids won't be hurtin' for anything this year! Although Mama might be hurtin' if they don't get a handle on this fighting over toys stuff. I try to keep telling myself that they're only one and two, and that they can't really help it, but JUMPIN' JESUS ON A POGO STICK! it's killing me already. But anyway, besides me getting stressed out over the sibling rivalry, it was a very nice evening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll update more after Parts 2, 3 and 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8800271680845831692?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8800271680845831692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8800271680845831692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8800271680845831692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8800271680845831692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009-part-1.html' title='Christmas 2009: Part 1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzLn_hW7O5I/AAAAAAAAEoM/Ne5ywQnW7-U/s72-c/DSC07368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1137243259882807647</id><published>2009-12-22T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:02:15.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc4B59dGI/AAAAAAAAEnk/g9zxILQqS4E/s1600-h/DSC07306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213944357385314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc4B59dGI/AAAAAAAAEnk/g9zxILQqS4E/s320/DSC07306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc3sWsSMI/AAAAAAAAEnc/tD2bZA8DNBE/s1600-h/DSC07317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213938572314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc3sWsSMI/AAAAAAAAEnc/tD2bZA8DNBE/s320/DSC07317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc3TBQekI/AAAAAAAAEnU/QbqR_42df5c/s1600-h/DSC07322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213931771525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc3TBQekI/AAAAAAAAEnU/QbqR_42df5c/s320/DSC07322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc23ZivcI/AAAAAAAAEnM/-IlD0BKFsS0/s1600-h/DSC07323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213924357193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc23ZivcI/AAAAAAAAEnM/-IlD0BKFsS0/s320/DSC07323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc2v40FNI/AAAAAAAAEnE/TjQoPwDLaIE/s1600-h/DSC07326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213922340869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc2v40FNI/AAAAAAAAEnE/TjQoPwDLaIE/s320/DSC07326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night we had Blake's company Christmas party at the house. The big kids stayed in Waskom with Nana and Chappy, and little O stayed home and partied with us. On Saturday we went and picked up the kiddos and went up to Pop Steve's old home place in Huffines, Texas. We had a great time visiting with Aunt Nancy and her clan from South Louisiana. The kids had a big time swinging, running and playing. Nana and Chappy came and rescued them (and by them, I mean us!) and brought all three kids back home so we could stay up at the farm and hang out with all of the cousins by the camp fire. A LARGE thanks to Nana and Chappy for all the kid wrangling they did over the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1137243259882807647?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1137243259882807647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1137243259882807647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1137243259882807647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1137243259882807647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderful-weekend.html' title='A wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFc4B59dGI/AAAAAAAAEnk/g9zxILQqS4E/s72-c/DSC07306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1205785604509473184</id><published>2009-12-22T17:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:46:17.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Six days before his 7 month day Owen finally cut his first tooth.  The second one is not far behind.  You have to use your imagination, but it's really, really there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFZpIQHUsI/AAAAAAAAEm8/nBj_j2WnCio/s1600-h/DSC07329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418210389827998402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFZpIQHUsI/AAAAAAAAEm8/nBj_j2WnCio/s320/DSC07329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first attempt at capturing the little shiny tooth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFZotp3mKI/AAAAAAAAEm0/oqMREV9j7OU/s1600-h/DSC07328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418210382688262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFZotp3mKI/AAAAAAAAEm0/oqMREV9j7OU/s320/DSC07328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1205785604509473184?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1205785604509473184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1205785604509473184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1205785604509473184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1205785604509473184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/toothless-no-more.html' title='Toothless no more!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SzFZpIQHUsI/AAAAAAAAEm8/nBj_j2WnCio/s72-c/DSC07329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2376195848895917243</id><published>2009-12-08T15:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:18:45.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad, sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sx7Lymnb2oI/AAAAAAAAEmo/H4kjSZ_Qm6A/s1600-h/Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412987872365763202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sx7Lymnb2oI/AAAAAAAAEmo/H4kjSZ_Qm6A/s320/Ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so sad today. Wendy's dad, Ray McKibben, passed away yesterday. He went to school with my dad, so I'm going to guess that he's the same age - 57. Not that there's ever a perfect age to die, but 57 is way too young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wendy and I met in sixth grade, but didn't become friends until 7th grade. (She had a weird haircut in sixth grade!) Mr. McKibben called me Other Daughter and I called him Other Father. He has been a part of my life for many years. He did an excellent job of grilling Blake before we got married to make sure he was good enough for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was truly a neat, neat person. He was loud. He was talented. He was brilliant. (He was also often cranky and sometimes downright abrasive, but that's neither here nor there!) The thing I know most about Other Father is that he loved his family beyond measure. He will be greatly missed. My heart goes out to Other Mother, Wendy, Hillary, Jason and their families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(By the way, I stole this picture from Wen's facebook page.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2376195848895917243?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2376195848895917243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2376195848895917243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2376195848895917243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2376195848895917243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-sad-day.html' title='A sad, sad day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sx7Lymnb2oI/AAAAAAAAEmo/H4kjSZ_Qm6A/s72-c/Ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7324400308452818997</id><published>2009-12-05T21:09:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:48:44.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of ground to cover: Landry's 22 month day, Owen's 6 month day, Thanksgiving, Owen's 6 month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412228579321729842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwZN7mwUzI/AAAAAAAAElo/5wmpwzapYoI/s320/DSC07197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwecepwlMI/AAAAAAAAEmA/VRO12L9F9kU/s1600-h/DSC07203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412234326805877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwecepwlMI/AAAAAAAAEmA/VRO12L9F9kU/s320/DSC07203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412234308308929138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwebZvvinI/AAAAAAAAElw/NqjASvkOFVw/s320/DSC07198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxweb7f40CI/AAAAAAAAEl4/QX9UtA_ltU8/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412234317369233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxweb7f40CI/AAAAAAAAEl4/QX9UtA_ltU8/s320/DSC07183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxs3PrJvobI/AAAAAAAAEkg/bnipi7PQLzs/s1600-h/DSC07188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411980119636943282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxs3PrJvobI/AAAAAAAAEkg/bnipi7PQLzs/s320/DSC07188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy9LVp5bI/AAAAAAAAEkI/1HaTrdeYjgk/s1600-h/DSC07058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975403812808114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy9LVp5bI/AAAAAAAAEkI/1HaTrdeYjgk/s320/DSC07058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvDlQ4bnI/AAAAAAAAEjY/FtlnZsALsB0/s1600-h/DSC07157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971115804814962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvDlQ4bnI/AAAAAAAAEjY/FtlnZsALsB0/s320/DSC07157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvDOnFkEI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/BvYt3HjChqk/s1600-h/DSC07091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971109723934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvDOnFkEI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/BvYt3HjChqk/s320/DSC07091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I'm obviously way behind - even more behind than I have been over the past several months. My laptop monitor bit the dust early in November, and I just got it back this week. I can't blame that alone, but it was a contributing factor! So if anyone's still reading this, here's enough to catch us up for the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On November 24th, Landry turned 22 months old. She's still a nutjob! She loves, loves, loves her babies still. I think Santa will be hooking her up with some more gear for her brood. She's still in love with Owen, but doesn't particularly care for it when he reaches out and grabs her clothes or hair. She frequently tries to love on Camden, but when he rejects her (which he usually does) she starts swinging. It's the few times that he embraces the idea of showing her affection that truly melt my heart. They can be so stinking sweet to each other when they want to be. She can say just about anything she wants to, but her voice is so nasal that almost everything that comes out of her mouth sounds the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975412770437330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy9stUeNI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/3k1QU6Tli7M/s320/DSC07021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975400009030802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy89Kw3JI/AAAAAAAAEkA/BszLST0pEyg/s320/DSC07098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. We went to Uncle Bruce's and Aunt Linda's to gorge ourselves this year. It was great, and a lot less tiring than being at Granny's. Aunt Linda has wayyyy fewer knickknacks lying about for our kids to dig in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975393019021938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy8jINynI/AAAAAAAAEj4/2Z042KP7CAg/s320/DSC07113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412228565117313522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwZNGsKIfI/AAAAAAAAElY/FgSzcVOAnvA/s320/DSCN1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412228561682994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwZM55WlNI/AAAAAAAAElQ/lre7GAW81-g/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412228550733128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwZMRGs48I/AAAAAAAAElI/4Oi8w3DY-Gc/s320/DSCN1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day after Thanksgiving we had Blake's family over. The highlight of the day was surprising Peyton with her new car. She had no clue, and must have said "oh. my. gosh." about a bazillion times after she saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411980137454265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxs3QthuZmI/AAAAAAAAEkw/tV4DtlCR-7I/s320/DSC07124.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412234331961660482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxwecx2_lEI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/3BI38oi3e-s/s320/DSC07127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On November 28th, Owen turned 6 months old. He's a very lazy baby! He's reached all of the developmental milestones appropriate for his age, but he doesn't really like to show off his skills very often. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that it's just not safe to leave him lying around on the floor in these parts. We need to be better about that, but I'm not ready to have him squished to bits just yet. Besides, I distinctly remember making the comment that if we had to have three kids, it would be great if the third could be a little slower than the first two. So far so good! He had his 6 month checkup on December 3rd, and the fact that's he's short was confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411980156902160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxs3R1-dt0I/AAAAAAAAElA/7-3Mz3y1gGA/s320/DSCN1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411980148535608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxs3RWzuRGI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-NeLrvVAxQ8/s320/DSCN1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971121695542130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvD7NVy3I/AAAAAAAAEjg/55buGUpAszI/s320/DSC07144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971133646190290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvEnumNtI/AAAAAAAAEjw/nBUjRwkPSWY/s320/DSC07137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's 6 month stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 24 inches (3rd percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 16 pounds, 13 ounces (25th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 17.5 inches (75th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that we're counting anymore, but Camden turned 33 months on December 2nd. We are amazed daily at the phrases that come out of his mouth. He and Landry went in for their second round of the flu vaccination, and after the nurse gave Landry her shot he got very upset and asked "did you hurt my sister"? He told me last night (after I had punished Landry for something or another) "you being ugly to my sister". He's very protective of her when he's not trying to beat her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411975416896719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sxsy98FGiLI/AAAAAAAAEkY/5Y24h7xmEJo/s320/DSC07030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's finally figured out his relationship to Owen. He repeats (often) "Owen's my little brother", or "hey, mister brother Owen". He's super sweet to Owen, but the bigger Owen gets, the less and less careful the bigger kids are around him. I'm surprised the poor guy hasn't suffered a crush injury yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was also Camden's first movie (with Dee and his boy cousins). We saw Planet 51, and he did pretty well. He wasn't sure about the volume for the first few minutes, but he quickly decided he could handle it. He sat in his seat eating popcorn and drinking Sprite for the first 45 minutes or so, then got ants in his pants and kept going back and forth between me and Dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412237949681818322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwhvW6sWtI/AAAAAAAAEmY/z1Fvt_8wwQw/s320/DSCN1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's lots of laughter, lots of tears, and lots of loudness around these parts. But most of all, there's lots of LOVE! It's not always easy, and might not be everyone's idea of heaven, but to us it's simply perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411971128039134770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxsvES1xVjI/AAAAAAAAEjo/D1ClzeB_geM/s320/DSC07142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7324400308452818997?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7324400308452818997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7324400308452818997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7324400308452818997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7324400308452818997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-to-cover.html' title='Lots of ground to cover: Landry&apos;s 22 month day, Owen&apos;s 6 month day, Thanksgiving, Owen&apos;s 6 month stats'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxwZN7mwUzI/AAAAAAAAElo/5wmpwzapYoI/s72-c/DSC07197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7474499839034821112</id><published>2009-11-29T17:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:26:32.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O's six month pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCwaf5pzI/AAAAAAAAEjI/Z__H5mGb7Fk/s1600/s42677ca107654_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670608172197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCwaf5pzI/AAAAAAAAEjI/Z__H5mGb7Fk/s320/s42677ca107654_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCwF9OlfI/AAAAAAAAEjA/of8jarBCCXs/s1600/s42677ca107654_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670602658059762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCwF9OlfI/AAAAAAAAEjA/of8jarBCCXs/s320/s42677ca107654_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCv7F1ihI/AAAAAAAAEi4/tPopcoEGSuc/s1600/s42677ca107654_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670599741377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCv7F1ihI/AAAAAAAAEi4/tPopcoEGSuc/s320/s42677ca107654_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCvlKBUJI/AAAAAAAAEiw/Ekr6YIMuup8/s1600/s42677ca107654_3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670593853345938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCvlKBUJI/AAAAAAAAEiw/Ekr6YIMuup8/s320/s42677ca107654_3_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCvIgGeoI/AAAAAAAAEio/WcF5DzI4k-g/s1600/s42677ca107654_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670586161330818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCvIgGeoI/AAAAAAAAEio/WcF5DzI4k-g/s320/s42677ca107654_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7474499839034821112?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7474499839034821112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7474499839034821112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7474499839034821112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7474499839034821112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-six-month-pictures.html' title='O&apos;s six month pictures'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SxMCwaf5pzI/AAAAAAAAEjI/Z__H5mGb7Fk/s72-c/s42677ca107654_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1539676786830258903</id><published>2009-11-01T22:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:48:18.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little stinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll spare you the picture (although I really did take one the first time), but Landry pooped on the potty today for the second time! We were having potty time this evening and Camden and Landry were both begging for a bath. We kept telling them no. (We really do bathe them, I promise. They had a shower with me earlier in the day, and we felt like that should have been enough for one day.) They kept on and on, so I spouted off "if you make poopy on the potty I'll put you in the bath", knowing that it would never happen. Sure enough, my stubborn baby girl had to show me up by pinching one off! Fortunately for me, Camden couldn't manage a poop, so I didn't have to bathe them. I suck, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1539676786830258903?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1539676786830258903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1539676786830258903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1539676786830258903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1539676786830258903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-little-pooper.html' title='Our little stinker'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1705473987852891415</id><published>2009-10-31T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:08:33.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sweet O is 5 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I_IwubnI/AAAAAAAAEig/IYKhJLudUYc/s1600-h/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398981409063726706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I_IwubnI/AAAAAAAAEig/IYKhJLudUYc/s320/DSC06914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I-4PIF_I/AAAAAAAAEiY/lZkcrCUpWTU/s1600-h/DSC06915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398981404627834866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I-4PIF_I/AAAAAAAAEiY/lZkcrCUpWTU/s320/DSC06915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I-hTmqoI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/IgjVAbcCgV8/s1600-h/DSC06909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398981398472600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I-hTmqoI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/IgjVAbcCgV8/s320/DSC06909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owen turned five months old on Wednesday. I know I've said it before, but he is SUCH a sweet baby. He doesn't complain about anything except being hungry or sleepy. He chills out in his papasan chair or on his activity mat and soaks in all the craziness of his brother and sister. He LOVES when Camden and/or Landry stop and talk to him or give him hugs and kisses.  He's got the sweetest little smile, but laughs like an 85 year old with emphysema! He's rolling over occasionally, but really doesn't seem too interested in reaching his developmental milestones early. I must say that while it's always exciting to watch your kids do something new, I won't be too upset if he does things slower than the other two. He'll be chasing behind them soon enough, and I'm not about to rush it this go 'round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1705473987852891415?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1705473987852891415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1705473987852891415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1705473987852891415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1705473987852891415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-sweet-o-is-5-months-old.html' title='Our sweet O is 5 months old!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Su0I_IwubnI/AAAAAAAAEig/IYKhJLudUYc/s72-c/DSC06914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7166669947408825991</id><published>2009-10-26T15:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:27:01.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's 21 months old, and I'm blogtarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTta32QdI/AAAAAAAAEiI/zCCnmWTJRIQ/s1600-h/DSC06874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397022874478723538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTta32QdI/AAAAAAAAEiI/zCCnmWTJRIQ/s320/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTtGN5FkI/AAAAAAAAEiA/n4nCR4o8s8g/s1600-h/DSC06884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397022868934039106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTtGN5FkI/AAAAAAAAEiA/n4nCR4o8s8g/s320/DSC06884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTs7LLtpI/AAAAAAAAEh4/wbRmzagiA3o/s1600-h/DSC06897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397022865969886866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTs7LLtpI/AAAAAAAAEh4/wbRmzagiA3o/s320/DSC06897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTsjJDrQI/AAAAAAAAEhw/0kxE2hsXztw/s1600-h/DSC06898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397022859518520578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTsjJDrQI/AAAAAAAAEhw/0kxE2hsXztw/s320/DSC06898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTsR83tgI/AAAAAAAAEho/KDpVJRIoMhU/s1600-h/DSC06900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397022854904002050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTsR83tgI/AAAAAAAAEho/KDpVJRIoMhU/s320/DSC06900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it's apparent that I have had a very difficult time keeping this blog up properly over the past few months. I'm not sure if having a third kid is to blame for that or if it's the time sucker known as facebook that keeps me preoccupied. It's probably a little bit of both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kids are all doing great. Camden and Landry are still using the potty periodically, though neither one has any interest in keeping a dry diaper. We just keep telling ourselves that it'll come . . . one of these days. Owen's still a super happy and super easy baby. He's rolled back to front several times. We haven't actually witnessed these rolls, we just find him in his new position after the fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the reason for this post is because Landry Lu turned 21 months old on Saturday. She's still quite the firecracker. She keeps up with Camden with no problem whatsoever. They seem to be getting along a little better lately. The pushing/shoving has lessened . . . for now. She'll be kicking his rear in no time! The saving grace is that they still like to hug and kiss (which we think is the sweetest thing ever) . . . for now. Only three more months until we celebrate her second birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7166669947408825991?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7166669947408825991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7166669947408825991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7166669947408825991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7166669947408825991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/10/landrys-21-months-old-and-im-blogtarded.html' title='Landry&apos;s 21 months old, and I&apos;m blogtarded'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SuYTta32QdI/AAAAAAAAEiI/zCCnmWTJRIQ/s72-c/DSC06874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-200870220705889554</id><published>2009-09-29T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:42:51.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry peed on the potty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden's been using the potty a few times a day for about 3 weeks now.  We plopped him down on the big potty and put Landry on the training potty before their baths tonight and she did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-200870220705889554?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/200870220705889554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=200870220705889554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/200870220705889554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/200870220705889554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/landry-peed-on-potty.html' title='Landry peed on the potty!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5053814910253770248</id><published>2009-09-29T17:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:43:27.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little caboose is 4 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLs4o-eRI/AAAAAAAAEhg/lNkZNdn20J4/s1600-h/DSC06557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387021707523291410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLs4o-eRI/AAAAAAAAEhg/lNkZNdn20J4/s320/DSC06557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLLsfjwCI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/nA6dV_JyW28/s1600-h/DSC06549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387021137326882850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLLsfjwCI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/nA6dV_JyW28/s320/DSC06549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLK_-mdgI/AAAAAAAAEhI/5qCcaxWIIcw/s1600-h/IMAGE_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387021125377488386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLK_-mdgI/AAAAAAAAEhI/5qCcaxWIIcw/s320/IMAGE_104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owen turned 4 months old yesterday. Where has the time gone? He's babbling up a storm, giggling like an old man, trying to pull his knees up under him, doing a front-to-back roll on occasion and making our lives fuller every single day! It's hard to believe that less than a year ago we were trying to figure out what in the world we would ever do with three kids, and now we can't imagine what we'd ever do without all of them! He's still very laid back, but has developed a few preferences about how he likes/doesn't like to be held, etc. He's still a great night-time sleeper. He stays awake in hour and a half intervals during the day. We try to take advantage of all the snuggle time, because (and I know I've said this before, but) this is the end of the line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had his 4 month check up today, and here are his stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Height: 23.5 inches (10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile - still!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weight: 13 pounds, 11.5 ounces (25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Head: 16.5 inches (50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything looked great, but they're ordering another ultrasound of his kidneys just to make sure things are still looking good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5053814910253770248?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5053814910253770248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5053814910253770248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5053814910253770248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5053814910253770248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-little-caboose-is-4-months-old.html' title='Our little caboose is 4 months old!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SsKLs4o-eRI/AAAAAAAAEhg/lNkZNdn20J4/s72-c/DSC06557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7072620958750288764</id><published>2009-09-27T17:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:35:49.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little reds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_nzzT8L9I/AAAAAAAAEhA/7tNioRMoptE/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278556491591634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_nzzT8L9I/AAAAAAAAEhA/7tNioRMoptE/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry at her 3 month check up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_nzB2JJ0I/AAAAAAAAEg4/KryRUZdt2KM/s1600-h/owen+3+mo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278543213274946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_nzB2JJ0I/AAAAAAAAEg4/KryRUZdt2KM/s320/owen+3+mo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen at his 3 month check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7072620958750288764?