<?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-148566114036212511</id><updated>2011-09-05T00:09:08.698-07:00</updated><category term='Up With Kids Enchanted'/><category term='Vallassis Red Plum Coupons Newspaper'/><category term='Toshiba Laptop Satallite'/><category term='Bed Time Stories Movie Popcorn'/><title type='text'>Tall Tidbits</title><subtitle type='html'>The Olsons</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1731821251115243445</id><published>2010-05-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:41:51.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek Forever After House Party!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was the first time I had ever been to or hosted a House Party.&amp;nbsp; Never heard of it?&amp;nbsp; Well, now is the time to check it out!&amp;nbsp; A good friend of mine told me about a party that she had had for House Party and I wanted to do one myself.&amp;nbsp; You log onto houseparty.com, fill out a profile, and then check out all of the the wonderful party offerings there are.&amp;nbsp; I selected the parties that I was interested in and that I knew my friends would love to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2h670A4UI/AAAAAAAAArA/XDxVrllbV_k/s1600/DSCF1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2h670A4UI/AAAAAAAAArA/XDxVrllbV_k/s320/DSCF1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hsenUR-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Wdhni0mwquI/s1600/DSCF1102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hsenUR-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Wdhni0mwquI/s320/DSCF1102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was amazed at all of the things that Shrek and McDonald's sent me via House Party to create an amazing party.&amp;nbsp; They sent me 16 Party invitations (in addition to the email invites that you can send via their website), Shrek napkins, Shrek cups, Shrek plates, two Shrek glasses, a poster for the new Shrek Forever After movie, 16 Shrek Forever After happy meal toys, 15 Shrek Forever After watches, 10 boxes to put 20 all white meat chicken McNuggets in, a happy meal box, 15 coupons for free snack size Mcflurrys, 15 coupons for free Minute Maid apple juice boxes, plus LOTS of codes that could be entered in on McDonalds.com/Shrek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the codes you can unlock games and choose from one of three rewards.&amp;nbsp; The reward choices are:&amp;nbsp; A Shrek Flash Mini-Game Pack from Activision, one night DVD rental from Redbox, or a bundle of 25 photo prints from Snapfish (not including shipping and handling).&amp;nbsp; Amazing huh!&amp;nbsp; To top it all off they sent me a $75 McDonald's arch card so that I could buy the chicken McNuggets for the party plus any other food (and Happy Meal toys) that I needed for my party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hzn_K0NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-prqv6mHDn0/s1600/DSCF1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hzn_K0NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-prqv6mHDn0/s320/DSCF1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2haADpRDI/AAAAAAAAAqo/t29sJdq8q-A/s1600/DSCF1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2haADpRDI/AAAAAAAAAqo/t29sJdq8q-A/s320/DSCF1109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had 29 people come to the party!&amp;nbsp; It was SO fun.&amp;nbsp; The kids (and the adults) loved the seemingly neverending supply of all white meat Chicken McNuggets.&amp;nbsp; I also added six large fries from McDonald's.&amp;nbsp; In addition, we had a veggie tray with hidden valley ranch dip, sliced apples w/ carmel dip (Yes, I stole the idea from McDonald's apple dippers), Chips w/ salsa and guacamole, strawberries and watermelon with a green fruit dip (Shrek green of course), a Shrek cake, and worms in dirt (chocolate pudding with oreo crumbs and gummy worms), and nice refreshing water.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the children brought Shrek twinkies to share, I had a friend that brought several two litters of pop, and another friend brought ice.&amp;nbsp; The worm pudding was a HUGE success.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We played a game where we stuck a paper with the name and picture of a character on the back of the partygoers.&amp;nbsp; The person would then ask questions to find out who they were.&amp;nbsp; The kids then had a great time changing which character they were and talking about who their favorite characters are.&amp;nbsp; Here are our very own characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hK5SKdJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/OXxYalXScSE/s1600/DSCF1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2hK5SKdJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/OXxYalXScSE/s320/DSCF1107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1731821251115243445?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1731821251115243445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1731821251115243445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1731821251115243445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1731821251115243445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2010/05/shrek-forever-house-party.html' title='Shrek Forever After House Party!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/S_2h670A4UI/AAAAAAAAArA/XDxVrllbV_k/s72-c/DSCF1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5517447701852069875</id><published>2009-10-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:33:12.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Suc8LXjoLMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dSTd-Vi-dp8/s1600-h/DSCF2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Suc8LXjoLMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dSTd-Vi-dp8/s320/DSCF2421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emily has "graduated" from her little bathtub.&amp;nbsp; Now she takes a bath with her big sister.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I ought to catch her last baby bath tub adventure on camera.&amp;nbsp; She is such a happy baby!&amp;nbsp; This smile was not just for the sake of having a cute picture.&amp;nbsp; I sure love this little gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5517447701852069875?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5517447701852069875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5517447701852069875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5517447701852069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5517447701852069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathing-beauty.html' title='Bathing Beauty'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Suc8LXjoLMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dSTd-Vi-dp8/s72-c/DSCF2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7720919772123951540</id><published>2009-10-26T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:01:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Visit From the "Tooth Fairy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXUN6IUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gI7TaAZ-jOE/s1600-h/DSCF2426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXUN6IUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gI7TaAZ-jOE/s320/DSCF2426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXUuMEjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/x6cYo2EbEDs/s1600-h/DSCF2431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXUuMEjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/x6cYo2EbEDs/s320/DSCF2431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at my tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXTX3_L-KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5WY6N1lWSZ4/s1600-h/DSCF2434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXTX3_L-KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5WY6N1lWSZ4/s320/DSCF2434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our "Tooth Fairy" requested that Kayley put her baby teeth in a special box so that she could be sure not to miss any.