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7072620958750288764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7072620958750288764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7072620958750288764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7072620958750288764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-reds.html' title='My little reds'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_nzzT8L9I/AAAAAAAAEhA/7tNioRMoptE/s72-c/DSC01570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5573008077401160564</id><published>2009-09-27T16:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:04:46.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20 months, Lulu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_eKYL50pI/AAAAAAAAEgw/-xNsyr16UEA/s1600-h/DSC06538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267949230838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_eKYL50pI/AAAAAAAAEgw/-xNsyr16UEA/s320/DSC06538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_eJ6lCUhI/AAAAAAAAEgo/PMyj7RX2rqA/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267941283189266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_eJ6lCUhI/AAAAAAAAEgo/PMyj7RX2rqA/s320/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Queen of Fits turned 20 months old on Thursday. It seems like every day she finds a new level of loud to display during her tantrums. She's a little sweetie when she wants to be, but still doesn't take too kindly to being told no. She wakes up almost every morning asking for "mum" (gum), "numonees" (M&amp;amp;Ms) or "baboosht" (Starbursts), thus starting off the no!/temper tantrum portion of our day. It's a vicious cycle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's got a few four word sentences, the most common of which is "I don't like it". Her vocabulary gets stronger each day, and luckily Camden understands a lot of her "words". She often asks him for help, which comes out "needsumelp", and likes to point out everything that resembles a tractor by saying "you see dat dactuh?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's quite a character - SO completely and totally different from Camden. She still thinks Owen's pretty cool, but I think she's started figuring out that a lot of times when I don't do what she wants me to it's because I'm occupied doing something for him. I'm pretty impressed that it's taken almost four months for her to display any sort of jealousy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We love her to the moon and back, in spite of her propensity for throwing fits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5573008077401160564?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5573008077401160564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5573008077401160564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5573008077401160564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5573008077401160564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-20-months-lulu.html' title='Happy 20 months, Lulu!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sr_eKYL50pI/AAAAAAAAEgw/-xNsyr16UEA/s72-c/DSC06538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8700155946192202204</id><published>2009-09-22T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:11:10.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's three month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRR_nJAaI/AAAAAAAAEgg/CP-52yIu32Y/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494567817544098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRR_nJAaI/AAAAAAAAEgg/CP-52yIu32Y/s320/DSCN1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRRVygZOI/AAAAAAAAEgY/ggUlP7lPVCo/s1600-h/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494556590925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRRVygZOI/AAAAAAAAEgY/ggUlP7lPVCo/s320/DSCN1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRRB1_N3I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/FrgEgNbCBp8/s1600-h/DSCN1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494551236818802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRRB1_N3I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/FrgEgNbCBp8/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRQj4yf_I/AAAAAAAAEgI/az77BPJ5vP0/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494543195504626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRQj4yf_I/AAAAAAAAEgI/az77BPJ5vP0/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRQUPLdRI/AAAAAAAAEgA/zZVurCAbL3w/s1600-h/DSCN1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494538994447634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRQUPLdRI/AAAAAAAAEgA/zZVurCAbL3w/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm finally posting Owen's three month statistics, just in time for his four month check up. I'm just a little behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Height: 22.5 inches (10th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weight: 12 pounds, 8.5 ounces (50th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Head: 16.5 inches (75th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that Owen will definitely be our shorty. I'll be curious to see how much he weighs when he goes in next month, because he's really chunked up over the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pictures show him admiring himself in the mirror and then rolling over. He did it two times, but then will Scott walked in he tried to make a liar out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8700155946192202204?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8700155946192202204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8700155946192202204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8700155946192202204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8700155946192202204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/owens-three-month-stats.html' title='Owen&apos;s three month stats'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SrmRR_nJAaI/AAAAAAAAEgg/CP-52yIu32Y/s72-c/DSCN1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8294343382979730864</id><published>2009-08-30T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:50:20.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our baby is three months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpssS0SIlbI/AAAAAAAAEf4/bVvBcelOWkg/s1600-h/DSCN1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375939281980790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpssS0SIlbI/AAAAAAAAEf4/bVvBcelOWkg/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpsrHSIUEbI/AAAAAAAAEfw/HVMp8-OfRSI/s1600-h/DSCN1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375937984322605490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpsrHSIUEbI/AAAAAAAAEfw/HVMp8-OfRSI/s320/DSCN1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little Owen turned three months old on Friday. These past few months sure have flown by! He got to meet and visit with lots of family Friday night that he hadn't met before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's cooing up a storm these days. He's still very laid back and is a very easy-going baby. He's been sleeping through the night since he was five weeks old, which is very much appreciated around here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We go on Tuesday for his three month well baby check and I'll post his latest stats soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8294343382979730864?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8294343382979730864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8294343382979730864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8294343382979730864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8294343382979730864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-baby-is-three-months-old.html' title='Our baby is three months old!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpssS0SIlbI/AAAAAAAAEf4/bVvBcelOWkg/s72-c/DSCN1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6671566085017192580</id><published>2009-08-24T21:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:48:54.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 month old eyebrows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIrR4zdeI/AAAAAAAAEfU/qWHrVVso-LY/s1600-h/DSC06170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373718688756364770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIrR4zdeI/AAAAAAAAEfU/qWHrVVso-LY/s320/DSC06170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIqzF1TBI/AAAAAAAAEfM/9pRCw3H0sLo/s1600-h/DSC06172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373718680489511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIqzF1TBI/AAAAAAAAEfM/9pRCw3H0sLo/s320/DSC06172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIqbTMHlI/AAAAAAAAEfE/bo_9u0zSwtA/s1600-h/DSC06175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373718674103082578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIqbTMHlI/AAAAAAAAEfE/bo_9u0zSwtA/s320/DSC06175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry Lou turned 19 months old today. (I'm impressed that this is actually getting posted on the correct day!) I got some pretty good shots of what are known around here as her Trouble Eyes. Just about every time I tell her to smile she cranks down her eyebrows and says "cheese", so it's hard to capture her big, beautiful smile these days. She's talking up a storm, but isn't scared to pitch a fit when we don't immediately understand what she's saying. She's got the basics down, and likes to list the names of people in the room or car with her. Camden is known as "bro-er", Owen is either "Oweee" or baby, and Christine is still "Dideen". It's amazing how different her little personality is from Camden's. She's got a quick temper, an infectious laugh and is cuddly as can be - when it's her idea. She's still not putting up with much crap from Camden, but is slowly learning how to share. Our biggest fights each day are about who stole what from whom, so learning to share is definitely an ongoing process around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719936142926082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNJz4w74QI/AAAAAAAAEfk/Kvl5_RGWh5c/s320/DSC06176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719921789527778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNJzDS0ZuI/AAAAAAAAEfc/4_r5exvYEdY/s320/DSC06178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's unbelievably adorable, and that keeps her out of a lot of trouble around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6671566085017192580?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6671566085017192580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6671566085017192580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6671566085017192580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6671566085017192580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/19-month-old-eyebrows.html' title='19 month old eyebrows!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SpNIrR4zdeI/AAAAAAAAEfU/qWHrVVso-LY/s72-c/DSC06170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4698315116916922878</id><published>2009-08-12T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:53:21.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBNt2iL7I/AAAAAAAAEe0/zAZaCWfrzl8/s1600-h/DSC06079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136515914018738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBNt2iL7I/AAAAAAAAEe0/zAZaCWfrzl8/s320/DSC06079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBPiTHfRI/AAAAAAAAEe8/O0azCooDUHE/s1600-h/DSC06078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136547172416786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBPiTHfRI/AAAAAAAAEe8/O0azCooDUHE/s320/DSC06078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136502619172274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBM8Uy7bI/AAAAAAAAEes/SqIk3OjyU-Q/s320/DSC06080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBMt-_KDI/AAAAAAAAEek/jHoAtOeppDo/s1600-h/DSC06088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136498769602610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBMt-_KDI/AAAAAAAAEek/jHoAtOeppDo/s320/DSC06088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBMAhePOI/AAAAAAAAEec/THD_3z6yk28/s1600-h/DSC06091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136486566214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBMAhePOI/AAAAAAAAEec/THD_3z6yk28/s320/DSC06091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4698315116916922878?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4698315116916922878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4698315116916922878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4698315116916922878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4698315116916922878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-my-children.html' title='All my children'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoMBNt2iL7I/AAAAAAAAEe0/zAZaCWfrzl8/s72-c/DSC06079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-518991704308773307</id><published>2009-08-12T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:37:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "big boy" bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL81HU_I8I/AAAAAAAAEeU/jl1Q7Iirw8E/s1600-h/DSC06070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369131695209391042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL81HU_I8I/AAAAAAAAEeU/jl1Q7Iirw8E/s320/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL80UX_1PI/AAAAAAAAEeM/yF5kvYyjL_k/s1600-h/DSC06069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369131681531811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL80UX_1PI/AAAAAAAAEeM/yF5kvYyjL_k/s320/DSC06069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL6fcBk0RI/AAAAAAAAEeE/WIJEmNAJ1dM/s1600-h/DSC06084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369129123784741138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL6fcBk0RI/AAAAAAAAEeE/WIJEmNAJ1dM/s320/DSC06084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL51iWPf3I/AAAAAAAAEd0/mI-WM7zpbLQ/s1600-h/DSC06071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369128403927531378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL51iWPf3I/AAAAAAAAEd0/mI-WM7zpbLQ/s320/DSC06071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We broke Camden's crib down on Sunday and put him in his big boy bed - finally! He's done pretty well in it. We put a TV with a DVD player in his room in the hopes that it would make him want to stay in his room. We have several episodes of him coming out right after we put him down at night, but after a few trips back to bed he eventually stays put.  We've been setting the sleep timer on the TV, so after 30-45 minutes it cuts off and he rolls over and goes to sleep - just like a big boy.  We're very proud of him for handling the transition so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-518991704308773307?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/518991704308773307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=518991704308773307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/518991704308773307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/518991704308773307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-boy-bed.html' title='The &quot;big boy&quot; bed'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SoL81HU_I8I/AAAAAAAAEeU/jl1Q7Iirw8E/s72-c/DSC06070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5193122818794370295</id><published>2009-08-06T19:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:36:20.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics: Owen's 2 month and Landry's 18 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0IdlQ6cI/AAAAAAAAEdk/SjfNN6CKpeM/s1600-h/DSCN1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367011069670779330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0IdlQ6cI/AAAAAAAAEdk/SjfNN6CKpeM/s320/DSCN1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0IM0rIdI/AAAAAAAAEdc/OeKzDDtETTQ/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367011065172009426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0IM0rIdI/AAAAAAAAEdc/OeKzDDtETTQ/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0Hoi8hTI/AAAAAAAAEdU/0dzwMZhMEUo/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367011055433975090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0Hoi8hTI/AAAAAAAAEdU/0dzwMZhMEUo/s320/DSCN1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry and Owen had well-baby check ups today. Owen had to get three shots, but Landry was spared this go 'round. As we figured, he was not a fan at all. Here are their respective stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Owen&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Height: 22 inches (15th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weight: 10 pounds, 15 ounces (25th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Head: 15.75 inches (50th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 2 months Camden was 12 pounds, 1 ounce, 23 inches tall with a 15.75 inch head circumference (50th percentile for all). Landry was 11 pounds, 5 ounces (75th), 22.5 inches tall (50th) and had a 14.5 inch head circ. (20th).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Landry&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Height: 32.5 inches (75th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weight: 24 pounds, 13 ounces (66th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Head: 18.75 (85th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 18 months Camden was 33.25 inches tall, 28.5 pounds with a 19 inch head circumference. (All 75th percentile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5193122818794370295?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5193122818794370295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5193122818794370295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5193122818794370295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5193122818794370295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/statistics-owens-2-month-and-landrys-18.html' title='Statistics: Owen&apos;s 2 month and Landry&apos;s 18 month'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Snt0IdlQ6cI/AAAAAAAAEdk/SjfNN6CKpeM/s72-c/DSCN1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-9064634423625419578</id><published>2009-08-03T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:12:15.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen at 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXK7QY4UI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zcLSaKw1sCo/s1600-h/DSCN1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365923694996152642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXK7QY4UI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zcLSaKw1sCo/s320/DSCN1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were by ourselves most of the week, and this is as good as my extended arm shot gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXKbWQKSI/AAAAAAAAEdE/NLRpw6uMdsg/s1600-h/DSCN1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365923686430812450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXKbWQKSI/AAAAAAAAEdE/NLRpw6uMdsg/s320/DSCN1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Owen did most of his 2 month day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXKCjHrJI/AAAAAAAAEc8/GQOw5_ohTBk/s1600-h/DSCN1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365923679773895826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXKCjHrJI/AAAAAAAAEc8/GQOw5_ohTBk/s320/DSCN1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is how I finally got him quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owen turned 2 months old when we were in Florida last week. I'm sorry to report that it wasn't a very happy day for him. He quickly got used to being the only child and was none-so-happy every time I got really selfish and decided to put him down so I could do things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous like go to the bathroom, put my makeup on, get dressed, etc.  He was definitely Pissed Off Baby most of last week.  Fortunately, he won't remember it, but he'll have this nice little diary to fill him in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is really a laid back baby (at home - definitely not in Florida).  He started smiling on purpose the week before our trip, and on July 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; he smiled and giggled at us in the mirror.  He's laughed a few times since then, also.  He rolled from his front to back on the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm sure that was a fluke.  He hasn't done that since.  I think those are all of his firsts so far.  Oh, and the most important thing: he's going overnight without a bottle.  He started this around 6 weeks, and it has been FABULOUS.  Sometimes he'll wake up around 4, but we're able to reinsert the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; and get him back to sleep until 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  This is definitely earlier than the other two, and it's also without the benefit of having rice cereal in his bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We go on Thursday for his 2 month well baby check and shots (as well as for Landry's 18 month check and shots), and we'll see if we're still fattening him up too much.  I'll report back with his statistics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-9064634423625419578?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9064634423625419578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=9064634423625419578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/9064634423625419578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/9064634423625419578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/owen-at-2-months.html' title='Owen at 2 months'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneXK7QY4UI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zcLSaKw1sCo/s72-c/DSCN1077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3675665402292431158</id><published>2009-08-03T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:59:55.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's 1 and a half!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneVkZ6xVtI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Yc8PkmAc6jI/s1600-h/DSC05929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365921933700454098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneVkZ6xVtI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Yc8PkmAc6jI/s320/DSC05929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneVkP4wZjI/AAAAAAAAEcs/cWWD1uuBZRI/s1600-h/DSC05922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365921931007649330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneVkP4wZjI/AAAAAAAAEcs/cWWD1uuBZRI/s320/DSC05922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or at least she was on July 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Now I guess she's a few days over that. She's still the prettiest red head in the world! (Sorry to all of you other folks who thought you were the prettiest red head in the world, but it's true.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's talking up a storm, but there is still LOTS that is totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; to us. She has finally gotten back to real kisses.  For the longest time she'd let us kiss her on the head, but was totally opposed to the lip kisses.  Maybe she heard about the swine flu.  She and Camden are huge buddies most of the time. There's lots of playing and sharing and kissing and hugging, but when it gets ugly it gets REALLY ugly. It appears as if they're equally hard-headed. I'm not quite sure where they get that. ;)  She definitely doesn't let him push her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the ridiculously late update.  We've been a little bit busy around these parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3675665402292431158?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3675665402292431158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3675665402292431158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3675665402292431158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3675665402292431158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/landrys-1-and-half.html' title='Landry&apos;s 1 and a half!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SneVkZ6xVtI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Yc8PkmAc6jI/s72-c/DSC05929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7493171877958039406</id><published>2009-07-11T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:16:58.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday Landry spoke her first understandable three word sentence.  Christine said "Landry, I think it's time for your nap" and Landry promptly responded (while running like a wild woman through the kitchen) "I think no".  We looked at each other with the "did she just say that?" look.  When we realized the other heard the same thing we decided that she really did say it.  Her little vocabulary has blossomed in the past three days.  Today Blake said "excuse me" and she said "excuse me, daddy" right back to him.  For some reason we feel like she isn't speaking as well as Camden did at her age, but I think we're just comparing her vocab to what we get out of Camden nowadays.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's hard to remember there's an age gap between the two of them.  She's making more and more sense every day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7493171877958039406?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7493171877958039406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7493171877958039406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7493171877958039406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7493171877958039406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1665219285487590365</id><published>2009-07-05T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:00:23.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's a meltin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I type, Camden and Landry are sitting in the window waiting on their daddy to get home.  I looked over at them, and this is what I found.  I feel really lucky to have captured these sweet images!  I love watching the relationship between these two develop.  It really is one of the sweetest things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUK2SYMuI/AAAAAAAAEb8/lqYoHC8-FRY/s1600-h/DSC05856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355083608524075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUK2SYMuI/AAAAAAAAEb8/lqYoHC8-FRY/s320/DSC05856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUKXBNI5I/AAAAAAAAEb0/_4oDq-x3ddU/s1600-h/DSC05854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355083600130548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUKXBNI5I/AAAAAAAAEb0/_4oDq-x3ddU/s320/DSC05854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUKPfqtwI/AAAAAAAAEbs/pjcRNlIfyXs/s1600-h/DSC05852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355083598110832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUKPfqtwI/AAAAAAAAEbs/pjcRNlIfyXs/s320/DSC05852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1665219285487590365?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1665219285487590365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1665219285487590365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1665219285487590365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1665219285487590365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hearts-meltin.html' title='My heart&apos;s a meltin&apos;!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEUK2SYMuI/AAAAAAAAEb8/lqYoHC8-FRY/s72-c/DSC05856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8956461227214062126</id><published>2009-07-05T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:29:23.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots o' babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEMtUafbaI/AAAAAAAAEbk/FYGKFHwaiFI/s1600-h/DSC05770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355075404633697698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEMtUafbaI/AAAAAAAAEbk/FYGKFHwaiFI/s320/DSC05770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This doesn't happen very often, but I sure do enjoy it when it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8956461227214062126?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8956461227214062126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8956461227214062126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8956461227214062126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8956461227214062126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/lots-o-babies.html' title='Lots o&apos; babies'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SlEMtUafbaI/AAAAAAAAEbk/FYGKFHwaiFI/s72-c/DSC05770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8205404872934368188</id><published>2009-07-03T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:56:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the big bath tub!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j9eFV_yI/AAAAAAAAEbc/DisMNE30GjQ/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256545944567586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j9eFV_yI/AAAAAAAAEbc/DisMNE30GjQ/s320/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j9JZj9_I/AAAAAAAAEbU/WHf2NPTQO6s/s1600-h/DSC05824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256540392224754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j9JZj9_I/AAAAAAAAEbU/WHf2NPTQO6s/s320/DSC05824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j80YlULI/AAAAAAAAEbM/rHS0YMdnMzs/s1600-h/DSC05811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256534750974130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j80YlULI/AAAAAAAAEbM/rHS0YMdnMzs/s320/DSC05811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j8WBkjpI/AAAAAAAAEbE/CPBm7lraCDw/s1600-h/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256526601391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j8WBkjpI/AAAAAAAAEbE/CPBm7lraCDw/s320/DSC05796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j8MN-MII/AAAAAAAAEa8/A4xpdUC50eE/s1600-h/DSC05832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256523969048706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j8MN-MII/AAAAAAAAEa8/A4xpdUC50eE/s320/DSC05832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8205404872934368188?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8205404872934368188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8205404872934368188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8205404872934368188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8205404872934368188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-big-bath-tub.html' title='Fun in the big bath tub!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sk4j9eFV_yI/AAAAAAAAEbc/DisMNE30GjQ/s72-c/DSC05816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7709513212079276104</id><published>2009-06-28T17:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:42:22.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month, Owen! (and belated 17 months to Landry!