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has now lost two teeth.&amp;nbsp; She asked me point blank if I was the Tooth Fairy.&amp;nbsp; I asked her what she thought the answer was.&amp;nbsp; She said that she was pretty sure I was.&amp;nbsp; I didn't deny it.&amp;nbsp; My little girl, 6 going on 16.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7720919772123951540?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7720919772123951540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7720919772123951540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7720919772123951540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7720919772123951540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-visit-from-tooth-fairy.html' title='First Visit From the &quot;Tooth Fairy&quot;'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SuXUN6IUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gI7TaAZ-jOE/s72-c/DSCF2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7505291008691374101</id><published>2009-10-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:02:04.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear World Fun</title><content type='html'>At the end of July we went up to Idaho Falls to attend my niece's wedding.  While we were there, we decided to go play at Bear World.  It is a place that you can drive through and see the bears (thus the name), Elk, wolves, and other animals typically found in the wild in Yellowstone.  I read that the bears there are mostly bears that have been in films, the circus etc... and their offspring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have a pond where you can feed the fish, a petting zoo, and kiddie rides that are all included in the admission price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePPmlxeXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cmbdfBAgM1Y/s1600-h/DSCF2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePPmlxeXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cmbdfBAgM1Y/s320/DSCF2516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432977391876466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePPA8UM9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RAbxzLKpaYE/s1600-h/DSCF2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePPA8UM9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RAbxzLKpaYE/s320/DSCF2563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432967285879762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Kayley waiting not so patiently for the ride to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePOYwhpyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SjQcaECwmsM/s1600-h/DSCF2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePOYwhpyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SjQcaECwmsM/s320/DSCF2532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432956499011362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is playing the part of papa bear.  Brad had to work, so he didn't get to come with us.  Laurie is playing the mama bear with Kayley and Jonathan as the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePN1fXNYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/w9pGeJz74d4/s1600-h/DSCF2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePN1fXNYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/w9pGeJz74d4/s320/DSCF2558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432947031782786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Laurie came and played with us.  She is a lot of fun.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePNWuZ24I/AAAAAAAAAVA/ijl6QCFELgQ/s1600-h/DSCF2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePNWuZ24I/AAAAAAAAAVA/ijl6QCFELgQ/s320/DSCF2546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388432938773371778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan kept calling the deer Bambi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7505291008691374101?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7505291008691374101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7505291008691374101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7505291008691374101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7505291008691374101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/bear-world-fun.html' title='Bear World Fun'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SsePPmlxeXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cmbdfBAgM1Y/s72-c/DSCF2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5508965650796140857</id><published>2009-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:34:22.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back (Finally)</title><content type='html'>This summer has been spent mostly in trying to get my knee to behave.  Lame I know, but it definitely wasn't at the top of my list until it had to be.  It is still not behaving totally, but the time has come to just exercise it when I can and just get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is time to get on with the show.  It's nice to be back.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5508965650796140857?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5508965650796140857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5508965650796140857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5508965650796140857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5508965650796140857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-back-finally.html' title='We&apos;re Back (Finally)'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-193991581540294015</id><published>2009-07-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:22:05.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vallassis Red Plum Coupons Newspaper'/><title type='text'>Say It Isn't So Valassis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SmIYtGkry2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/lPcccTUbAvA/s1600-h/SharedMailPackage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SmIYtGkry2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/lPcccTUbAvA/s320/SharedMailPackage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359873669661969250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out yesterday that Valassis is planning to pull out all of their coupon  inserts out newspapers.  I am a coupon shopper and have saved my family countless dollars using them.  In the process we have tried and now love tons of products that we had never tried before.  I personally get two Sunday papers for this very reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the statement by Thomas Murray of the Valassis Corporation, which owns RedPlum, issued a press release stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Starting in February, the RedPlum coupon booklet will now be delivered in Cleveland through consumers' mailboxes along with their weekly grocery circulars and other savings and deals. By using direct mail, the RedPlum insert will now be able to reach almost twice as many Cleveland households as in the past. In these challenging economic times, it has never been more important to make these essential savings available to as many Clevelanders as possible so they can stretch the dollars in their wallets." -Thomas Murray, Vice President and General Manager of Free Standing Inserts for the Valassis Corporation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may reach more people theoretically it does not do much to help the many families that buy in bulk using multiple coupons to keep their families afloat.  I know of several moms who buy 5 or more newspapers because of the amounts that their family consumes and or stocks up on.  The newspaper industry is struggling anyway as are many grocery stores.  The Red Plum inserts being taken away via newspaper subscriptions will only put more nails into their coffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This company has coupons online, but I don't know if that will continue.  Many people who have relied on these coupons do not have access to the internet and or a printer. I found out this sad sad news from a fantastic website that I frequent called Pinching Your Pennies.  It is a great resource for families that are just eeking by to make the best of their resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that Valassis will reconsider their decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-193991581540294015?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/193991581540294015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=193991581540294015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/193991581540294015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/193991581540294015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-it-isnt-so-valassis.html' title='Say It Isn&apos;t So Valassis'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SmIYtGkry2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/lPcccTUbAvA/s72-c/SharedMailPackage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1726338138852365061</id><published>2009-06-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:56:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YVkqAfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/q2QliNSKbZM/s1600-h/safe_image.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YVkqAfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/q2QliNSKbZM/s320/safe_image.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871622865453554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YM7qi4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/nv6Pi-goMD4/s1600-h/Messy+Kayley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YM7qi4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/nv6Pi-goMD4/s320/Messy+Kayley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871620546038658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YGPxWqI/AAAAAAAAATs/kuS5Lp28SNM/s1600-h/Doll+Marci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YGPxWqI/AAAAAAAAATs/kuS5Lp28SNM/s320/Doll+Marci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871618751322786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4XxMJ-BI/AAAAAAAAATk/BuBHd73OptU/s1600-h/Cowboy+Brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4XxMJ-BI/AAAAAAAAATk/BuBHd73OptU/s320/Cowboy+Brad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871613099014162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4XjCGGNI/AAAAAAAAATc/v58ShXg41TM/s1600-h/Big+Jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4XjCGGNI/AAAAAAAAATc/v58ShXg41TM/s320/Big+Jonathan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871609298720978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These unique pictures were created by my SIL.  Enjoy!  lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1726338138852365061?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1726338138852365061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1726338138852365061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1726338138852365061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1726338138852365061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/silly-pictures.html' title='Silly Pictures'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Skk4YVkqAfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/q2QliNSKbZM/s72-c/safe_image.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5593451813835366265</id><published>2009-06-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:22:40.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toshiba Laptop Satallite'/><title type='text'>Back to Cyberland  :D</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we bought our very first laptop as a family.  We have really enjoyed it so far.  I hope that I never take for granted the mobility of our laptop and wireless internet.  I love being able to show my parents pictures that family have sent us without them (or me) having to trek up and down our stairs.  It is a beautiful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/toshiba%20laptop" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq41/ALIFEBYDESIGN/shon1.jpg" border="0" alt="Toshiba Satellite For Sale!!! - $379 Location: Near Buckhead Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5593451813835366265?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5593451813835366265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5593451813835366265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5593451813835366265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5593451813835366265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-cyberland-d.html' title='Back to Cyberland  :D'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-3550596822940192307</id><published>2009-06-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:51:25.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Officially a Gonner ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/computer%20broken" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc5/rkwagner98/computer.jpg" border="0" alt="broken computer Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my computer has been trying to retire for several months now.  It has finally gotten its wish.  I hope to be able to replace it with a Macbook, but we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-3550596822940192307?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3550596822940192307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=3550596822940192307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3550596822940192307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3550596822940192307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-officially-gonner.html' title='It&apos;s Officially a Gonner ...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4769157409280223697</id><published>2009-05-26T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:11:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately I've ...</title><content type='html'>learned a lot about myself.  