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvqU7iEHI/AAAAAAAAEa0/ZExoK_dD92s/s1600-h/DSCN1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510192605073522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvqU7iEHI/AAAAAAAAEa0/ZExoK_dD92s/s320/DSCN1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvqN9hTfI/AAAAAAAAEas/qJtwSK3O1ZI/s1600-h/DSCN1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510190734364146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvqN9hTfI/AAAAAAAAEas/qJtwSK3O1ZI/s320/DSCN1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvpxvqetI/AAAAAAAAEak/HpyLVOel7ek/s1600-h/DSCN1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510183160052434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvpxvqetI/AAAAAAAAEak/HpyLVOel7ek/s320/DSCN1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's crazy to think Owen's already been around for a month! Seems like we were just finding out we were pregnant with him. He's a very easy-going baby. He eats and sleeps, with the occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper thrown in the mix. He's been getting belly aches pretty regularly, but hopefully that won't last much longer. He had his circumcision on Tuesday. The good thing about an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncircumcised&lt;/span&gt; penis is that when he peed during diaper changes the stream went down into the diaper or the changing pad. Now that he's had a little taken off the top he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whizzes&lt;/span&gt; everywhere - even in his ear! We go back on Tuesday for his follow up with the urologist. They ordered results from the ultrasounds that were done at the hospital when Owen was a day old. I'm curious to see what they have to say about his kidneys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's doing great, and growing like a weed! We sure didn't expect a fifth member in our family, but we sure did fall in love with him quickly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had his first overnight stay at Pop and Dee's last night, and then a quick visit with his great grandparents today. Papa still loves babies as much as ever. I think had we stayed a few minutes longer they both would have been napping on the couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510180295192962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvpnEoMYI/AAAAAAAAEac/h_tcHUqBCmw/s320/DSC05677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Landry turned 17 months on Wednesday, which just happened to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We had dinner as a family (all 13 of us) at Texas Roadhouse to celebrate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Landry is a hand full right now. She's still loving Owen, but she and Camden have been arguing more since we brought Owen home. It's a lot of fun. It's sometimes hard to remember that she's only one and we can't discipline her the same way we can Camden. She's still a baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She's getting more and more lovable. She's never been much on cuddling, but seems to be coming around these last few weeks. She doesn't slow down often, so it's nice when she climbs up in our laps and sits still for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We're all adjusting quite well to life as a family of 5. Blake typically handles the first night feeding, and I get the second. Sometimes I luck out because the second falls around 6 or 7 a.m. We're getting a decent amount of sleep, but could always use more. Camden's still a "good helper", and Landry likes to try to help and then proclaim "good job", even though most folks wouldn't have a clue what she's saying. For having three kids in 27 months I think we're doing pretty well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7709513212079276104?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7709513212079276104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7709513212079276104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7709513212079276104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7709513212079276104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1-month-owen-and-belated-17.html' title='Happy 1 Month, Owen! (and belated 17 months to Landry!)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SkfvqU7iEHI/AAAAAAAAEa0/ZExoK_dD92s/s72-c/DSCN1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8313071379623051314</id><published>2009-06-22T10:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:05:11.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a pretty nice weekend. The big(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ger&lt;/span&gt;) kids behaved, somewhat. They were plenty bad, I guess, but it's amazing how quickly you can block out the miserable parts! Here are some photos from the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mz20925I/AAAAAAAAEaM/Kf4DegWCv5c/s1600-h/DSC05709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178292160650130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mz20925I/AAAAAAAAEaM/Kf4DegWCv5c/s320/DSC05709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden loves to walk around in everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mzkMe-0I/AAAAAAAAEaE/SMNOVdl0ahU/s1600-h/DSC05736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178287159016258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mzkMe-0I/AAAAAAAAEaE/SMNOVdl0ahU/s320/DSC05736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Landry loves to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; Camden. They walk really well in Daddy's shoes, although you wouldn't think they'd be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mzWVuE-I/AAAAAAAAEZ8/ND8y_isAnrA/s1600-h/DSC05701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178283439657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mzWVuE-I/AAAAAAAAEZ8/ND8y_isAnrA/s320/DSC05701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what our sweetest baby (for now) did most of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350179919518373298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-oSlNSFbI/AAAAAAAAEaU/JSDeMut8WWw/s320/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake and Camden cleaned up the boat on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-my4b7vhI/AAAAAAAAEZs/lYLE-KpBGUw/s1600-h/DSC05698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178275412655634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-my4b7vhI/AAAAAAAAEZs/lYLE-KpBGUw/s320/DSC05698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden was in charge of the water hose, which thrilled him to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-kfJrA5pI/AAAAAAAAEZc/ELeAbVr04KQ/s1600-h/DSC05713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175737418671762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-kfJrA5pI/AAAAAAAAEZc/ELeAbVr04KQ/s320/DSC05713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got Blake a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SoundDock&lt;/span&gt; for Father's Day. He hooked it up and did a little dancing with his baby girl in the kitchen Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-kem6GBtI/AAAAAAAAEZU/G2dcTDvM6zw/s1600-h/DSC05716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175728086681298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-kem6GBtI/AAAAAAAAEZU/G2dcTDvM6zw/s320/DSC05716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen got a little play time in, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178278597895362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mzETWpMI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/tdBohxfjjSk/s320/DSC05729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And plenty of kisses from Camden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175716586120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-kd8EJZuI/AAAAAAAAEZE/vSdscyLjC70/s320/DSC05742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was a sprinkler hooked up to the other end of this hose, but of courses the kids liked the end that was making mud way better than the clean water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best for last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-keDhJtvI/AAAAAAAAEZM/hC3aHY1eyNE/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175718586824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-keDhJtvI/AAAAAAAAEZM/hC3aHY1eyNE/s320/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a white trash end to our weekend when Camden stripped off his clothes and started hauling the cooler down the driveway IN THE FRONT YARD. I'll spare you the pictures of Blake bathing the kids in the sprinkler before we brought them inside. It was super tacky, in a very funny sort of way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8313071379623051314?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8313071379623051314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8313071379623051314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8313071379623051314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8313071379623051314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sj-mz20925I/AAAAAAAAEaM/Kf4DegWCv5c/s72-c/DSC05709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1185888352197029747</id><published>2009-06-05T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:37:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun day for the big(ger) kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We bought a cheapo kiddie pool yesterday thinking the kids would enjoy splashing around in it. It was about one-eighth full of water when the side busted a leak. Christine and Camden made a mad dash to Academy and picked up an inflatable pool, which turned out to be a much better purchase. Camden and Landry had a blast splashing around and climbing in and out to go down the slide. And to top it all off, Camden only tried to hold Landry under the water once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhOdIkflI/AAAAAAAAEYM/L0ckMAM7aOM/s1600-h/DSC05516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344050071306796626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhOdIkflI/AAAAAAAAEYM/L0ckMAM7aOM/s320/DSC05516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344050064526650178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhOD4Dq0I/AAAAAAAAEYE/qTWXSunKOAs/s320/DSC05540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhONXk8jI/AAAAAAAAEX8/xNbM6JVcTtw/s1600-h/DSC05544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344050067074773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhONXk8jI/AAAAAAAAEX8/xNbM6JVcTtw/s320/DSC05544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhNhhNaGI/AAAAAAAAEX0/pRbjLYIT0I4/s1600-h/DSC05576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344050055304013922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhNhhNaGI/AAAAAAAAEX0/pRbjLYIT0I4/s320/DSC05576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhNRvK_hI/AAAAAAAAEXs/xLPTRkS6fEo/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344050051067608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhNRvK_hI/AAAAAAAAEXs/xLPTRkS6fEo/s320/DSC05592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1185888352197029747?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1185888352197029747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1185888352197029747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1185888352197029747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1185888352197029747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-day-for-bigger-kids.html' title='A fun day for the big(ger) kids'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SinhOdIkflI/AAAAAAAAEYM/L0ckMAM7aOM/s72-c/DSC05516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8294609225200807663</id><published>2009-06-03T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:59:48.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicOt86m6GI/AAAAAAAAEXk/cAFxHE_K5bU/s1600-h/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255665507231842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicOt86m6GI/AAAAAAAAEXk/cAFxHE_K5bU/s320/DSC05473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicOttmxUmI/AAAAAAAAEXc/kLVzGObnT9w/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255661397496418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicOttmxUmI/AAAAAAAAEXc/kLVzGObnT9w/s320/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8294609225200807663?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8294609225200807663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8294609225200807663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8294609225200807663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8294609225200807663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorites.html' title='My Favorites'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicOt86m6GI/AAAAAAAAEXk/cAFxHE_K5bU/s72-c/DSC05473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-110060496117569160</id><published>2009-06-03T18:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:45:23.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicKba0UiHI/AAAAAAAAEXU/ffVHjKbw4oU/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343250949069899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicKba0UiHI/AAAAAAAAEXU/ffVHjKbw4oU/s320/DSC05485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen at 6 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicJmb7JvtI/AAAAAAAAEXE/4dhLbf4OmQE/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343250038833921746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicJmb7JvtI/AAAAAAAAEXE/4dhLbf4OmQE/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry at 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicHQJJ-IZI/AAAAAAAAEW8/2TT3qoc0OaY/s1600-h/DSC05429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343247456815423890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicHQJJ-IZI/AAAAAAAAEW8/2TT3qoc0OaY/s320/DSC05429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen at 3 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicHP2JKs9I/AAAAAAAAEW0/10TCUaKdIPw/s1600-h/Camden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343247451711779794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicHP2JKs9I/AAAAAAAAEW0/10TCUaKdIPw/s320/Camden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden at 1 or 2 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-110060496117569160?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/110060496117569160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=110060496117569160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/110060496117569160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/110060496117569160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/comparison.html' title='A comparison'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SicKba0UiHI/AAAAAAAAEXU/ffVHjKbw4oU/s72-c/DSC05485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4576299963898606486</id><published>2009-05-29T15:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:19:28.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ_MxcmJI/AAAAAAAAEWs/C8v8BDZ2HEE/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358204752009362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ_MxcmJI/AAAAAAAAEWs/C8v8BDZ2HEE/s320/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ-rgwrII/AAAAAAAAEWk/Bha2uUMTeWg/s1600-h/DSC05299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358195823651970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ-rgwrII/AAAAAAAAEWk/Bha2uUMTeWg/s320/DSC05299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ-RO_gII/AAAAAAAAEWc/ilosmjPdWb0/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358188769804418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ-RO_gII/AAAAAAAAEWc/ilosmjPdWb0/s320/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ9wjImnI/AAAAAAAAEWU/cQTpAKvVmps/s1600-h/DSC05307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358179995916914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ9wjImnI/AAAAAAAAEWU/cQTpAKvVmps/s320/DSC05307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ9ptZ2VI/AAAAAAAAEWM/uS2L5w_RZi8/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358178159941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ9ptZ2VI/AAAAAAAAEWM/uS2L5w_RZi8/s320/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHDe2mQXI/AAAAAAAAEV8/wINK_l-SESY/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347283208651122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHDe2mQXI/AAAAAAAAEV8/wINK_l-SESY/s320/DSC05282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHC4M1j9I/AAAAAAAAEV0/_ld93O4bhqs/s1600-h/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347272832946130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHC4M1j9I/AAAAAAAAEV0/_ld93O4bhqs/s320/DSC05283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHCro-0KI/AAAAAAAAEVs/Qki1H_1GdeI/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347269461332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHCro-0KI/AAAAAAAAEVs/Qki1H_1GdeI/s320/DSC05288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHCPLdlhI/AAAAAAAAEVk/XVsTUZMFuNM/s1600-h/DSC05289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347261821326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBHCPLdlhI/AAAAAAAAEVk/XVsTUZMFuNM/s320/DSC05289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFJPxHl-I/AAAAAAAAEVc/67Nps43bS1M/s1600-h/DSC05234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345183215097826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFJPxHl-I/AAAAAAAAEVc/67Nps43bS1M/s320/DSC05234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFIn1xEdI/AAAAAAAAEVU/pnjiM_grCQk/s1600-h/DSC05238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345172497174994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFIn1xEdI/AAAAAAAAEVU/pnjiM_grCQk/s320/DSC05238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFIaTynlI/AAAAAAAAEVM/PIdzjwWpaUw/s1600-h/DSC05254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345168865009234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFIaTynlI/AAAAAAAAEVM/PIdzjwWpaUw/s320/DSC05254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFH03rblI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MlCRQAZkraA/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345158814985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFH03rblI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MlCRQAZkraA/s320/DSC05259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFHn-KywI/AAAAAAAAEU8/qjCh2oGmI-Q/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345155352546050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBFHn-KywI/AAAAAAAAEU8/qjCh2oGmI-Q/s320/DSC05263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4576299963898606486?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4576299963898606486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4576299963898606486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4576299963898606486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4576299963898606486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-owen.html' title='More Owen'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SiBQ_MxcmJI/AAAAAAAAEWs/C8v8BDZ2HEE/s72-c/DSC05296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-535903112074105012</id><published>2009-05-29T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:08:11.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . .  Owen Ridgley Rainey!  Most of you already know, but Ridgley is Blake's dad's middle name and goes back generations before him.  It's growing on me!  We tested the name out last night before we sent him back to the nursery and think it suits him very well.  And he can already purse his lips as if he's saying "Oh", so we think he approves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to the world, little Owen.  Sorry it took us 16 hours to finalize your name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c6C-Ev2I/AAAAAAAAEU0/b1PmO2dlGf4/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341230572872449890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c6C-Ev2I/AAAAAAAAEU0/b1PmO2dlGf4/s320/DSCN0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c5i4Hu2I/AAAAAAAAEUs/UMTATLy0pvw/s1600-h/DSCN0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341230564257545058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c5i4Hu2I/AAAAAAAAEUs/UMTATLy0pvw/s320/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c5An6nAI/AAAAAAAAEUk/JcE_qImXGd0/s1600-h/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341230555062770690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c5An6nAI/AAAAAAAAEUk/JcE_qImXGd0/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c40BVNoI/AAAAAAAAEUc/bbaR7TeX2CU/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341230551679710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c40BVNoI/AAAAAAAAEUc/bbaR7TeX2CU/s320/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c4jWZ7oI/AAAAAAAAEUU/ex60zhOfO6g/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341230547204697730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c4jWZ7oI/AAAAAAAAEUU/ex60zhOfO6g/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-535903112074105012?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/535903112074105012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=535903112074105012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/535903112074105012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/535903112074105012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/announcing.html' title='Announcing . . .'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh_c6C-Ev2I/AAAAAAAAEU0/b1PmO2dlGf4/s72-c/DSCN0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5754158867836590323</id><published>2009-05-28T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:40:55.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures compliments of Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh9Kb5vA0lI/AAAAAAAAEUM/v8VvXRSmRxU/s1600-h/5-28-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069526299628114" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Not the best angles, but they whisked the baby away to the nursery about 45 seconds after Danielle walked in, so she didn't have much to work with.  I'll post more as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The nursery called a few minutes ago and said they bathed him at 8 and fed him about 9:15 and he did great.  They'll bring him to us as soon as we get moved to a postpartum room.  Who knows when that will be though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I can't read the blog on Blake's HP Mini, so if things look funny, I apologize!  I think the privacy screen has a weird affect on whatever color I've got the font set to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5754158867836590323?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5754158867836590323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5754158867836590323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5754158867836590323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5754158867836590323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-compliments-of-danielle.html' title='Pictures compliments of Danielle'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sh9Kb5vA0lI/AAAAAAAAEUM/v8VvXRSmRxU/s72-c/5-28-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-446968481787569110</id><published>2009-05-28T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:28:52.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy Rainey has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt; is here!  He was born at 4:11 p.m. weighing 6 pounds, 8 ounces and 18.5 inches long.  He's a shorty!  I went in for my scheduled exam this morning and was dilated 5 cm.  Dr. P sent me over to the hospital and they started me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pitocin&lt;/span&gt; and broke my water shortly after 1 p.m.  I got my epidural about 1:30, and bragged that I got it before I had too many painful contractions.  This statement later bit me square in the ass when it wore off  and I got about 30 minutes of strong contractions before the new dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; started working.  I applaud all of you who have labored and/or delivered without pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, because I can tell you right now that sort of insanity just IS NOT for me.  The epidural kicked back in about 1 minute before I started pushing, and after 2 to 4 good pushes he was here and SCREAMING.  He immediately peed on my OB, and later went again on the nurses as they were cleaning him up and checking him out.  So we know his little kidneys are working!  My pediatrician said they would do the ultrasound on his kidneys tomorrow to see if they are still enlarged, or if that has resolved itself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His respiration was rapid at first, but that seems to have resolved.  He's in the nursery now awaiting his bath.  He has to warm up first, and will have to warm back up afterwards, so we're not sure when we'll get to see him next.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has strawberry blond hair.  I'm curious to see what it looks like after his bath.  Some say he resembles his siblings, some say he doesn't.  I don't have an opinion on that yet, as we haven't really had much time together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've taken plenty of pictures, but somehow our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cable got left at home.  I have the little Canon in my purse, so when we see him next I'll take some pics with that and use the SD card slot on the laptop to upload a few pictures.    He has a little bit of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cone head&lt;/span&gt;, but his little face is just perfect.  I hope you show you all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His name will be announced soon - I promise!  Thanks for all your thoughts, prayers, good vibes, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-446968481787569110?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/446968481787569110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=446968481787569110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/446968481787569110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/446968481787569110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-boy-rainey-has-arrived.html' title='Baby Boy Rainey has arrived!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7585451924149973364</id><published>2009-05-24T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:29:06.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking out the new kid's digs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9Fy6RUFI/AAAAAAAAET0/XYNUOwYJ5ww/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339577109231784018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9Fy6RUFI/AAAAAAAAET0/XYNUOwYJ5ww/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9FlAcIwI/AAAAAAAAETs/vc8I1whhY8s/s1600-h/DSCN0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339577105499562754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9FlAcIwI/AAAAAAAAETs/vc8I1whhY8s/s320/DSCN0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9Fc0ADEI/AAAAAAAAETk/Qf790Xjq-l4/s1600-h/DSCN0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339577103299906626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9Fc0ADEI/AAAAAAAAETk/Qf790Xjq-l4/s320/DSCN0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9FNSjuDI/AAAAAAAAETc/Gr2WvZrji2M/s1600-h/DSCN0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339577099133106226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9FNSjuDI/AAAAAAAAETc/Gr2WvZrji2M/s320/DSCN0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be doing really well if Camden and Landry don't tear up the swing and bouncy seat before the baby gets here. The fact that Camden can now open the baby gates isn't working in our favor. They are both super interested in all the stuff that's being brought in and dug out of closets, etc. We'll see how much they like it when there's someone occupying all these fun items! I'm guessing that's going to go over like a turd in a punch bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(These were taken with the little Canon point and shoot camera, which is why the quality sucks. Sometimes digging out the big, nice camera is too much of a hassle!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7585451924149973364?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7585451924149973364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7585451924149973364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7585451924149973364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7585451924149973364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/checking-out-new-kids-digs.html' title='Checking out the new kid&apos;s digs'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn9Fy6RUFI/AAAAAAAAET0/XYNUOwYJ5ww/s72-c/DSCN0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3568949771935970651</id><published>2009-05-24T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:01:08.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "good helper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6D0n6xeI/AAAAAAAAETU/NW0BzlnMoXk/s1600-h/DSC05188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573776797058530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6D0n6xeI/AAAAAAAAETU/NW0BzlnMoXk/s320/DSC05188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden had all the wrong screws in the wrong places, but at least he didn't lose anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6DpwHX6I/AAAAAAAAETM/yf6tcqpKCFY/s1600-h/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573773878648738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6DpwHX6I/AAAAAAAAETM/yf6tcqpKCFY/s320/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm pretty sure there was a "good helper?" right before or after this picture was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6DMyXVSI/AAAAAAAAETE/TDs3X39i-6Q/s1600-h/DSC05178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573766103455010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6DMyXVSI/AAAAAAAAETE/TDs3X39i-6Q/s320/DSC05178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They let him think he was helping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6CwiZ6zI/AAAAAAAAES8/GrUXd703JrI/s1600-h/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573758520322866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6CwiZ6zI/AAAAAAAAES8/GrUXd703JrI/s320/DSC05180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Longer than they wanted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6CjWWZpI/AAAAAAAAES0/cqZU6Z4l-ag/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573754980099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6CjWWZpI/AAAAAAAAES0/cqZU6Z4l-ag/s320/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the one who's content with Play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doh&lt;/span&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday night Mom and Dad came over to help us put the new crib together. (That's the third crib in this house, for those of you who are counting.) Camden always touts himself as the "good helper", and Tuesday was no different. He's perfectly content as long as he's allowed to be involved. It's when the dad has had enough of his good help that things get ugly. Very, very ugly. But it's cute for a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3568949771935970651?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3568949771935970651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3568949771935970651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3568949771935970651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3568949771935970651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-good-helper.html' title='Our &quot;good helper&quot;'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn6D0n6xeI/AAAAAAAAETU/NW0BzlnMoXk/s72-c/DSC05188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-9156537389851204279</id><published>2009-05-24T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:43:29.