This has come mostly from my experiences trying to recover and move past knee surgury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A "crutch" can be really helpful right after you experience a trauma in your life, but it does more harm than good if you hold onto it too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can still accomplish most of the things I need to in my everyday life.  It just might take longer and require some interesting tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can do a pretty awesome Frankenstein's Monster impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm getting better at being on the receiving end of meals, child care etc...  I do still prefer to be the giver though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can still keep my kids in line (for some reason they keep trying to take advantage of the situation), I just have to rely on innovative techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My hubby and parents are real troopers and I'm very blessed and lucky to have them in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4769157409280223697?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4769157409280223697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4769157409280223697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4769157409280223697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4769157409280223697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/lately-ive.html' title='Lately I&apos;ve ...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4672689901175231668</id><published>2009-05-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:23:11.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed Time Stories Movie Popcorn'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Story Jammy Party</title><content type='html'>For Family Home Evening (We try dedicated one night each week to spending quality time together.) we decided to have movie/slumber party complete with popcorn of cours.  The kids totally dug the idea.  What did we watch?  Bedtime Stories of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7Gg-rJWI/AAAAAAAAATU/NHCQm2O00OQ/s1600-h/April+2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7Gg-rJWI/AAAAAAAAATU/NHCQm2O00OQ/s320/April+2009+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339152710109963618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7GbN1ClI/AAAAAAAAATM/DTegPkzeQo8/s1600-h/April+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7GbN1ClI/AAAAAAAAATM/DTegPkzeQo8/s320/April+2009+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339152708562913874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily looking slightly like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7F2KEvsI/AAAAAAAAATE/oshxWt-St7w/s1600-h/April+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7F2KEvsI/AAAAAAAAATE/oshxWt-St7w/s320/April+2009+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339152698615054018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in their jammies w/ daddy in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4672689901175231668?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4672689901175231668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4672689901175231668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4672689901175231668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4672689901175231668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/bedtime-story-jammy-party.html' title='Bedtime Story Jammy Party'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Shh7Gg-rJWI/AAAAAAAAATU/NHCQm2O00OQ/s72-c/April+2009+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4305422507027875906</id><published>2009-05-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:09:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxB0WgwweI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l-OqAJyOTX0/s1600-h/April+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxB0WgwweI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l-OqAJyOTX0/s320/April+2009+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712026179191266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxB0NQ5YhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bp4PXg6WChQ/s1600-h/April+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxB0NQ5YhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bp4PXg6WChQ/s320/April+2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712023696728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBzzspoCI/AAAAAAAAASs/ns63SsCpmkk/s1600-h/April+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBzzspoCI/AAAAAAAAASs/ns63SsCpmkk/s320/April+2009+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712016833814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBziH0AYI/AAAAAAAAASk/fszxi2lTL1s/s1600-h/April+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBziH0AYI/AAAAAAAAASk/fszxi2lTL1s/s320/April+2009+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712012115902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBzcUBKGI/AAAAAAAAASc/MjAIF4OaquM/s1600-h/April+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxBzcUBKGI/AAAAAAAAASc/MjAIF4OaquM/s320/April+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712010556483682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4305422507027875906?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4305422507027875906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4305422507027875906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4305422507027875906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4305422507027875906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter-pictures-at-last.html' title='Easter Pictures at Last'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgxB0WgwweI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l-OqAJyOTX0/s72-c/April+2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6310477594074757451</id><published>2009-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:40:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marci's Stats According to Kayley</title><content type='html'>In preschool, they talked about how great mothers are (I really like that subject.).  They asked the kids some questions about their mothers.  The bold print words and numbers were her answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt; years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Moms favorites color is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's favorite food is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom loves to go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to her mom and dad's house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom weighs &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's best friend is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom loves it when I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wash the dishes with her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6310477594074757451?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6310477594074757451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6310477594074757451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6310477594074757451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6310477594074757451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/marcis-stats-according-to-kayley.html' title='Marci&apos;s Stats According to Kayley'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4799736558694590833</id><published>2009-05-05T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:24:00.