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16 Months, Landry Lou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2bbEEfRI/AAAAAAAAESs/qW_nmmIwoN0/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339569784206163218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2bbEEfRI/AAAAAAAAESs/qW_nmmIwoN0/s320/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2bLGHwbI/AAAAAAAAESk/9_JCrR9qLDI/s1600-h/DSC05216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339569779919798706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2bLGHwbI/AAAAAAAAESk/9_JCrR9qLDI/s320/DSC05216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2a_bA7cI/AAAAAAAAESc/T78WL6M3OZs/s1600-h/DSC05217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339569776786206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2a_bA7cI/AAAAAAAAESc/T78WL6M3OZs/s320/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry turned 16 months old this morning. It's really crazy how fast time flies. She's as sweet as she can be . . . until you piss her off. Then you better watch out! She's very quick to try to knock your block off when she gets mad, and isn't afraid to fight for a toy, etc., if she thinks she's the rightful owner of it. She's still our best eater by far, and isn't scared to try anything at least once. She still won't eat fresh fruit, though she'll eat dried fruit and applesauce like it's going out of style.  She's been in the habit of waking up at 6:20something every morning.  That's getting old, but I guess we shouldn't complain since she goes down around 7 every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 16 months, Baby Girl!  We love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-9156537389851204279?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9156537389851204279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=9156537389851204279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/9156537389851204279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/9156537389851204279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-16-months-landry-lou.html' title='Happy 16 Months, Landry Lou!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Shn2bbEEfRI/AAAAAAAAESs/qW_nmmIwoN0/s72-c/DSC05214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5047744009309164719</id><published>2009-05-23T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:23:32.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think this is the longest I've ever gone without updating this thing. I would have divorced it by now if I were y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not too much to report here, except that the bed rest was officially lifted on Monday. I had pretty much taken myself off of it about a week and a half earlier though. Breaking the rules! Breaking the rules! My doctor also took me off of the magnesium and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brethine&lt;/span&gt; I was taking to slow the contractions. I was still at 2 cm and 30% effaced on Monday. That makes about 3 weeks of no change. The contractions picked back up almost immediately, and I'm having some pretty good ones at night. I'll go back on Tuesday and see if there's been any progress. Assuming I'm still progressing, we're scheduled for an induction on June 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kids are doing great, after a bad bout with Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease. That's some bad stuff. They were miserable for several days, and their moods certainly reflected it. Fortunately they had it at the same time. I'd like to block out those 5 days. They were really, really bad days. But they're all better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We found Landry on the dining room table twice this morning. She's enjoying climbing into the chairs entirely too much. She's a little dare devil for sure. She's talking more and more, although much of her vocabulary is still hard to understand. She's been crazy with the "hold me" since I've gotten off bed rest. Although I was a rule breaker, I really tried not to pick either of the kids up unless it was absolutely necessary. Now that I'm able to pick her up and carry her around again she thinks I need to ALL DAY LONG. I guess maybe she senses what's coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden is still a big goof ball. He wakes up in the morning and starts singing just about every day. This morning it was "Low Rider". The number of songs the kid can sing all by himself is ridiculous! He can repeat almost anything we ask him to. The other day I had him saying "that aggravates the fire out of me", after he continued to unfold the laundry as I was folding it. He comes up with some pretty funny stuff on his own though. He likes to kiss and rub my belly and say "baby", but I'm pretty sure he has no idea what it's all about. He also thinks Blake has a baby in his belly, if that tells you anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We finally had new floors put down in the baby's room and had almost the entire bottom floor of the house repainted. It's looking pretty good in here, if I do say so myself. We still need to find a rocking chair for the baby's room and get the camera for the video monitor hung, but for the most part it's ready for it's unnamed occupant. I still need to paint something for his wall, too. I haven't been inspired or motivated to do much lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have lots of photos to upload, but they'll have to make it from the camera to my laptop first. One of these days, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you're all doing well. I'll try to get more stuff on here soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5047744009309164719?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5047744009309164719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5047744009309164719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5047744009309164719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5047744009309164719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-to-update.html' title='Just to update'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8261621609009456606</id><published>2009-05-01T13:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:44:09.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's 15 month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBGLtK0kI/AAAAAAAAESU/vQpXRz-6NVQ/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330926158400377410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBGLtK0kI/AAAAAAAAESU/vQpXRz-6NVQ/s320/DSCN0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBF102w0I/AAAAAAAAESM/NBBZR84gjw0/s1600-h/DSCN0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330926152527037250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBF102w0I/AAAAAAAAESM/NBBZR84gjw0/s320/DSCN0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBFw78l7I/AAAAAAAAESE/mJdyCjlvqSc/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330926151214602162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBFw78l7I/AAAAAAAAESE/mJdyCjlvqSc/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry went for her 15 month check up today. I broke the bed rest rules and went with Blake so we could discuss the potential problems with Trouble Rainey. And no, I don't want to hear any griping from anyone about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry got three yucky shots and pitched a big ol' fit while she got them, but recovered very quickly. She weighs 23.5 pounds (60th percentile) and is 31.5 inches tall (80th percentile). We're always glad when one of our kids makes it past the 50th percentile in height! (I think we may have some underlying issues with this.) Her head circumference was 18.125. She's already passed the word requirement they set for 18 months, so unless something comes up that concerns us about her development she won't have to go back for another well baby check until her second birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we predicted, she's doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been meaning to document her vocabulary (for my own purposes), so here's my attempt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cookie (tookie, or something similar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cracker (cackoo, I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye-bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Night-night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No-no (while waving her finger at you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puppy (sometimes she says it correctly and sometimes it comes out "buppy")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you (tantoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More (mo-mo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Milk (also mo-mo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hungry (hawnee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hold me (hoe me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are more, but my brain needs a nap. I'll update as I think of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8261621609009456606?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8261621609009456606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8261621609009456606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8261621609009456606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8261621609009456606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/landrys-15-month-stats.html' title='Landry&apos;s 15 month stats'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SftBGLtK0kI/AAAAAAAAESU/vQpXRz-6NVQ/s72-c/DSCN0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4749790114938132121</id><published>2009-04-30T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:05:55.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Blake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670140902592498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYQANHz_I/AAAAAAAAERk/S0ivp_49SfU/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670151011545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYQl3SM4I/AAAAAAAAERs/5T6iA7O-W_Y/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYRUXw_FI/AAAAAAAAER8/tICMQg4CMOk/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670163495812178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYRUXw_FI/AAAAAAAAER8/tICMQg4CMOk/s320/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYRL7cndI/AAAAAAAAER0/AUgjmm5S-Co/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670161229553106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYRL7cndI/AAAAAAAAER0/AUgjmm5S-Co/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday to the sweetest husband and father on the planet! We are so thankful for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We celebrated with Blake's side of the family last night. The kids and I made his birthday cards this year since I don't get out of the house much. He really liked him, so I think that will probably become a birthday tradition around here. We had steak and taters, and yummy chocolate cake, which the kids thoroughly enjoyed.  Many thanks to Nana for providing all of the goodies to make the celebration wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4749790114938132121?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4749790114938132121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4749790114938132121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4749790114938132121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4749790114938132121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-blake.html' title='Happy Birthday, Blake!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfpYQANHz_I/AAAAAAAAERk/S0ivp_49SfU/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6762873674874037351</id><published>2009-04-26T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:37:58.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfSbNDJacgI/AAAAAAAAERU/AE1RAA1M6SE/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329054907571532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfSbNDJacgI/AAAAAAAAERU/AE1RAA1M6SE/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfSbNK4lybI/AAAAAAAAERM/YR7U-RYQTD0/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329054909648456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfSbNK4lybI/AAAAAAAAERM/YR7U-RYQTD0/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not quite fully awake, but smiling nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6762873674874037351?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6762873674874037351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6762873674874037351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6762873674874037351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6762873674874037351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-cute.html' title='Too cute'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfSbNDJacgI/AAAAAAAAERU/AE1RAA1M6SE/s72-c/DSC01195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6481045304151444690</id><published>2009-04-25T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:04:35.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody turned 15 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfMJsG0kqdI/AAAAAAAAERE/pBBjey2wUOU/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328613437459442130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfMJsG0kqdI/AAAAAAAAERE/pBBjey2wUOU/s320/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry turned 15 months old yesterday. She's been learning lots of new things lately. She requently yells out "woof woof buppy" when she hears the dogs barking. There are many other things she's saying pretty well, but my brain isn't capable of thinking properly right now, so I'll need to work on her list of words and document them later. She's getting the hang of running, although it doesn't always end well. We've had several encounters with doors and door jams lately. She loves to torment Camden when he's sitting in Daddy's chair watching one of his movies. She walks up and starts jacking with his feet and the fighting commences. She's not as content to sit back and let him rob her of whatever she's playing with much these days. She's begun to put up a hefty fight if it's something she really wants to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There have been many suggestions that we cut her bangs (Mom!), but the goal is to let them grow out so she doesn't have a full-blown baby mullet. She refuses to keep a clip or ponytail holder in, but we'll keep working with her. I think she likes her hair in her face.  Maybe one day we'll get it under control.  Regardless, we think she's prettier every day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6481045304151444690?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6481045304151444690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6481045304151444690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6481045304151444690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6481045304151444690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/somebody-turned-15-months.html' title='Somebody turned 15 months!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SfMJsG0kqdI/AAAAAAAAERE/pBBjey2wUOU/s72-c/DSC01092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1422157727804504935</id><published>2009-04-20T14:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:15:43.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SezSNcrPE4I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/VG9dHtuqWaw/s1600-h/3D+4-20-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326863587750122370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SezSNcrPE4I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/VG9dHtuqWaw/s320/3D+4-20-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the greatest picture, I know. I took a picture of the 3D ultrasound picture with my phone so I could email it to Blake, and it's all I've got to offer you guys since our scanner is in a closet somewhere. We saw some pretty freaky stuff on the 3D ultrasound today. He had the hiccups and kept opening and closing his mouth in all sorts of scary ways, and also kept opening his eyes, which I was not a fan of at all. Still kind of creeps me out just thinking about it. It was neat to watch in real time though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom took me to see Dr. Pineda this morning, as Blake is spending the week in Florida &lt;em&gt;on business&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, it really is business, he'll just get to have a little fun while he's down there. And since fun is something I'm definitely short on these days, I'm a lot jealous and a little bitter about it! But anyway, back to the story. Dr. P checked me and I'm almost 2 cm dilated. I've been a little bit dilated for the past 2 weeks, but today was enough to make it onto the charts. My cervix is still about 25-30% effaced, which is the same that it's been for the past week. He didn't seem very concerned with the dilation. The baby is still very high and my cervix hasn't softened any more. We'll go back on Thursday and see if there's any change at that point. If there is, I'm probably going to start freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw the techs at the specialist's office after the visit with Dr. P. Things look almost identical to last week with the baby's kidneys (3.5 cm and 8-9 cm) and my amniotic fluid level (22 cm). He performed nicely on for the monitors and we got out of there a good bit quicker than the last several times. Apparently bananas get him moving pretty well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's all I know for now. We've got appointments with painters and flooring folks lined up to get his room (and other parts of the house) completed before he gets here. He has bedding and should have furniture in another week or so. Now if we can just find him a name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1422157727804504935?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1422157727804504935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1422157727804504935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1422157727804504935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1422157727804504935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/32-weeks.html' title='32 Weeks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SezSNcrPE4I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/VG9dHtuqWaw/s72-c/3D+4-20-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6984790077174917659</id><published>2009-04-14T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:58:47.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter lunch/Libby's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday afternoon my family came over for Easter lunch and to celebrate Libby's birthday.  (She turns 13 on the 16th.)  It was a nice break in the bed rest.  I did stay off my feet, but got to actually get dressed, put make-up on and sit at the table for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbJZFOi_I/AAAAAAAAEQw/nJAyB3HJNIg/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621613856885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbJZFOi_I/AAAAAAAAEQw/nJAyB3HJNIg/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out her candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbJNLOsVI/AAAAAAAAEQo/LMY4fUewt78/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621610660835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbJNLOsVI/AAAAAAAAEQo/LMY4fUewt78/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry grinning at Pop.  This was right before she started wiping off his bald head with a baby wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbI9YlXOI/AAAAAAAAEQg/1vLAsr7fFuk/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621606421880034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbI9YlXOI/AAAAAAAAEQg/1vLAsr7fFuk/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden could not manage to keep his finger out of the icing.  Luckily Libby was quite a sport about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbIi2IgeI/AAAAAAAAEQY/mKgwkOCUdXU/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621599298060770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbIi2IgeI/AAAAAAAAEQY/mKgwkOCUdXU/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby and Pop surrounded by boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbIahIzmI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/8X6xsWv-wJM/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621597062516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbIahIzmI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/8X6xsWv-wJM/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddos digging through the huge Easter basket Pop and Dee brought them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And the only picture I made it into.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6984790077174917659?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6984790077174917659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6984790077174917659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6984790077174917659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6984790077174917659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-lunchlibbys-birthday.html' title='Easter lunch/Libby&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTbJZFOi_I/AAAAAAAAEQw/nJAyB3HJNIg/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4786535206247437612</id><published>2009-04-14T13:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:36:58.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Easter morning went over about as well as Christmas did in our house. The kids looked in their baskets, played with the toys, ate a little candy and then moved on to other things. No one would keep the bunny ears on and wouldn't dare actually look at the camera as I yelled their names from the couch. Camden's favorite thing was the Lightning McQueen RC car, but mainly because he used the antenna on the controller as a microphone to sing "Blue Christmas" in. What the heck, right? Landry's favorite thing was by far the paper Easter grass. She had it spread all over the living room and into our bedroom by the time it was all over. They were fun to watch. And if we heard "just one mo' [Hershey's Kiss], pweez" from Camden once, we heard it a hundred times. I can't say I blame him too much though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVt8PbCDI/AAAAAAAAEQI/JJERL6h4bDs/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615644700411954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVt8PbCDI/AAAAAAAAEQI/JJERL6h4bDs/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVthLBjaI/AAAAAAAAEQA/LjZX26Sh_Bg/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615637434207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVthLBjaI/AAAAAAAAEQA/LjZX26Sh_Bg/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVtW5VM3I/AAAAAAAAEP4/h5sW8_lR3LM/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615634675643250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVtW5VM3I/AAAAAAAAEP4/h5sW8_lR3LM/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVtBDk38I/AAAAAAAAEPw/gSuZdHTQCjY/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615628813033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVtBDk38I/AAAAAAAAEPw/gSuZdHTQCjY/s320/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVsyh6Y2I/AAAAAAAAEPo/r0Wpin5fQYo/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615624913740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVsyh6Y2I/AAAAAAAAEPo/r0Wpin5fQYo/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4786535206247437612?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4786535206247437612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4786535206247437612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4786535206247437612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4786535206247437612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-morning.html' title='Easter Morning'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTVt8PbCDI/AAAAAAAAEQI/JJERL6h4bDs/s72-c/DSC01011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6818559158301291459</id><published>2009-04-14T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:16:33.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander Annual Easter Egg Contest pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blake and the kids went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAEC&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday at Aunt Beth and Uncle Bill's house.  Here are some pictures from their day.  Blogger is crazy slow with the uploading today.  Otherwise there would have been many, many more pictures posted.  They're also out of order, but sometimes Blogger uploads in order and other times it decides backwards is better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6yokSjI/AAAAAAAAEPg/6HicQq5-haI/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610367901682226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6yokSjI/AAAAAAAAEPg/6HicQq5-haI/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like Landry found a rather large egg that strongly resembles a football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6p4vQQI/AAAAAAAAEPY/cecgOjuaDhw/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610365553590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6p4vQQI/AAAAAAAAEPY/cecgOjuaDhw/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry getting a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' from Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beeeeeel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6Xf2d8I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/PpdHXXdQkuI/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610360617367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6Xf2d8I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/PpdHXXdQkuI/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry and Cousin Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6M5_WQI/AAAAAAAAEPI/-C6Sqpu59DU/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610357774211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6M5_WQI/AAAAAAAAEPI/-C6Sqpu59DU/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry loves to kiss dogs.  I'm not sure exactly how Ella felt about it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610352875944466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ56qJuhI/AAAAAAAAEPA/HOjgYvaKIVY/s320/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A funny, funny moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNMbuXa8I/AAAAAAAAEO4/4wJN7Yj2vgc/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606272943123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNMbuXa8I/AAAAAAAAEO4/4wJN7Yj2vgc/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry trying her hand at decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNMAXRHyI/AAAAAAAAEOw/C8A9uJhW65Q/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606265598484258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNMAXRHyI/AAAAAAAAEOw/C8A9uJhW65Q/s320/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry must have become bored with all the decorating.  Not sure what happened to Uncle Bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNL8mQ36I/AAAAAAAAEOo/piESSfd-32o/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606264587640738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNL8mQ36I/AAAAAAAAEOo/piESSfd-32o/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Camden enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNLgKVTTI/AAAAAAAAEOg/QeTKT_3pr2Y/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606256954297650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNLgKVTTI/AAAAAAAAEOg/QeTKT_3pr2Y/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNLYDciQI/AAAAAAAAEOY/NLHrLUVKQ0Y/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324606254777927938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTNLYDciQI/AAAAAAAAEOY/NLHrLUVKQ0Y/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting schooled by Aunt Tara and Peyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6818559158301291459?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6818559158301291459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6818559158301291459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6818559158301291459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6818559158301291459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/alexander-annual-easter-egg-contest.html' title='Alexander Annual Easter Egg Contest pictures'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SeTQ6yokSjI/AAAAAAAAEPg/6HicQq5-haI/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-913419889918447336</id><published>2009-04-14T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:22:12.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks prego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw Dr. Pineda this morning.  My cervix is behaving and the meds are doing a great job of keeping my uterus nice and relaxed.  I'm still having Braxton Hicks contractions, but they've slowed way, way down.  He said my cervix was a little shorter than last week, but at 31 weeks with my third pregnancy he wasn't surprised by it.  He was pleased with the results from the combination of the Brethine, Slow-Mag and bed rest.  I'll see him again on Thursday, just because he wants to monitor me a little closer this week because of the meds.  If everything looks good after that I'll go back to once a week with him.  He did mention 35 weeks again yesterday, so it looks like if my cervix and I can behave until then he'll lighten some of the restrictions at that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw Dr. Groome's ultrasound tech and nurse after the appointment with Dr. Pineda.  Dr. Groome has been out of town for the last 3 or 4 weeks, so it's been quite a while since we've laid eyes on him.  The baby's estimated weight is 3.8 pounds, which is right around the average mark.  One of his kidneys looked excellent - down to 3.5 mm - but the other was larger than it has been before - 9.1 mm.  They said while that obviously wasn't a great finding, that it still wasn't anything to freak out about.  The non-stress test went very well.  I only had one mild contraction while they had me hooked up, which was a vast improvement over last week.  The baby's heart rate was excellent and he was plenty active to make them happy.    We go back on Thursday and will see Dr. Groome and hopefully get some more information about the kidney issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got some additional 3D ultrasound pictures of his little face.  I would scan them and post them, but I'm trying to behave!  He still favors his siblings, but something funky was up with his nose.  It looked rather large in most of the pictures.  I'm hoping that can be explained by shadowing during the ultrasound, or maybe that he had his face squished against something.  Or maybe he just has a big nose.  I guess we'll find out soon enough!  (And again, as usual, he had his little right hand up by his face just taunting me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-913419889918447336?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/913419889918447336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=913419889918447336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/913419889918447336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/913419889918447336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-weeks-prego.html' title='31 weeks prego'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1040998472166762723</id><published>2009-04-09T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:59:18.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30.5 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday I got put on what Dr. Pineda called "strict bed rest" (even though his description didn't actually sound all that strict) after having 7 Braxton Hicks contractions in an hour the night before.  Today I went for my non-stress test at Dr. Groome's office and had 7 contractions in the 45 minutes that I was hooked up to the monitor.  They called Dr. Pineda's office and sent me over after the NST was over.  (I had only had 3 contractions when they called - the other 4 came in the 10 minutes or so that it took them to call and come back in the room.)  We went to Dr. P's office and he put me on two medications to slow the contractions and relax my uterus.  I was also put on the real "strict bed rest" and will go back Monday.  There still isn't any change in my cervix, other than that it's soft.  Monday he will re-examine me and decide whether he thinks I need to be hospitalized or not.  So basically, I'm seriously motivated to behave this time!  The meds are supposed to make me feel crappy, so hopefully it'll be a little easier to lay around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you guys enjoy your Easter weekend!  I'll be sitting out on one family gathering and laying about for another.  But I hope to have lots of good pictures to post of the kids enjoying their weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1040998472166762723?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1040998472166762723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1040998472166762723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1040998472166762723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1040998472166762723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/305-weeks-pregnant.html' title='30.5 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1824979826232837620</id><published>2009-04-05T14:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:48:02.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Rainey day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pop Steve was in town this weekend so Blake loaded up the kiddos and made a trip to the farm. Here are a few pictures from their day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHL3Bd9mI/AAAAAAAAEOI/WluC8lU4jEc/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292335045015138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHL3Bd9mI/AAAAAAAAEOI/WluC8lU4jEc/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Pop Steve took a few four-wheeler rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHLUak_7I/AAAAAAAAEOA/cunmCH_31vk/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292325755092914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHLUak_7I/AAAAAAAAEOA/cunmCH_31vk/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry did a little swinging with Aunt Victoria.  (or as Camden calls her "big tortilla".  it's funny what little ears hear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHLA2lvUI/AAAAAAAAEN4/58Qsqko3r1Q/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292320503872834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHLA2lvUI/AAAAAAAAEN4/58Qsqko3r1Q/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHKmKhjXI/AAAAAAAAENw/7Us2aZ6eOmg/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292313339727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHKmKhjXI/AAAAAAAAENw/7Us2aZ6eOmg/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handsome happy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHKntKTDI/AAAAAAAAENo/n-2a-I1JJRE/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292313753439282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHKntKTDI/AAAAAAAAENo/n-2a-I1JJRE/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd LOVE to know what the inside joke was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321293281207384418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkIC7wJ-WI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/oyIs7N8Gka0/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1824979826232837620?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1824979826232837620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1824979826232837620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1824979826232837620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1824979826232837620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-rainey-day.html' title='A very Rainey day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdkHL3Bd9mI/AAAAAAAAEOI/WluC8lU4jEc/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3402834256777000119</id><published>2009-03-31T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:49:41.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound and Non-Stress Test (NST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had another ultrasound and NST today. The baby had the hiccups when they first started the u/s, so we had to wait a few minutes for him to get rid of them before getting started with the measurements. His kidneys are still dilated, but last week they were 6 and 7 mm and today they were only 5. That's good news. My amniotic fluid was measuring right at 22, and last week it was 21.6. She said that small of an amount could probably be explained as a discrepancy in measurements based on the baby's movements. So it looks like it hasn't increased any. He had his right hand over his face during the entire ultrasound. I don't know what the deal is with my kids and their hands near their faces, but let's hope he doesn't try to make his appearance like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The NST went well. His heart rate is good (at 133 beats per minute during the u/s) and he moves around JUST fine. I apparently had a good Braxton-Hicks contraction while they were monitoring me. I have them so frequently that I don't pay a lot of attention. The nurse asked if I was on any medication for contractions. I don't know if that will become an issue or not, but I'm sure hoping it doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While this certainly doesn't mean we're out of the woods, it is nice to see that the kidneys look better and the amniotic fluid issue hasn't gotten worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll go back Friday at 10:30 for another NST and keep you guys posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**** Oh, and I'm 29 weeks pregnant this week, not 28.  Somehow I got confused along the way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3402834256777000119?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3402834256777000119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3402834256777000119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3402834256777000119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3402834256777000119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultrasound-and-non-stress-test-nst.html' title='Ultrasound and Non-Stress Test (NST)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8153769520700960577</id><published>2009-03-29T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:26:43.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st "kids say the darndest things" moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdAqSBw2t-I/AAAAAAAAENc/URRsE7_sIps/s1600-h/Orphan+Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdAosqBtiYI/AAAAAAAAENU/jeTHu7FF6C0/s1600-h/ronald_mcdonald_jumping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795907585378690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdAosqBtiYI/AAAAAAAAENU/jeTHu7FF6C0/s320/ronald_mcdonald_jumping1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We walked into Wendy's today for our fancy Sunday afternoon lunch and there was a kid hanging out by the door who had a curly red fro. I giggled, turned around and said "looks like Ronald McDonald" to Blake. We went about our business of getting the kids settled and ordering. We weren't paying any attention, but the Ronald McDonald kid and his parents walked out the door. Right at that moment Camden yelled out "bye bye Annie!"  Blake and I about fell out of our chairs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8153769520700960577?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8153769520700960577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8153769520700960577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8153769520700960577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8153769520700960577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-1st-kids-say-darndest-things-moment.html' title='Our 1st &quot;kids say the darndest things&quot; moment'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SdAosqBtiYI/AAAAAAAAENU/jeTHu7FF6C0/s72-c/ronald_mcdonald_jumping1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2732620224206456115</id><published>2009-03-29T15:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:57:55.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Norton Art Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_eiDJyLwI/AAAAAAAAENM/j9BYp-RTokI/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318714361491107586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_eiDJyLwI/AAAAAAAAENM/j9BYp-RTokI/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_eh3Utr-I/AAAAAAAAENE/Ih6W9dm2KhE/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318714358315724770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_eh3Utr-I/AAAAAAAAENE/Ih6W9dm2KhE/s320/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_ehLGck6I/AAAAAAAAEM8/DBLFqsKsecU/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318714346444723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_ehLGck6I/AAAAAAAAEM8/DBLFqsKsecU/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cVAL9D8I/AAAAAAAAEM0/KWwryUGPypw/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318711938333347778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cVAL9D8I/AAAAAAAAEM0/KWwryUGPypw/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUtsPFFI/AAAAAAAAEMs/pPlzOA3dcq0/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318711933368472658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUtsPFFI/AAAAAAAAEMs/pPlzOA3dcq0/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUWzrUtI/AAAAAAAAEMk/UwC_y2U-5JQ/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318711927225668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUWzrUtI/AAAAAAAAEMk/UwC_y2U-5JQ/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUGpLffI/AAAAAAAAEMc/T_Zf7e4DK60/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318711922886671858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cUGpLffI/AAAAAAAAEMc/T_Zf7e4DK60/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cTtBZAWI/AAAAAAAAEMU/9MW0G4kNa1o/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318711916008898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_cTtBZAWI/AAAAAAAAEMU/9MW0G4kNa1o/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Norton Art Gallery today to try and get some decent pictures while the azaleas are still in full bloom. We got a few good shots, but most of what I captured are pictures of Camden as he was running and/or walking away from me. He was entirely too preoccupied with the leaves and sticks and flowers to pay attention to what I was asking him to do. Landry didn't run away from the camera, she just refused to look at it. Three will be even more fun, am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you to my friends (and one or two family members) who continue to tell me how good I look, but I now have evidence that you are all full of bologna! And it's pretty indisputable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you are all enjoying your Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2732620224206456115?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2732620224206456115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2732620224206456115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2732620224206456115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2732620224206456115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/norton-art-gallery.html' title='Norton Art Gallery'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_eiDJyLwI/AAAAAAAAENM/j9BYp-RTokI/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6811508222278688435</id><published>2009-03-28T22:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:13:03.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very belated happy 13 and 14 months to Landry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_U79F3htI/AAAAAAAAEMM/JC2s4tvfIsU/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318703811424388818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_U79F3htI/AAAAAAAAEMM/JC2s4tvfIsU/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. I'm a terrible mom! It looks like I completely missed Landry's 13 month day and missed her 14 month day by 4 whole days. Poor middle child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's trying her best to make words, but it doesn't usually work very well. She has "bite" down pretty well, and tries to say "ball", "balloon", "tickle", "night night" and a few other things that don't come to mind right now. She's walking everywhere she goes, but still looks pretty unstable. It seems like after Camden started walking he just took off, while she still seems a little skeptical about the process. She figured out how to unhook the cabinet locks, and of course her favorite is the trash cabinet. She kindly taught her brother how to open them as well. Blake finally replaced the locks with fancier locks that require a magnet to open, so until they grow to about 5' 2" and can reach the magnet we should be safe. The bar stool in front of the trash cabinet was working well, but I'm not able to squeeze myself and baby between the cabinet and the island anymore, so the new locks were a necessity. We tried to take her pacifier away when we put her down one night last week, and that went over like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;turd&lt;/span&gt; in a punch bowl. I didn't make it five minutes before I made Blake go in and give her one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pacifiers&lt;/span&gt;. She only takes them at night and nap time, so we figure a little while longer probably won't hurt, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6811508222278688435?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6811508222278688435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6811508222278688435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6811508222278688435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6811508222278688435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-belated-happy-13-and-14-months-to.html' title='A very belated happy 13 and 14 months to Landry!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sc_U79F3htI/AAAAAAAAEMM/JC2s4tvfIsU/s72-c/DSC00735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5196993830190097273</id><published>2009-03-26T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:48:18.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27.5 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScwqMLcZW-I/AAAAAAAAELs/3ZhURAKcXyw/s1600-h/3D+-+baby+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317671648736402402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScwqMLcZW-I/AAAAAAAAELs/3ZhURAKcXyw/s320/3D+-+baby+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our follow-up with the maternal fetal medicine specialist today, so I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and knock out the glucose tolerance test for gestational diabetes since I had to be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WKSouth&lt;/span&gt; anyway. It turns out that wasn't the best idea I've ever had. When you're faced with the possibility of not-so-good news (because they can't tell you anything bad quickly), it's probably better to have at least a little bit of food in you. I thought I might have time to grab some fries or something between the lab work and the appointment with the specialist, but no such luck. So we get to the specialist's office and wait in the waiting room for a solid hour past our appointment time. Do you know how much food I could have consumed in that hour? Most of you would probably be embarrassed to know what all I could have shoved in my mouth in that amount of time. Anyway, we get back to the examination room and the tech does her deal. The kidneys are still dilated, with the right measuring 6 mm and the left measuring 7. They still describe this as &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; dilated. As she's wrapping up, the nurse starts to walk out the door and the ultrasound tech says "something, something, she's got Polly". Now, I don't know exactly who Polly is, but here I am thinking that she's down the hall and another nurse is with her. Not so much. When the doctor comes in they discuss the fact that &lt;em&gt;I've&lt;/em&gt; got poly - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polyhydramnios&lt;/span&gt; - which is an increase in amniotic fluid. Sounds potentially scary, right? The tech later explains that the upper limit of normal is 20 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ccs&lt;/span&gt;, I guess - not sure of the measurement) and mine is measuring 21.something, and that it's not uncommon for it to be in the normal range on future ultrasound. So now we've got &lt;em&gt;slightly &lt;/em&gt;dilated kidneys and &lt;em&gt;slightly &lt;/em&gt;increased amniotic fluid. So I'm &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; worried at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor goes over the possibilities, but starts with something to the effect of: there's no structural explanation for the dilated kidneys or increased fluid, and his experience is that in 99.9% of the cases where they see no structural explanation for the findings, they deliver a healthy baby. There's a possibility that the baby has issues swallowing, which would explain the increased fluid. There's the possibility that I have gestational diabetes, which could explain the increased fluid (although we should know tomorrow whether this is the case or not). There's the possibility that he's not urinating properly, therefore he's not swallowing as much fluid . . . I think the possibilities are endless. He offered us an amniocentesis to rule out a chromosomal disorder, which we again declined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a non-stress test today, which I guess I passed. The nurse came in to check the print out and asked me if I was experiencing any tightness or discomfort. I explained to her that I had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;-Hicks contractions, and she relayed it to the doctor, which must have satisfied him for the time being. There for a minute I thought they were going to put me on bed rest. Because that would be my luck, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The verdict: I have to go in twice a week for non-stress tests and ultrasounds until a) he decides there's no reason to keep going, or b) I have the baby. What the hell they think that will accomplish is beyond me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty angry about all of this, because in my heart of hearts I don't think there's anything wrong with my baby, but with all this freaking information flying around I can't help but second guess my gut. I'm mad that Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pineda&lt;/span&gt; had trouble finding the heart rate that day back in December, because if he hadn't had that issue we wouldn't be sitting where we are now. I realize that means there's a chance we could be oblivious to a problem until his birth, but I'm wondering if it might be better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that's it, in a very long nutshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s.  They said he weighed 2 pounds, 5 ounces today.  And he really does have arms, contrary to what a couple of those pictures seem to show.  The tech was pushing pretty hard on my belly trying to get him to rotate, and it distorted the picture to where it looks like his arm just stops.  In another couple of shots that I didn't scan he has his RIGHT hand in front of his face.  Seems he's taking pointers from his big brother already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5196993830190097273?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5196993830190097273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5196993830190097273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5196993830190097273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5196993830190097273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/275-weeks-pregnant.html' title='27.5 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScwqMLcZW-I/AAAAAAAAELs/3ZhURAKcXyw/s72-c/3D+-+baby+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4058572200898162331</id><published>2009-03-23T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:55:41.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>River rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent Sunday at Caddo. It was a beautiful day for it. Landry enjoyed her first boat ride, but wasn't happy at all when I put her in Blake's lap to "drive". Conversely, Camden wasn't very happy unless he was driving. It got pretty ridiculous at times. Fortunately, Nana and Chappy joined us so we had two extra sets of hands to tackle him with.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the future we'll have to send Blake up the day before to unload all the kiddy paraphernalia and wipe down the outdoor living areas so we can be ready to enjoy ourselves when we get there. It's lots of work trying to get the place tidy enough for kids to wallow around on while they're present - especially with all the tree pollen that's lying around right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks, Alexanders, for letting us enjoy the camp once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfmmC_98uI/AAAAAAAAELk/tYCKnOfmnjM/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316471426448749282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfmmC_98uI/AAAAAAAAELk/tYCKnOfmnjM/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316466251161661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Scfh4zjX8EI/AAAAAAAAELU/HI86QbE3Z4k/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Scfh4QLUUWI/AAAAAAAAELM/mgZrHLbRBjo/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316466241665519970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfdZvAgUCI/AAAAAAAAEK0/oTHKIgljkb8/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfdY1f1_xI/AAAAAAAAEKs/2dpyj0RkxdQ/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316461303881400082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfdY1f1_xI/AAAAAAAAEKs/2dpyj0RkxdQ/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfdYRA8JrI/AAAAAAAAEKk/WOE_VWAXWng/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316461294088103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfdYRA8JrI/AAAAAAAAEKk/WOE_VWAXWng/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4058572200898162331?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4058572200898162331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4058572200898162331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4058572200898162331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4058572200898162331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/river-rats.html' title='River rats'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScfmmC_98uI/AAAAAAAAELk/tYCKnOfmnjM/s72-c/DSC00631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2699990062783689078</id><published>2009-03-18T21:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:02:52.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For your viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;!  I've been trying to upload new photos to this stupid thing since Tuesday night.  I finally figured out that it just was not going to let me upload five photos at a time.  I tried and tried and tried, though.  Here are a few pictures from the past week or so, uploaded two or three at a time with love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJleuNDi0I/AAAAAAAAEKc/Fs6d3SBr8S4/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314922088723876674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJleuNDi0I/AAAAAAAAEKc/Fs6d3SBr8S4/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine and Camden are enjoying all sorts of new and fun activities while Landry naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJld_cI8JI/AAAAAAAAEKU/Icwm3lES-qU/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314922076170678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJld_cI8JI/AAAAAAAAEKU/Icwm3lES-qU/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are finger paints, but he doesn't like the paint actually touching his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shingers&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJldjQwZHI/AAAAAAAAEKM/ivvPAyMTbwo/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314922068606739570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJldjQwZHI/AAAAAAAAEKM/ivvPAyMTbwo/s320/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden and his beer and popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJlck_qDrI/AAAAAAAAEKE/ld4MCYxye0s/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314922051892022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJlck_qDrI/AAAAAAAAEKE/ld4MCYxye0s/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chill out people!  It's only water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJfYmClgxI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/lMwQT9UrBHk/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314915386383500050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJfYmClgxI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/lMwQT9UrBHk/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and his girls.  We had the Millers over and learned that three kids will fit in the Learning Tower without collapsing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJfXc_mq1I/AAAAAAAAEJs/fZo2tFMbbIw/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314915366775204690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJfXc_mq1I/AAAAAAAAEJs/fZo2tFMbbIw/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry quickly figured out what t-ball was all about.   But it's not so much fun when Camden runs up swinging the bat while she's still holding the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJcAUkzLFI/AAAAAAAAEJk/mrUyP2HSZd8/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911670843419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJcAUkzLFI/AAAAAAAAEJk/mrUyP2HSZd8/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found Landry in our bedroom laughing her rear off the other day.  She and Miller were playing fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJcAKyjMzI/AAAAAAAAEJc/aXBZJl7E8B8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911668216738610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJcAKyjMzI/AAAAAAAAEJc/aXBZJl7E8B8/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJb_10LjeI/AAAAAAAAEJU/EIArn4SA4jU/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911662586432994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJb_10LjeI/AAAAAAAAEJU/EIArn4SA4jU/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teething, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJZdeecyqI/AAAAAAAAEJM/_dpNd757oZw/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908873182464674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJZdeecyqI/AAAAAAAAEJM/_dpNd757oZw/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He hasn't quite figured out where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;batter's&lt;/span&gt; box is yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJZcWv67oI/AAAAAAAAEJE/jfRKsJbLGuE/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908853928390274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJZcWv67oI/AAAAAAAAEJE/jfRKsJbLGuE/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is often quite a bit of congestion on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr2ML-bnI/AAAAAAAAEI0/m40fHQUgpNE/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314717982746635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr2ML-bnI/AAAAAAAAEI0/m40fHQUgpNE/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty blue eyes. (Ignore the snot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr1wmlGSI/AAAAAAAAEIs/Z5qi1g-RgCY/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314717975342029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr1wmlGSI/AAAAAAAAEIs/Z5qi1g-RgCY/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smelling the "showers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr11FbgBI/AAAAAAAAEIk/T5_kkx5VxQk/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314717976545165330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr11FbgBI/AAAAAAAAEIk/T5_kkx5VxQk/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr0z2p_WI/AAAAAAAAEIc/qhlPtnvD5pA/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314717959034895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScGr0z2p_WI/AAAAAAAAEIc/qhlPtnvD5pA/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubbing Daddy's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2699990062783689078?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2699990062783689078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2699990062783689078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2699990062783689078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2699990062783689078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For your viewing pleasure'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/ScJleuNDi0I/AAAAAAAAEKc/Fs6d3SBr8S4/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4766977645118999597</id><published>2009-03-08T15:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:34:02.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had Camden's birthday party today at Gymboree. It was a huge hit. I'm a big fan of trashing somebody else's place and then letting them clean it up! We got home and everyone crashed out in short order. We still haven't opened the gifts and it's about to kill me! Look for pictures of the birthday boy and his gifts soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1IiwZFvI/AAAAAAAAEIU/t4NqoIBEUm0/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310928281461659378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1IiwZFvI/AAAAAAAAEIU/t4NqoIBEUm0/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1IKsZ-QI/AAAAAAAAEIM/KcE2y66EpP4/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310928275002489090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1IKsZ-QI/AAAAAAAAEIM/KcE2y66EpP4/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1Hw9ohQI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Mo5CKXq-owY/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310928268095423746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1Hw9ohQI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Mo5CKXq-owY/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzsqWw9WI/AAAAAAAAEH8/-cgCW7ocLFU/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926702953690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzsqWw9WI/AAAAAAAAEH8/-cgCW7ocLFU/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzsZFXhGI/AAAAAAAAEH0/BHTEIl2Kk7k/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926698317317218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzsZFXhGI/AAAAAAAAEH0/BHTEIl2Kk7k/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzr1UZ4-I/AAAAAAAAEHs/ZyH-_YtNROs/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926688716710882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzr1UZ4-I/AAAAAAAAEHs/ZyH-_YtNROs/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzrhcuWQI/AAAAAAAAEHk/XQ6-pD1HGS0/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926683382896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzrhcuWQI/AAAAAAAAEHk/XQ6-pD1HGS0/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzrNaeFDI/AAAAAAAAEHc/704d5qC-n6c/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926678004732978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQzrNaeFDI/AAAAAAAAEHc/704d5qC-n6c/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4766977645118999597?