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up With Kids Enchanted'/><title type='text'>The Academy Award Goes To....</title><content type='html'>Kayley and Jonathan have been taking a theater class through an organization called Up With Kids.  They have learned all about staging, singing, dancing, cooperation, and so many other things.  After all of those classes, they got to perform their production, "Enchanted...starring YOU!) for Woodstock Elementary and then for all of the people they invited at Bonneville Junior High.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCMVeRZcNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Cvxg2gmK-IU/s1600-h/April+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCMVeRZcNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Cvxg2gmK-IU/s320/April+2009+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332416259337842898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They are the two little "coneheads" on the far right of the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords, they had the presentation of the Academy Award.  It turns out they all won one.  They were each presented with a statue that resembled Oscar.  Jonathan couldn't keep his eyes off of it.  He still carries it around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNFlSXHaI/AAAAAAAAASE/5G_bPPn5Rqw/s1600-h/April+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNFlSXHaI/AAAAAAAAASE/5G_bPPn5Rqw/s320/April+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332417085854653858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNMGg9o4I/AAAAAAAAASM/wApG9LnEVE0/s1600-h/April+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNMGg9o4I/AAAAAAAAASM/wApG9LnEVE0/s320/April+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332417197853483906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was studying his award as we were leaving McDonald's (Guess who got to pick the restaurant after the performance.) and exclaimed, "He has a golden bum!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNRslCyII/AAAAAAAAASU/40GIYzKIJpU/s1600-h/April+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCNRslCyII/AAAAAAAAASU/40GIYzKIJpU/s320/April+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332417293970491522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4799736558694590833?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4799736558694590833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4799736558694590833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4799736558694590833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4799736558694590833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/academy-award-goes-to.html' title='The Academy Award Goes To....'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SgCMVeRZcNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Cvxg2gmK-IU/s72-c/April+2009+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7635096034590517386</id><published>2009-04-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:21:45.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Splash</title><content type='html'>We like to do things that are a little bit different or quirky around here sometimes.  One of our favorites is the H2O Easter Egg Hunt/Easter Egg Splash at the Murray Rec Center.  This is our second year doing it.  In case you were wondering, and I know you were, they do not actually put candy in these Easter Eggs.  Afterwords, they show their stash of Easter Eggs to the staff and they get a bag of candy.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoGxuHk58I/AAAAAAAAARM/mpkZi9pqABc/s1600-h/April+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoGxuHk58I/AAAAAAAAARM/mpkZi9pqABc/s320/April+2009+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580560209569730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayley, Jonathan, and their friend Logan checking out their stashes before they get to play in the swimming pool during the open plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoHTyEqp0I/AAAAAAAAARU/zQcNB9-dl_s/s1600-h/April+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoHTyEqp0I/AAAAAAAAARU/zQcNB9-dl_s/s320/April+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581145386657602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got their attention.  Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoH4zGNy-I/AAAAAAAAARk/TvYTeM09yf8/s1600-h/April+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoH4zGNy-I/AAAAAAAAARk/TvYTeM09yf8/s320/April+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581781316750306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot Kayley?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7635096034590517386?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7635096034590517386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7635096034590517386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7635096034590517386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7635096034590517386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-splash.html' title='Easter Egg Splash'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfoGxuHk58I/AAAAAAAAARM/mpkZi9pqABc/s72-c/April+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8432752501342580853</id><published>2009-04-29T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:11:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***WARNING*** Graphic Medical Pictures!!!!!</title><content type='html'>That having been said.  Here are a few pictures of my knee at one week after surgery.  If you are sqeemish, turn back now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kayley trying out my crutches on for size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfikSeW7uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sL3VUWxl4JI/s1600-h/April+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfikSeW7uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sL3VUWxl4JI/s320/April+2009+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330190796286834898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfikhuT9Z5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4s45SFtXba4/s1600-h/April+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfikhuT9Z5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4s45SFtXba4/s320/April+2009+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330191058267367314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my actual leg looks like in my "immobilizer" that I get to where for another month.  YIPPEE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Sfik9Q_KBNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TMDth2PQGr0/s1600-h/April+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/Sfik9Q_KBNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TMDth2PQGr0/s320/April+2009+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330191531431822546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what my leg looks like now.  