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4766977645118999597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4766977645118999597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4766977645118999597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4766977645118999597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-party.html' title='The birthday party'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbQ1IiwZFvI/AAAAAAAAEIU/t4NqoIBEUm0/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8705864804482194265</id><published>2009-03-05T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:53:28.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The almost finished product</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play set&lt;/span&gt; from a family in our neighborhood, oh, about 8 months ago.  It sat on a trailer in the backyard until just a few weeks ago when Nana and Chappy started fixing it up for Camden's birthday.  They have done a jam up job getting it ready for the kids to play on.  The only thing left to do is to add one more set of swing hooks and for Blake to stain it.  We're going to give it a good workout this weekend when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Giovengos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schoonovers&lt;/span&gt; come over to play.  Thanks, Nana and Chappy for all your hard work!  We all love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbV-bk1tI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/aDZfUNf8vGY/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309914762508031698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbV-bk1tI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/aDZfUNf8vGY/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbVVXbrxI/AAAAAAAAEHI/10mtwhUCoXc/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309914751484800786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbVVXbrxI/AAAAAAAAEHI/10mtwhUCoXc/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbVPXpoII/AAAAAAAAEHA/e0yk1CMQoSw/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309914749875101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbVPXpoII/AAAAAAAAEHA/e0yk1CMQoSw/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8705864804482194265?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8705864804482194265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8705864804482194265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8705864804482194265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8705864804482194265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-finished-product.html' title='The almost finished product'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SbCbV-bk1tI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/aDZfUNf8vGY/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6330986408182426397</id><published>2009-03-03T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:31:50.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camden's 2 year check up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sa3Zpay9ccI/AAAAAAAAEG4/l8paFmBGS2w/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138841330610626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sa3Zpay9ccI/AAAAAAAAEG4/l8paFmBGS2w/s320/DSC05683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 35 inches (66th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 31 pounds (80th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head: 19.5 inches (75th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr. Scott was impressed with the five-word sentences Camden was spouting off, and said he should have a vocabulary of 100 understandable words by the age of 3. I think we're probably already there, but I'm not going to do any counting to find out. Health-wise and developmentally he's doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And besides us paying for waking him up prematurely from his nap this evening, today has been MUCH better than yesterday. Thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6330986408182426397?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6330986408182426397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6330986408182426397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6330986408182426397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6330986408182426397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/camdens-2-year-check-up.html' title='Camden&apos;s 2 year check up'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sa3Zpay9ccI/AAAAAAAAEG4/l8paFmBGS2w/s72-c/DSC05683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6517478249126791914</id><published>2009-03-02T20:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:40:01.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible and Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh my. What a day this has been! I guess we've seen it coming, but Camden decided today of all days to debut his terrible two behavior. There were moments of rationality, but for the most part today was the worst day the little guy has had. He was very testy and would pitch a big, fat fit at the drop of a hat if he didn't get his way. And obviously he didn't get his way much today because he spent a lot of time pitching fits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was awful, I guess we'll keep him and try to focus on the good parts: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, as he sat on the potty, he actually pee-peed a little. In the toilet. Pretty exciting, right?  He asked to sit on the potty a couple of times today, but was only interested in toilet paper and flushing.  It's progress, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today he sang the alphabet all the way to the letter P, only missing a couple of letters, and counted to ten like a pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He spent a good while actually paying attention to Christine (our mommy's helper) while she went over colors with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We made birthday cupcakes, and after he threw a fit when the electric mixing part was over we had a glorious time making a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had dinner with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Giovengos&lt;/span&gt;, which was probably the longest period without a major meltdown. I guess we should at least be proud that he controlled himself in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had him repeating "Don't be bad" this afternoon, and somehow he turned it into "be be bad" by the end of the day. I guess he knew better than I did how the day would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In spite of all these things I'm bitching and moaning about, he's still amazingly bright and generally a joy to be around. We love him very much, even when we feel like shaking him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308782904070255634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV7JLGNBI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/vMhjypRfVGs/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308782914236172514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV7vC1yOI/AAAAAAAAEGY/T_g_VC45hGs/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV70M7heI/AAAAAAAAEGg/OoGLUK-_wzo/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308782915620668898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV70M7heI/AAAAAAAAEGg/OoGLUK-_wzo/s320/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camden did not like this at all: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV6mX3cdI/AAAAAAAAEGI/FOK2XtpUx_w/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308782894728573394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV6mX3cdI/AAAAAAAAEGI/FOK2XtpUx_w/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySDKuCPiI/AAAAAAAAEF4/9y0OpUFrIDg/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778643877674530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySDKuCPiI/AAAAAAAAEF4/9y0OpUFrIDg/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCy_H32I/AAAAAAAAEFw/_m6JszrnRqg/s1600-h/3-2-09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778637506895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCy_H32I/AAAAAAAAEFw/_m6JszrnRqg/s320/3-2-09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCuwkUoI/AAAAAAAAEFo/FMfeeVulmbk/s1600-h/3-2-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778636372103810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCuwkUoI/AAAAAAAAEFo/FMfeeVulmbk/s320/3-2-09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCNp2bOI/AAAAAAAAEFY/TibxT-0BOTM/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778627485560034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCNp2bOI/AAAAAAAAEFY/TibxT-0BOTM/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778631262204738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaySCbuRc0I/AAAAAAAAEFg/3SwHGStiw_A/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua enjoyed the cupcakes WAY more than anyone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308784301765641698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayXMf_pReI/AAAAAAAAEGw/bG0qWSatyuQ/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308784293259716290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayXMATrJsI/AAAAAAAAEGo/6U41swTkAws/s320/3-2-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6517478249126791914?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6517478249126791914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6517478249126791914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6517478249126791914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6517478249126791914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/terrible-and-two.html' title='Terrible and Two'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SayV7JLGNBI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/vMhjypRfVGs/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3523355063029611937</id><published>2009-03-02T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:10:06.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday boy and his newest prized possession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He locked in on his "motorcycle" as soon as he rounded the corner with Blake this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1yfCIRvI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LjIPk8d5aSE/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308606833458956018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1yfCIRvI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LjIPk8d5aSE/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as soon as he got a hold of a set of keys he made himself an ignition switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1xzHDeJI/AAAAAAAAEFI/01W628JeMn0/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308606821668452498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1xzHDeJI/AAAAAAAAEFI/01W628JeMn0/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we made a good choice on the birthday gift this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1xeQUZLI/AAAAAAAAEFA/j_ioSWJaxWs/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308606816070165682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1xeQUZLI/AAAAAAAAEFA/j_ioSWJaxWs/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3523355063029611937?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3523355063029611937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3523355063029611937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3523355063029611937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3523355063029611937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-boy-and-his-newest-prized.html' title='The birthday boy and his newest prized possession!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Sav1yfCIRvI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LjIPk8d5aSE/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-120778607538756266</id><published>2009-02-27T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:41:44.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPvWffEdI/AAAAAAAAEEs/sZ6pQK-EnH4/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579835766215122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPvWffEdI/AAAAAAAAEEs/sZ6pQK-EnH4/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPuo8IrKI/AAAAAAAAEEg/ko-3MVa9kuw/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579823538351266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPuo8IrKI/AAAAAAAAEEg/ko-3MVa9kuw/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPtjHuM0I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Am5y7R7EJb4/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579804796465986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPtjHuM0I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Am5y7R7EJb4/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPsp3griI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ToiHbI2aBbc/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579789427650082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPsp3griI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ToiHbI2aBbc/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-120778607538756266?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/120778607538756266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=120778607538756266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/120778607538756266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/120778607538756266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-babies.html' title='Beautiful babies'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SahPvWffEdI/AAAAAAAAEEs/sZ6pQK-EnH4/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1319486791559955726</id><published>2009-02-25T20:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:56:04.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from my awesome birthday present!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaYA4E5FEHI/AAAAAAAAED8/opntnH5CEtY/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306930174288531570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaYA4E5FEHI/AAAAAAAAED8/opntnH5CEtY/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see the difference? Blake got me a super-duper, big ass camera for my birthday. I mean the kid's still as cute as ever, but the quality is TONS better than my little point-and-shoot. We stole the whole set up idea from Erin, and if you've looked at the pictures of her little guy on her blog you'll understand why. I still have a low-light lens on the way that will make the indoor shots even better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's one for comparison:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306933878273758578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaYEPrT-VXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/X44tTD59cjk/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for much better photos from here on out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1319486791559955726?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1319486791559955726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1319486791559955726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1319486791559955726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1319486791559955726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/view-from-my-awesome-birthday-present.html' title='The view from my awesome birthday present!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaYA4E5FEHI/AAAAAAAAED8/opntnH5CEtY/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2936080565173338372</id><published>2009-02-24T23:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:26:37.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The icing on the cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaTTW8EM79I/AAAAAAAAED0/1RMTHHXbOW8/s1600-h/DSCN0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306598651983622098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaTTW8EM79I/AAAAAAAAED0/1RMTHHXbOW8/s320/DSCN0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden got an award at Mother's Day Out today. He FINALLY went into his class without crying! All I had to do was bribe him with the cinnamon gum that I had in my mouth. How easy and gross is that? I believe that fits into the "whatever works" category of child rearing. Landry didn't cry either, which happens periodically, but was extra sweet because it coincided with Camden's tear-free day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See? It really was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. - I'm pretty sure they were making fun of me because I was so excited about getting out of the building without hearing one of my kids crying, but hey! I'll take it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2936080565173338372?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2936080565173338372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2936080565173338372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2936080565173338372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2936080565173338372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherry-on-cake.html' title='The icing on the cake'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaTTW8EM79I/AAAAAAAAED0/1RMTHHXbOW8/s72-c/DSCN0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3908299000368668293</id><published>2009-02-24T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:41:31.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaS9i7VFfLI/AAAAAAAAEDs/RvLin7EJzxs/s1600-h/FSCN0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306574668688620722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaS9i7VFfLI/AAAAAAAAEDs/RvLin7EJzxs/s320/FSCN0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaS5wZHHYGI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nkYGR4-9iPQ/s1600-h/DSCN0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306570501974876258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaS5wZHHYGI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nkYGR4-9iPQ/s320/DSCN0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful birthday! Thanks to facebook, I think I received about 80 birthday wishes, which has to be a record in my 34 years. Blake and I went to Bella Fresca for dinner, which was yum-yum-yummy! I somehow managed to fit bread, sesame tempura shrimp, salad, turbot (fish) and hot chocolate flambois in my squished belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never imagined spending my 34th birthday with two 1 year olds at home and another baby on the way, but I truly can't imagine my life being any better than it is at this exact moment. Thank you, Blake, for taking care of me the way you do! And thank you to the rest of my family and friends for making another birthday special. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3908299000368668293?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3908299000368668293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3908299000368668293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3908299000368668293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3908299000368668293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-birthday-dinner.html' title='Before the birthday dinner'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaS9i7VFfLI/AAAAAAAAEDs/RvLin7EJzxs/s72-c/FSCN0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7984933805727593416</id><published>2009-02-24T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:25:49.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melts my heart!  and makes me giggle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7037c177fcdeeb92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7037c177fcdeeb92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F07E055774EB961161F2B54420F510D37F624FA.4C4CA0757A34A790A9429DB7074D97F2C530FED0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7037c177fcdeeb92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDBKnmUk-Xh4JBNlx0Cf63M02SKM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7037c177fcdeeb92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F07E055774EB961161F2B54420F510D37F624FA.4C4CA0757A34A790A9429DB7074D97F2C530FED0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7037c177fcdeeb92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDBKnmUk-Xh4JBNlx0Cf63M02SKM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love how he ends it with "Wandry" and looks over at his sister.  He has no idea whose birthday it is - he's just singing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7984933805727593416?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7037c177fcdeeb92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7984933805727593416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7984933805727593416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7984933805727593416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7984933805727593416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/melts-my-heart-and-makes-me-giggle.html' title='Melts my heart!  and makes me giggle!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1540907288064064654</id><published>2009-02-22T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:14:43.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because she's beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHOKgTGiqI/AAAAAAAAEDE/marrq1YoLZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305748515883223714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHOKgTGiqI/AAAAAAAAEDE/marrq1YoLZ4/s320/DSCN0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1540907288064064654?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1540907288064064654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1540907288064064654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1540907288064064654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1540907288064064654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because-shes-beautiful.html' title='Just because she&apos;s beautiful'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHOKgTGiqI/AAAAAAAAEDE/marrq1YoLZ4/s72-c/DSCN0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-654080698060213853</id><published>2009-02-22T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:07:23.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday brunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we went to Caroline's birthday party at the Schoonover's. They made a yummy brunch and I ate entirely too much. I guess I figure if my kids don't eat I get three portions! We had a great time playing outside in the sunshine. Happy birthday Sweet Caroline!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK027_pdI/AAAAAAAAEC8/NLqp6oA_Ssc/s1600-h/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305744845468313042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK027_pdI/AAAAAAAAEC8/NLqp6oA_Ssc/s320/DSCN0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline thinks we have some sort of "happy birthday" affliction after two days of partying and singing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0t0cy4I/AAAAAAAAEC0/XbVaOUReEV0/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305744843020749698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0t0cy4I/AAAAAAAAEC0/XbVaOUReEV0/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two mamas. Someone should have told us to suck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0SG8xpI/AAAAAAAAECs/rWIq9aWVf6k/s1600-h/DSCN0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305744835582150290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0SG8xpI/AAAAAAAAECs/rWIq9aWVf6k/s320/DSCN0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden lifted Alex's brand new tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0O-6XDI/AAAAAAAAECk/OX9hLncMcq8/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305744834743131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK0O-6XDI/AAAAAAAAECk/OX9hLncMcq8/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still thinks he's in charge of swinging Landry, even though he gets knocked down repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHKzwEm0XI/AAAAAAAAECc/EvW3pf-1zC8/s1600-h/DSCN0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305744826445517170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHKzwEm0XI/AAAAAAAAECc/EvW3pf-1zC8/s320/DSCN0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry swinging with the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-654080698060213853?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/654080698060213853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=654080698060213853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/654080698060213853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/654080698060213853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-brunch.html' title='Birthday brunch'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaHK027_pdI/AAAAAAAAEC8/NLqp6oA_Ssc/s72-c/DSCN0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-203212958923383343</id><published>2009-02-21T20:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:38:03.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gymboree Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We celebrated Alex's birthday today at Gymboree. He turned 2 on February 16th. Happy birthday, Alex!!!  Thanks for letting us play with you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5eGBw79I/AAAAAAAAECU/cPSX8LCOQUg/s1600-h/DSCN0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444287707672530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5eGBw79I/AAAAAAAAECU/cPSX8LCOQUg/s320/DSCN0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is about as close as it gets to a smile when Alex sees a camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5d7yHeXI/AAAAAAAAECM/n2ILDwKq9Kg/s1600-h/DSCN0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444284957686130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5d7yHeXI/AAAAAAAAECM/n2ILDwKq9Kg/s320/DSCN0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've known for some time that Camden loves Gymboree, but it turns out that his little sister is just as big of a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5d-HZ1BI/AAAAAAAAECE/l23rv2Oacgo/s1600-h/DSCN0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444285583840274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5d-HZ1BI/AAAAAAAAECE/l23rv2Oacgo/s320/DSCN0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took Camden about 2 seconds to get into full Gymboree mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5dqUOAzI/AAAAAAAAEB8/oyVl-Yi2ghk/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444280268882738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5dqUOAzI/AAAAAAAAEB8/oyVl-Yi2ghk/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landry liked the singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5dZkEwcI/AAAAAAAAEB0/inEXSFLcl74/s1600-h/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444275771982274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5dZkEwcI/AAAAAAAAEB0/inEXSFLcl74/s320/DSCN0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden STILL loves the parachute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-203212958923383343?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/203212958923383343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=203212958923383343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/203212958923383343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/203212958923383343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/gymboree-day.html' title='A Gymboree Day!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SaC5eGBw79I/AAAAAAAAECU/cPSX8LCOQUg/s72-c/DSCN0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7402530184192810698</id><published>2009-02-18T18:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:38:25.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZynVwJUVAI/AAAAAAAAEBs/X-rwnpqmCi0/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298453278675970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZynVwJUVAI/AAAAAAAAEBs/X-rwnpqmCi0/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZynV_FKlgI/AAAAAAAAEBk/li7BDP7K8SA/s1600-h/DSCN0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298457287792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZynV_FKlgI/AAAAAAAAEBk/li7BDP7K8SA/s320/DSCN0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of things worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camden is counting to ten (I think I've mentioned that before), but when he does it all on his own it goes "2, 3, 7 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sebben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), 8, 9, 10!" He requires assistance to get all of the numbers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He also tries to spell his name, but for some reason he always starts with the letter T. He'll repeat each letter after one of us, but when he goes out on his own he says T.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His big thing these days is that he's a "good helper".  It doesn't matter what you're doing, he's going to try to help and say "good helper?"   He even thinks he's a good helper when he's doing the complete opposite of what we're telling him to do.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Landry recently started doing the signs for "all done" and "more". We're working on "eat". I think she knows what it means, but hasn't tried to do it herself yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is trying to say a few words, like "dog", "bite", "bath", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (thank you), and probably a couple of others. Her words have no ending consonants yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has both of her bottom 2 year molars. I knew one of them was coming in a few weeks ago, but yesterday I did a little investigating and found that the entire surface of both bottom teeth were exposed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7402530184192810698?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7402530184192810698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7402530184192810698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7402530184192810698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7402530184192810698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-notes.html' title='A few notes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZynVwJUVAI/AAAAAAAAEBs/X-rwnpqmCi0/s72-c/DSCN0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-1062678290995255478</id><published>2009-02-15T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:05:17.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another toddler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a79efef48c1cd65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a79efef48c1cd65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13020053ADCBB48A74B82010938C669CAD83F1B7.495698D3C42B7CC890257E2A37C9053CCD520A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a79efef48c1cd65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUaqgp-mX_8ljkVNhOyLvLvNLVBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a79efef48c1cd65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886157%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13020053ADCBB48A74B82010938C669CAD83F1B7.495698D3C42B7CC890257E2A37C9053CCD520A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a79efef48c1cd65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUaqgp-mX_8ljkVNhOyLvLvNLVBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Libby was very good at getting Landry to take more than a few steps today.  I think she topped out at 8 or 9 this afternoon.  This is all I've managed to catch on video so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-1062678290995255478?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a79efef48c1cd65&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1062678290995255478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=1062678290995255478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1062678290995255478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/1062678290995255478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-toddler.html' title='Another toddler?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-557491822315997285</id><published>2009-02-15T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:45:25.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My part of the family came over this afternoon to eat and visit with Libby. We had all of the cousins together except little Claire. Maybe one day soon we'll all be together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kids took Dee on a walk after lunch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiXJsR3I/AAAAAAAAEBc/JKzwu6KzPZ8/s1600-h/DSCN0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303141983675238258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiXJsR3I/AAAAAAAAEBc/JKzwu6KzPZ8/s320/DSCN0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan was too tall to make the little truck go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was determined to try, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiCgjxOI/AAAAAAAAEBU/yKim71sJwno/s1600-h/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303141978134004962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiCgjxOI/AAAAAAAAEBU/yKim71sJwno/s320/DSCN0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 out of 7 of Pop and Dee's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiIx2NgI/AAAAAAAAEBM/3-G6Ya3NuwY/s1600-h/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303141979817129474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiIx2NgI/AAAAAAAAEBM/3-G6Ya3NuwY/s320/DSCN0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry getting a pull from Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLh626j8I/AAAAAAAAEBE/5ocQXp6loe0/s1600-h/DSCN0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303141976080289730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLh626j8I/AAAAAAAAEBE/5ocQXp6loe0/s320/DSCN0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden could make this little scooter thing go (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flintstone&lt;/span&gt;), but Dee thought he was entirely too slow, so he got pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLhjAKFzI/AAAAAAAAEA8/e5jeyoDAkkY/s1600-h/DSCN0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303141969676605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLhjAKFzI/AAAAAAAAEA8/e5jeyoDAkkY/s320/DSCN0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were several switch-offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-557491822315997285?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/557491822315997285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=557491822315997285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/557491822315997285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/557491822315997285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-times.html' title='Fun times!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiLiXJsR3I/AAAAAAAAEBc/JKzwu6KzPZ8/s72-c/DSCN0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7437212806610912631</id><published>2009-02-15T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:32:21.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJMMmQ5GI/AAAAAAAAEAs/mzApQvEbT7k/s1600-h/DSCN0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139403861910626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJMMmQ5GI/AAAAAAAAEAs/mzApQvEbT7k/s320/DSCN0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJL08FjtI/AAAAAAAAEAk/HsKtSqD_geE/s1600-h/DSCN0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139802643230322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJjaLI7nI/AAAAAAAAEA0/DDXzc9wf7cc/s320/DSCN0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLmngKvI/AAAAAAAAEAc/NL7Xcjlv6gg/s1600-h/DSCN0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139393666558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLmngKvI/AAAAAAAAEAc/NL7Xcjlv6gg/s320/DSCN0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLnY98OI/AAAAAAAAEAU/cVjMmVK5R94/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139393874030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLnY98OI/AAAAAAAAEAU/cVjMmVK5R94/s320/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLfknYuI/AAAAAAAAEAM/TUU-Amzmg3U/s1600-h/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303139391775400674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJLfknYuI/AAAAAAAAEAM/TUU-Amzmg3U/s320/DSCN0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7437212806610912631?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7437212806610912631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7437212806610912631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7437212806610912631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7437212806610912631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready or not, here I come!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZiJMMmQ5GI/AAAAAAAAEAs/mzApQvEbT7k/s72-c/DSCN0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8300368888321716780</id><published>2009-02-14T19:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:29:37.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxAujxNwI/AAAAAAAAEAE/NPfXQFfMxwc/s1600-h/DSCN0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302831343564044034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxAujxNwI/AAAAAAAAEAE/NPfXQFfMxwc/s320/DSCN0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxAElFHSI/AAAAAAAAD_8/n5yb9SHTLfA/s1600-h/DSCN0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302831332295253282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxAElFHSI/AAAAAAAAD_8/n5yb9SHTLfA/s320/DSCN0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxACtgvQI/AAAAAAAAD_0/E4wCIri90Mo/s1600-h/DSCN0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302831331793747202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxACtgvQI/AAAAAAAAD_0/E4wCIri90Mo/s320/DSCN0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peyton turned 16 on Thursday! It's hard to believe, right? We celebrated today at Superior where she was serenaded by the wait staff. She was a little embarrassed, but it was fun. Landry really enjoyed the blue and green icing on the birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We love you Peyton! You are such a beautiful and sweet young woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8300368888321716780?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8300368888321716780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8300368888321716780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8300368888321716780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8300368888321716780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-peeps.html' title='Happy birthday, Peeps!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZdxAujxNwI/AAAAAAAAEAE/NPfXQFfMxwc/s72-c/DSCN0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8686246323638635440</id><published>2009-02-12T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:39:18.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqx2jrlyI/AAAAAAAAD_k/ReL98Jgv38A/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120803501578018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqx2jrlyI/AAAAAAAAD_k/ReL98Jgv38A/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqxqNsbKI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Qh15pG0vbQc/s1600-h/DSCN0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120800188132514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqxqNsbKI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Qh15pG0vbQc/s320/DSCN0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqxWsUBAI/AAAAAAAAD_U/7Z7W0kdddD0/s1600-h/DSCN0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120794947847170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqxWsUBAI/AAAAAAAAD_U/7Z7W0kdddD0/s320/DSCN0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden's a pretty efficient sucker eater, but Landry is way messy.  I wish these pictures showed how absolutely sticky she was during this endeavor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8686246323638635440?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8686246323638635440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8686246323638635440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8686246323638635440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8686246323638635440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/suckers.html' title='Suckers!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTqx2jrlyI/AAAAAAAAD_k/ReL98Jgv38A/s72-c/DSCN0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4897576269407737929</id><published>2009-02-12T21:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:02:59.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>22 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTlmiY0KZI/AAAAAAAAD_M/AVWB65S7J98/s1600-h/DSCN0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115111550593426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTlmiY0KZI/AAAAAAAAD_M/AVWB65S7J98/s320/DSCN0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Partial face shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTlmu-_l7I/AAAAAAAAD_E/ys7a_jnXQdU/s1600-h/DSCN0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115114931951538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTlmu-_l7I/AAAAAAAAD_E/ys7a_jnXQdU/s320/DSCN0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full penis shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our follow-up appointment with Dr. Groome, the maternal and fetal medicine specialist today. This child has something against showing his face, but has no problem WHATSOEVER putting his man bits in the right spot for viewing. Sorry these pictures aren't the greatest. It's because I cheated and took a picture of them instead of using the scanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything looked good, except the baby's kidneys were slightly dilated. While this could just be because he needed to pee and hadn't, it has also been linked to chromosomal disorders like Down Syndrome. Dr. Groome said that he's never seen a case of Downs where the only finding was dilated kidneys. But because it's his job, he went through the possibilities and offered us an amniocentisis to rule out a chromosomal disease. In about a half a second we decided that we wouldn't take him up on his offer. Number 1: knowing wouldn't change anything; Number 2: the risks sounded absolutely horrible (they include miscarriage); and, Number 3: there isn't any solid reason to let ourselves worry about it too much. So I think I'll be a little uncomfortable about things for a few days, then hopefully will start believing it when I say there's nothing to worry about. That's the plan, anyway. We see the specialist again in 6 more weeks to check out his baby kidneys again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, while I would love to be all cheery and say with 100% confidence that everything's great, I'll have to go with 90% for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and he weighs a whopping 1 pound, 1 ounce right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4897576269407737929?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4897576269407737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4897576269407737929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4897576269407737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4897576269407737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/22-weeks-pregnant.html' title='22 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZTlmiY0KZI/AAAAAAAAD_M/AVWB65S7J98/s72-c/DSCN0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5088729546827095125</id><published>2009-02-11T21:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:52:12.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of the sweetest smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOSt3EPSxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/VoS6TkbhlM4/s1600-h/DSCN0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301742502918703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOSt3EPSxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/VoS6TkbhlM4/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOSt2HF_fI/AAAAAAAAD-s/-NJ9MVbsNnU/s1600-h/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301742502662241778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOSt2HF_fI/AAAAAAAAD-s/-NJ9MVbsNnU/s320/DSCN0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301742770077544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOS9aT3rwI/AAAAAAAAD-8/tw1_BPFqW_U/s320/DSCN0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sweet babies! (Today, at least.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought it might be time for a little update on what the kids are doing/saying before I forget it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry is really into eating anything she can get her hands on these days. Blake says she'll eat anything that doesn't eat her first. She still won't do fruit unless it's apple sauce or dried tropical fruit. Maybe one day she'll decide unprocessed fruit isn't the devil. She's eating most things without being cut into teeny tiny pieces, which is very nice. Meat still has to be pretty small since she only has a few choppers, but otherwise she bites and chews very well. She's such a big girl already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She enjoys mimicking Camden when she has the right consonants to do it. The phrase of the week has been "Mama!!!!" in a very, VERY loud tone of voice. Did I mention it's loud? Especially in the car? She doesn't seem very interested in saying much else (other than dah-dah and bye-bye), but has been making more and more sounds lately that we hope will eventually turn into words. She loves to blow kisses and wave when we say bye-bye. She's good at anticipating the goodbyes and starts blowing kisses, waving and saying "bye-bye" as soon as she senses that it's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's up to about 4 steps, but other than that doesn't seem to have the urge to go any further upright. Today she took three steps with the same foot, so she pivoted around almost 180 degrees before she bit the dust. I would have sworn she would have been walking by now, as would both of her grandmothers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Camden and I were sitting on the couch before bedtime. Blake was in his recliner and sneezed a couple of times. Camden leaned up so he could see past me and said "bwess you daddy, bwess you". It was seriously one of the cutest and sweetest things I've ever heard. I'm glad I was sitting here to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's saying just about everything we say, and lots of things he hears on TV. The latest being "Oh my God!", which he got from watching Annie. We're trying to morph it back into "oh my goodness", since that's what we say and what he said before. Did you know they say GD on Annie? I was very surprised. Hopefully he doesn't pick that one up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He still loves music and loves to sing. We ended up buying Annie because we were sick to death of The Sound of Music. Now he has two obsessions as opposed to one. (He didn't like Mary Poppins AT ALL.) I guess we'll sing Doe a Deer, the goodnight song and Tomorrow until we're blue in the face and like it! It sure is cute when he chimes in during the songs, or better yet, starts singing them on his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has made some friends at Mother's Day Out. He comes home talking about Mary Ashtyn "mare atton" and Cody every day. He even wakes up from naps saying "owna pway with mare atton". He still cries when I drop him off, but he usually dries up before I'm out of the building and reportedly has a really good time and behaves very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think he really understands much about the baby, but he's taken to saying he wants to see the baby and raising my shirt (yay!) and rubbing the baby or sometimes giving the baby kisses. He's gotten to where he tries to shove Landry in my direction when he wants her to go away, and I feel quite sure he'll use that with the baby (who remains nameless) once he gets here as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I think that's enough documentation for now. Hopefully I've done a decent job for now. I'll need this for the baby books when I ever get around to filling them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5088729546827095125?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5088729546827095125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5088729546827095125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5088729546827095125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5088729546827095125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-of-sweetest-smiles.html' title='Two of the sweetest smiles'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SZOSt3EPSxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/VoS6TkbhlM4/s72-c/DSCN0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2505229746650714481</id><published>2009-02-08T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:41:26.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SY-XkqJ1ZJI/AAAAAAAAD-k/foCWU3w-K0A/s1600-h/2-7-09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300621942484984978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SY-XkqJ1ZJI/AAAAAAAAD-k/foCWU3w-K0A/s320/2-7-09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SY-Xkq7gWYI/AAAAAAAAD-c/aJEtCaxuz78/s1600-h/2-7-09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300621942693321090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SY-Xkq7gWYI/AAAAAAAAD-c/aJEtCaxuz78/s320/2-7-09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for catching these on camera, Danielle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2505229746650714481?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2505229746650714481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2505229746650714481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2505229746650714481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2505229746650714481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='Hugs and kisses'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SY-XkqJ1ZJI/AAAAAAAAD-k/foCWU3w-K0A/s72-c/2-7-09+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6199079430507746794</id><published>2009-02-04T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:35:03.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The play date of the century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had the most full three hour play date today that we've ever had before. Anne Marie had us over, along with Danielle and Joshua, and Jana, Jude and Julie. We turned the play room into a disaster, played outside on the play set and all had a yummy dinner.  And everyone behaved nicely, to boot!  It was a very enjoyable and extremely tiring play date.  Thanks for the hospitality, Schoons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-a9oBBI/AAAAAAAAD9s/iQhpQBo0g6w/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146840479368210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-a9oBBI/AAAAAAAAD9s/iQhpQBo0g6w/s320/DSCN0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden thought he needed to be in charge of swinging Landry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-XphKwI/AAAAAAAAD9k/S9nyasG_bPY/s1600-h/DSCN0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146839589726978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-XphKwI/AAAAAAAAD9k/S9nyasG_bPY/s320/DSCN0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she didn't mind at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-Fwrg8I/AAAAAAAAD9c/4305cueRTSM/s1600-h/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146834787926978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-Fwrg8I/AAAAAAAAD9c/4305cueRTSM/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Alex checking each other out in mid-air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ98rAh4I/AAAAAAAAD9U/owcTyeIwgb0/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146832348219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ98rAh4I/AAAAAAAAD9U/owcTyeIwgb0/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Julie getting quite a shove from Jana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ9mCCOfI/AAAAAAAAD9M/FU4yoiXBAYo/s1600-h/DSCN0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146826270783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ9mCCOfI/AAAAAAAAD9M/FU4yoiXBAYo/s320/DSCN0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148358818522882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpbWzN45wI/AAAAAAAAD-U/TbtZTcRAJ7o/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;King of the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148356620596258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpbWrB3NCI/AAAAAAAAD-M/GDJvFgtHbYw/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden's surprise ride down the slide.  Notice Julie right behind him?  She got a little tired of waiting for him to get the guts to let go.  I think Jana put it best when she said "I'm glad that ended well."  He loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148350442206994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpbWUA0dxI/AAAAAAAAD-E/bSOEJ8R8XaA/s320/DSCN0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jana overseeing the climbing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148345476237394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpbWBg1yFI/AAAAAAAAD98/fv5ZPyHw748/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My tired little girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148341724174770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpbVziR2bI/AAAAAAAAD90/B9cl4mFc--Q/s320/DSCN0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jude's action shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(And I have no pictures of Caroline because she was a perfect angel and napped through most of the play date.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6199079430507746794?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6199079430507746794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6199079430507746794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6199079430507746794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6199079430507746794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/play-date-of-century.html' title='The play date of the century'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYpZ-a9oBBI/AAAAAAAAD9s/iQhpQBo0g6w/s72-c/DSCN0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-827216953883517082</id><published>2009-02-02T20:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:48:53.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 years minus 1 month, Camden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYeo0yQKfLI/AAAAAAAAD8s/N7d0OHn0GUY/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298389111420910770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYeo0yQKfLI/AAAAAAAAD8s/N7d0OHn0GUY/s320/DSC05650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden is 23 months old today! He seems to be enjoying Mother's Day Out once I get good and gone. He hasn't gone in without throwing a fit since the first day, but his teachers assure me that he has fun after the initial wailing is over. He's napping while he's there - on his nap mat on the floor even! One of his teachers thought he was over two because he speaks so well. Of course when she told me he says "Mama come back?" that kind of broke my heart. But at least he's communicating, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His manners are coming along, but he's having trouble with pleases and the ma'ams and sirs. He says thank you and you're welcome, and thinks every time we pass someone in a store he should say "scuse us". I guess I excuse myself a little too much. Now if we could just get him to say "excuse me" when he passes gas instead of "toot tooooot" we'd be getting somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's counting to ten now - sometimes on his own and sometimes if we start and alternate numbers with him. He was skipping quite a few until last Saturday when Nana and Chappy set him straight somehow. I tried to get the counting on video, but all he wanted to do was "see Mulner on cam-uh" (see Miller on the camera). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's growing and learning and doing/saying new things every day. And we don't have any more bad words to report, which is always nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-827216953883517082?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/827216953883517082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=827216953883517082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/827216953883517082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/827216953883517082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-2-years-minus-1-month-camden.html' title='Happy 2 years minus 1 month, Camden!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYeo0yQKfLI/AAAAAAAAD8s/N7d0OHn0GUY/s72-c/DSC05650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-3884693002299834469</id><published>2009-02-02T19:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:50:53.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's 12 month check up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevyBKDwnI/AAAAAAAAD9E/iEnIoSWOUvw/s1600-h/DSCN0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298396760463622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevyBKDwnI/AAAAAAAAD9E/iEnIoSWOUvw/s320/DSCN0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevx6gt-vI/AAAAAAAAD88/U6oTdMu5-To/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298396758679616242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevx6gt-vI/AAAAAAAAD88/U6oTdMu5-To/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevxnPo0iI/AAAAAAAAD80/eOVq9AUol1U/s1600-h/DSCN0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298396753507701282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevxnPo0iI/AAAAAAAAD80/eOVq9AUol1U/s320/DSCN0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry's 12 month check up was last Monday. I'm a little behind, I know, but she and her brother were &lt;em&gt;kind of &lt;/em&gt;bad for a few days, which doesn't make me want to brag on them much! (Kind of = THE WORST THEY'VE EVER BEEN SIMULTANEOUSLY.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She weighed 22.5 pounds and was 30 inches long, landing her in the 75th percentile for both. We started giving her milk a few days before her birthday, and she gave up her bottle for good on the 27th! I can't tell you how nice it's been to go five days without washing a bazillion bottle parts (for the first time in almost 2 years). I'll enjoy the few months off I'll get! She's adjusted very well to eating and drinking like regular people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's taking 2 and 3 steps at a time, but gets so excited when we try to cheer her on that she hops and then falls down. I think if she'd give up the hop she'd be gone. Hopefully in the next few days we'll have some video of her toddling around all cute and stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-3884693002299834469?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3884693002299834469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=3884693002299834469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3884693002299834469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/3884693002299834469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/landrys-12-month-check-up.html' title='Landry&apos;s 12 month check up'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SYevyBKDwnI/AAAAAAAAD9E/iEnIoSWOUvw/s72-c/DSCN0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2782854576020150294</id><published>2009-01-25T20:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:15:10.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2tvxVyI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/NelG2D8hCOY/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432557803951906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2tvxVyI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/NelG2D8hCOY/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295449886062713586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX03nWimmvI/AAAAAAAAD8A/Q043QH6r-6k/s320/balloon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295449883809620146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX03nOJbILI/AAAAAAAAD74/c8siydrgCPM/s320/pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2fDnisI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/5rnSZfooBoY/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432553860664002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2fDnisI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/5rnSZfooBoY/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295450660901017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX04UdCc1-I/AAAAAAAAD8I/tqqsdf5a1Xg/s320/mmm+cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295449883464542530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX03nM3JqUI/AAAAAAAAD7w/bTE-Ofyh1ao/s320/mmm+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432549112540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2NXk7qI/AAAAAAAAD7I/wBDw7yzC_bA/s320/DSCN0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n17PLJMI/AAAAAAAAD7A/teY95PMifrA/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432544245458114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n17PLJMI/AAAAAAAAD7A/teY95PMifrA/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2782854576020150294?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2782854576020150294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2782854576020150294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2782854576020150294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2782854576020150294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/landrys-birthday-party.html' title='Landry&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SX0n2tvxVyI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/NelG2D8hCOY/s72-c/DSCN0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4885311907255195372</id><published>2009-01-24T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:27:06.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My two 1 year olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049313869391794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLS-1cZ7I/AAAAAAAAD6k/rlUAKtAvwSg/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049301681279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLSRbkk4I/AAAAAAAAD6U/BUmRfmFbseY/s320/DSCN0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049306869544338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLSkwjNZI/AAAAAAAAD6c/BzkSc7nUH6w/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045187243207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvHix9F6YI/AAAAAAAAD5k/iWnwd0krvDU/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045194197929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvHjL3OjxI/AAAAAAAAD5s/uUZb3GmMjpM/s320/DSCN0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045197582485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvHjYeKx-I/AAAAAAAAD50/6VtubbxLjtk/s320/DSCN0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045201254834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvHjmJuYvI/AAAAAAAAD6E/BVv-QJIdQk4/s320/DSCN0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045196536775746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvHjUk2hEI/AAAAAAAAD58/IBfxnQVSJAw/s320/DSCN0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049299282627426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLSIfsC2I/AAAAAAAAD6M/5rTrE9qEiLk/s320/DSCN0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLTQwBhnI/AAAAAAAAD6s/sZDRZPJf4ac/s1600-h/DSCN0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049318678496882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLTQwBhnI/AAAAAAAAD6s/sZDRZPJf4ac/s320/DSCN0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made cupcakes this evening for Landry's birthday. This was the first time Camden and Landry have shared The Learning Tower, and the first time we've let them help cook. They had a large time making a mess and digging in things we normally don't let them dig into. Blake and I had a great time wathing them, and it looks like they enjoyed themselves, too.  This has truly been a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4885311907255195372?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4885311907255195372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4885311907255195372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4885311907255195372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4885311907255195372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-two-1-year-olds.html' title='My two 1 year olds'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXvLS-1cZ7I/AAAAAAAAD6k/rlUAKtAvwSg/s72-c/DSCN0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5192088273452521273</id><published>2009-01-24T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:40:52.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sweet Landry  is 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7ErcQFhI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vknqnWvMsjU/s1600-h/DSCN0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294961107215062546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7ErcQFhI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vknqnWvMsjU/s320/DSCN0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7EfD0XOI/AAAAAAAAD5U/IAsPuenAFhw/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294961103891356898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7EfD0XOI/AAAAAAAAD5U/IAsPuenAFhw/s320/DSCN0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7EYpartI/AAAAAAAAD5M/6eHMTmkZOFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294961102170009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7EYpartI/AAAAAAAAD5M/6eHMTmkZOFQ/s320/DSCN0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landry turned ONE(!) this morning at 10:16 a.m.!  I swear this has been the quickest year of my life -- even quicker than the last one.  She got to turn around in her car seat this morning, which we thought would really excite her, but she never minded riding backwards so forward didn't seem to be much of a treat to her.   We decided we'd spend her actual birthday as a family of four and celebrate with the rest of our family and friends tomorrow.  It's been a nice slow-paced day, and now all my one year olds are snoozing.  Now it's time to start getting ready for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday sweet girl!  We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5192088273452521273?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5192088273452521273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5192088273452521273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5192088273452521273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5192088273452521273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-sweet-landry-is-1.html' title='Our sweet Landry  is 1!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXt7ErcQFhI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vknqnWvMsjU/s72-c/DSCN0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5527556273428669629</id><published>2009-01-20T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:07:23.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since there's not much exciting going on, how 'bout some pictures?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQoHiWkHI/AAAAAAAAD08/vAUV1R3pc6s/s1600-h/DSCN0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577430912897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQoHiWkHI/AAAAAAAAD08/vAUV1R3pc6s/s320/DSCN0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landry got her hair did at MDO today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQn7UIH3I/AAAAAAAAD00/lMs6MQCenlU/s1600-h/DSCN0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577427632004978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQn7UIH3I/AAAAAAAAD00/lMs6MQCenlU/s320/DSCN0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Camden's latest obsession - pushing the Learning Tower over to Daddy's cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnUN7QCI/AAAAAAAAD0s/IpLsWxSdj6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577417137012770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnUN7QCI/AAAAAAAAD0s/IpLsWxSdj6Y/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has got to be the worst case of weird beard in the history of all weird beards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnWBl1eI/AAAAAAAAD0k/so0UaNVFt5g/s1600-h/DSCN0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577417622148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnWBl1eI/AAAAAAAAD0k/so0UaNVFt5g/s320/DSCN0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was actually nice enough for a wagon ride on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnCcPhoI/AAAAAAAAD0c/bwLhbDImhoc/s1600-h/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577412365223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQnCcPhoI/AAAAAAAAD0c/bwLhbDImhoc/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden went to the World of Wheels on Saturday with Blake and Chappy.  He had a huge time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5527556273428669629?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5527556273428669629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5527556273428669629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5527556273428669629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5527556273428669629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-theres-not-much-exciting-going-on.html' title='Since there&apos;s not much exciting going on, how &apos;bout some pictures?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SXaQoHiWkHI/AAAAAAAAD08/vAUV1R3pc6s/s72-c/DSCN0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2715891280290591685</id><published>2009-01-13T15:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:38:38.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-2497650833423518734</id><published>2009-01-13T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:30:17.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Daddy to get home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SW0G6FEw8_I/AAAAAAAAD0U/SA-107uiyuc/s1600-h/DSC05593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290892732094542834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SW0G6FEw8_I/AAAAAAAAD0U/SA-107uiyuc/s320/DSC05593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you were to drive down our driveway on any given workday around 6 p.m. there's a 90% chance that this is what you'd find.   It makes Blake's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-2497650833423518734?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2497650833423518734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=2497650833423518734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2497650833423518734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/2497650833423518734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-daddy-to-get-home.html' title='Waiting for Daddy to get home'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SW0G6FEw8_I/AAAAAAAAD0U/SA-107uiyuc/s72-c/DSC05593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8257173524225097063</id><published>2009-01-12T13:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:23:48.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's worst case of bed head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWu0oWnm1MI/AAAAAAAAD0M/dOyplwHTk6o/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290520792636249282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWu0oWnm1MI/AAAAAAAAD0M/dOyplwHTk6o/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWu0ZtbgH-I/AAAAAAAAD0E/eg9Wcn_8Aq8/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290520541061455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWu0ZtbgH-I/AAAAAAAAD0E/eg9Wcn_8Aq8/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry woke up from one of her naps like this yesterday. She looks like Donald Trump in a wind storm on a day his hairspray didn't work!  It looked much worse in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8257173524225097063?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8257173524225097063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8257173524225097063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8257173524225097063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8257173524225097063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/worlds-worst-case-of-bed-head.html' title='The world&apos;s worst case of bed head'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWu0oWnm1MI/AAAAAAAAD0M/dOyplwHTk6o/s72-c/DSCN0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7217340819256228250</id><published>2009-01-08T18:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:18:58.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was the first day of Mother's Day Out for the Rainey kids.  Unfortunately, only one of them made it.  Landry woke up last night with a fever and a deep cough, so she got to go to MidCity Pediatrics instead.  We dropped Camden off and he ran right into his room and started playing with all the new toys.  He didn't even pay us any attention.  When I got there to pick him up his teachers were telling me how impressed they were because he did awesome on his first day.  He laid down -- get this -- on his nap mat on the floor and took a nap!  They said he cried for a few minutes and went right to sleep.  He watched the bigger kids go in and out of the bathroom and decided he needed to try it.  He went and sat on the potty three different times during the day!  We were both thrilled and relieved that he did so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWaWDAjYbZI/AAAAAAAADz0/oHXg0sehZeY/s1600-h/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289079790825401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWaWDAjYbZI/AAAAAAAADz0/oHXg0sehZeY/s320/DSCN0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Landry's day wasn't so hot, but at least she got some Mexican food out of the deal.  She has another ear infection and the croup.  She had an ear infection before Christmas and the consensus was that she never completely got over it.  Dr. Scott prescribed some antibiotics and steroids and hopefully she'll be feeling all better in a jiffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289079795691473794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWaWDSriy4I/AAAAAAAADz8/wyQFQmMOeW8/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7217340819256228250?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7217340819256228250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7217340819256228250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7217340819256228250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7217340819256228250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/mothers-day-out.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWaWDAjYbZI/AAAAAAAADz0/oHXg0sehZeY/s72-c/DSCN0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-477456883431219001</id><published>2009-01-07T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:11:38.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWUMUM8AXCI/AAAAAAAADzs/0v73gTDMxHU/s1600-h/Michelangelos_David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288646878626339874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWUMUM8AXCI/AAAAAAAADzs/0v73gTDMxHU/s320/Michelangelos_David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . . another set of testicles for the Rainey household! We saw a maternal and fetal medicine specialist this morning to check out what Dr. Pineda referred to as our "sluggish" baby. The baby was so active that they had a hard time getting some of the measurements they needed to evaluate the little guy! His heartbeat was excellent, and all other systems looked great. We'll go see Dr. Pineda next week for the 18 week ultrasound he does, and then back to the specialist in six weeks for a routine follow up. He said he didn't see anything to indicate a problem of any kind, which was quite a relief. Now we get to start the name game! Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-477456883431219001?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/477456883431219001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=477456883431219001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/477456883431219001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/477456883431219001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/its.html' title='It&apos;s a . . .'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SWUMUM8AXCI/AAAAAAAADzs/0v73gTDMxHU/s72-c/Michelangelos_David.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8694510911963982511</id><published>2009-01-02T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:01:04.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 22 month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SV7uXfj-82I/AAAAAAAADzk/WfVJerVhW5U/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286925099956368226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SV7uXfj-82I/AAAAAAAADzk/WfVJerVhW5U/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden turned 22 months old today, and we totally forgot to tell him Happy 22 month day! We suck. We did, however, let him have some fun this evening. We met the Schoonover's for dinner at Fudrucker's. We were quite a site: four adults and four high chairs. Afterwards we took the kids down to the fountain so they could watch the water. Camden repeatedly yelled "WWWAAADDDDER". He loved it. Us girls took a stroll down to a couple of stores, and when we got back to the boys there was a guy playing the guitar ("high tar") and singing outside of The Cheesecake Bistro. Camden and Alex danced around like very white and very crazy kids. It was adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden is repeating just about everything we say, which has included two expletives to date. I'll let his father tell you which ones they were, as he was responsible for the most recent rash of cursing. He can't pronounce his Fs or Ls, so some words are still incomprehensible if you don't already know what he's saying, but for the most part he's able to carry on short conversations with no problem. He's enjoying his big boy table, and eats some of his less messy meals there. I haven't been brave enough to turn him loose with applesauce or pudding outside of the high chair yet. We'll get there one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is a happy and very energetic little guy, and fortunately for us he's sweet about 92% of the time. We must be doing something right! Or maybe just right enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8694510911963982511?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8694510911963982511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8694510911963982511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8694510911963982511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8694510911963982511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-22-month-old.html' title='Sweet 22 month old'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SV7uXfj-82I/AAAAAAAADzk/WfVJerVhW5U/s72-c/DSCN0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4456859012891933585</id><published>2009-01-01T21:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:41:43.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Quiz</title><content type='html'>This took forever, so you bee-otches better appreciate it and/or fill one out yourselves and send it back to me! I robbed it from a mommy blog I frequent, &lt;a href="http://www.sundrymourning.com/"&gt;http://www.sundrymourning.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before? became the mother of two beautiful babies and then got pregnant by a man who had a vasectomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I typically don't make resolutions because I'm not the type to keep them. But if I did make one last year, it was probably not to get pregnant in 2008. Whoops. I'm not tempting fate by speaking of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? My friends Anne Marie, Jen, Jennifer, Erin and Wendy - and me (I'm pretty close to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? A glass (or maybe a bottle) of champagne at Christmas and New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? January 24th - Landry's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? giving birth and learning how to survive with two babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? does a vasectomy failure count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? fortunately I did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? gosh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? Blake's. Not only does he seem to balance work and family very well, he also had the best year SAFE Planning has ever had. Most of you know his dad moved to Florida, so he did it all by himself (along with his wonderful support staff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? I can't put this answer in writing. Call me - I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go? probably to diapers and formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Landry's birth and Camden walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008? I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder?b) thinner or fatter?c) richer or poorer? Happier, definitely thinner than this time last year, richer in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of? travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of? ha! I'll bypass this question. You guys can fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas? with my family, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008? I did - with a little red head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program? Grey's Anatomy, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? I'm not a hater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read? The Final Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery? "What's gonna work? Teamwork!" - as performed by the Wonderpets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get? a healthy baby girl - after a small glitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get? I can't really think of anything, which must be a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year? Considering I only saw two movies in 2008, both of which happened to be Will Smith flicks, I'll go with the one that didn't scare the bejeeesus out of me: 7 Pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I had dinner at The Mabry House with several good friends. I turned 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? winning the lottery. I mean, I've already won the husband and child lottery, but the actual money lottery would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? uh, how about this: My kids look really cute! I personally dress them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane? A very helpful and involved husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? I haven't kept up very well since I don't have time for my People magazine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most? I suppose the presidential election, although sadly, politics don't stir me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss? My far away cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met? I'm sure I met new people, right? Doesn't everyone meet new people all the time? I guess I didn't let any of them stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008. This lesson began in 2007, but continued to grow in 2008, and will continue for the rest of my life: Never, ever, ever say anything beginning with "my kids will never do . . .". I'm eating a lot of crow these days, but I like to think I'm doing it gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. This song doesn't sum up my year, more like almost the last decade, but if it weren't for stumbling upon Blake almost 9 years ago, my 2008 would be nothing like it was. So here's a little Lila McCann for you, from the song "To Get Me to You" from the Hope Floats soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't regret the rain&lt;br /&gt;Or the nights I felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;Or the tears I had to cry&lt;br /&gt;Some of those times along the way&lt;br /&gt;Every road I had to take&lt;br /&gt;Every time my heart would break&lt;br /&gt;It was just something that I had to get through&lt;br /&gt;To get me to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4456859012891933585?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4456859012891933585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4456859012891933585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4456859012891933585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4456859012891933585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-quiz.html' title='New Year Quiz'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-5196834383230877975</id><published>2008-12-31T22:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:31:53.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome little Carsten Patrick Spies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVxGcCOZC7I/AAAAAAAADzc/28lY1ihPi3I/s1600-h/Carsten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286177510073633714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVxGcCOZC7I/AAAAAAAADzc/28lY1ihPi3I/s320/Carsten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wendy and Terence welcomed their second little guy into the world on Saturday, December 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  He weighed 7 pounds, 10 ounces, and he and Wendy are reported to be doing great.  Welcome little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-5196834383230877975?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5196834383230877975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=5196834383230877975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5196834383230877975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/5196834383230877975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-little-carsten-patrick-spies.html' title='Welcome little Carsten Patrick Spies!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVxGcCOZC7I/AAAAAAAADzc/28lY1ihPi3I/s72-c/Carsten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-7922473257515551703</id><published>2008-12-30T11:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:34:45.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth talker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVpbX3iSjKI/AAAAAAAADzU/mi6y3EEeAPY/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285637578275589282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVpbX3iSjKI/AAAAAAAADzU/mi6y3EEeAPY/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was getting onto Camden yesterday morning in the truck because he kept yelling "Mama!" over and over. I told him that I was going to ignore him until he could use his inside voice. The next words out of his mouth, in a much lower tone, were "Hey Mama. Hi seet-heart. You're coot." He's buttering me up already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-7922473257515551703?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7922473257515551703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=7922473257515551703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7922473257515551703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/7922473257515551703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/smooth-talker.html' title='Smooth talker'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVpbX3iSjKI/AAAAAAAADzU/mi6y3EEeAPY/s72-c/DSCN0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-6426955549200192565</id><published>2008-12-27T23:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:06:16.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will he be embarrassed by this one day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707280040577490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVcNRYi9SdI/AAAAAAAADzE/9f07lSFfA0Q/s320/DSCN0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVcNRWpIxUI/AAAAAAAADzM/YdsBK6OENp4/s1600-h/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707279529624898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVcNRWpIxUI/AAAAAAAADzM/YdsBK6OENp4/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camden is enjoying picking things up and labeling them either "Mommy's" or "Daddy's". Luckily he hasn't decided everything is "mine" just yet. Today he found one of my bras and correctly identified it as "Mommy's". I helped him get it on correctly, but he decided the strap needed to go over his head.  This probably qualifies as some weird kind of child abuse, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-6426955549200192565?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6426955549200192565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=6426955549200192565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6426955549200192565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/6426955549200192565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-he-be-embarrassed-by-this-one-day.html' title='Will he be embarrassed by this one day?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVcNRYi9SdI/AAAAAAAADzE/9f07lSFfA0Q/s72-c/DSCN0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-8627910532305164685</id><published>2008-12-27T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:33:37.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mikey, she likes it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear this kid will eat anything (as long as it isn't fruit).  We ordered pizza for lunch because the grocery situation in this house is extremely sad.  Landry's had a few bites of pizza before, but this was the first time I'd turned her loose with a tray full.  She made a total mess, but seemed to enjoy every little morsel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569683147134738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIMLIlxI/AAAAAAAADys/BzN2Z4klIZs/s320/DSCN0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIketzvI/AAAAAAAADy8/BfPwUSTB5jk/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569689671716594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIketzvI/AAAAAAAADy8/BfPwUSTB5jk/s320/DSCN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIaxFF_I/AAAAAAAADy0/JkkT_a8mYDY/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569687064385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIaxFF_I/AAAAAAAADy0/JkkT_a8mYDY/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, she is eating lunch in her PJs.  What can I say?  We're pretty stinking lazy around these parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-8627910532305164685?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8627910532305164685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=8627910532305164685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8627910532305164685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/8627910532305164685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-mikey-she-likes-it.html' title='Hey Mikey, she likes it!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVaQIMLIlxI/AAAAAAAADys/BzN2Z4klIZs/s72-c/DSCN0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701197291823178214.post-4002103896396057981</id><published>2008-12-26T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:28:59.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 - Round 5 (the final round)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfeEpZeCI/AAAAAAAADyc/tKuhEwuakQg/s1600-h/DSC05529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305076781414434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfeEpZeCI/AAAAAAAADyc/tKuhEwuakQg/s320/DSC05529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfdz-zdeI/AAAAAAAADyU/wdwuirsdJP0/s1600-h/DSC05534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305072307795426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfdz-zdeI/AAAAAAAADyU/wdwuirsdJP0/s320/DSC05534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305069762958386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfdqgEVDI/AAAAAAAADyM/jbaLS4GUYGU/s320/DSC05542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfdNxM3hI/AAAAAAAADyE/ID5jtkMmxyQ/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305062050192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfdNxM3hI/AAAAAAAADyE/ID5jtkMmxyQ/s320/DSC05552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfcvHmv_I/AAAAAAAADx8/EORbDHrBmsA/s1600-h/DSC05532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305053822664690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfcvHmv_I/AAAAAAAADx8/EORbDHrBmsA/s320/DSC05532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fifth and final Christmas celebration with Blake's family at Aunt Beth and Uncle Bill's house last night.  More good food and great times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have lots of great Christmas memories from our 5 Christmases of 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701197291823178214-4002103896396057981?l=araineyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4002103896396057981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701197291823178214&amp;postID=4002103896396057981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4002103896396057981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701197291823178214/posts/default/4002103896396057981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araineyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008-round-5-final-round.html' title='Christmas 2008 - Round 5 (the final round)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608116118345084623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/Slg5XJwW53I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dkAeOejcQ-I/S220/rainey004small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wwHLVM1ZDyI/SVWfeEpZeCI/AAAAAAAADyc/tKuhEwuakQg/s72-c/DSC05529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