I do bruise easily, but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfilUPLwiXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Y17637088Fw/s1600-h/April+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfilUPLwiXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Y17637088Fw/s320/April+2009+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330191926084798834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfillgW8siI/AAAAAAAAARA/oafpVaqbwN8/s1600-h/April+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfillgW8siI/AAAAAAAAARA/oafpVaqbwN8/s320/April+2009+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330192222752911906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8432752501342580853?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8432752501342580853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8432752501342580853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8432752501342580853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8432752501342580853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-graphic-medical-pictures.html' title='***WARNING*** Graphic Medical Pictures!!!!!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfikSeW7uNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sL3VUWxl4JI/s72-c/April+2009+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5864446067804543495</id><published>2009-04-27T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:00:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Knee Surgery</title><content type='html'>I had knee surgery last Monday (April 20th.  I actually had injured my knee for the eighth time about this time last year.  Since my last injury I had been wearing a brace that looked very much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfY3zlgTbnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gimr2w-pxcc/s1600-h/DonJoy+Knee+Brace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfY3zlgTbnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gimr2w-pxcc/s320/DonJoy+Knee+Brace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329508568420019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brace that I am now supposed to wear for a month looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfY4EGplalI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QMw_ClOA7Vk/s1600-h/donjoybasicimmmini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 55px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfY4EGplalI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QMw_ClOA7Vk/s320/donjoybasicimmmini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329508852195224146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little bit annoying because I have to mostly walk with a straight leg.  When I wear it under pants it looks really funny.  I then refer to my re-cooperating leg as my "Michelin Man" leg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now walk with the use of one crutch.  Kayley has been trying hard to make my crutches "fit" her.  Her solution is to use the hand holds as her arm rests.  I will try to get a picture of it for you.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5864446067804543495?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5864446067804543495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5864446067804543495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5864446067804543495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5864446067804543495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventures-in-knee-surgery.html' title='Adventures in Knee Surgery'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SfY3zlgTbnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gimr2w-pxcc/s72-c/DonJoy+Knee+Brace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8266124178221684622</id><published>2009-04-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:11:51.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah for Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>I have always been a major fan of the underdog.  It is just part of who I am.  I couldn't help cheering when I saw the video of Susan on Britain's Got Talent.  She did not give off the best first impression.  Most people were seen sneering and thinking that she had no business being there.  Boy did she show them!  Good for you Susan.  If you want to check it out you can see it on YouTube following this link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9z0h1NNk1Ik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8266124178221684622?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8266124178221684622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8266124178221684622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8266124178221684622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8266124178221684622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurrah-for-susan-boyle.html' title='Hurrah for Susan Boyle'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1331706094471489597</id><published>2009-04-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:49:28.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>On St. Patrick's Day, our local The Discovery Gateway Children's Museum let us (and anyone else who wanted to) discover all the fun things it has to offer for free.  Kayley had been there before with her Aunt Kim, but it was my first time.  What an amazing place it is!  I took a few million pictures while I was there.  I won't bore you with all of the them, but here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgJ8Q81sNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YxKpX662w_o/s1600-h/DSCF2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgJ8Q81sNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YxKpX662w_o/s320/DSCF2123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321013890685186258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayley and the rock wall.  She kept on wanted to try it until she was satisfied with what she could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgKXH6vL2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/5IvLRJP3IzE/s1600-h/DSCF2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgKXH6vL2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/5IvLRJP3IzE/s320/DSCF2128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321014352116920162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random cool jeep that you could pretend to put gas into.  Jonathan and Kayley just thought that it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgK4mVVxTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GDRKZwqDIbk/s1600-h/DSCF2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgK4mVVxTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GDRKZwqDIbk/s320/DSCF2150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321014927217247538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the "grocery store" they had set up for the kids to experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgLys0dFzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ufty6l54Zys/s1600-h/DSCF2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgLys0dFzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ufty6l54Zys/s320/DSCF2158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321015925390776114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they got to use teamwork to help "build" structures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgMHAhygoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KueSh_OasuM/s1600-h/DSCF2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgMHAhygoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KueSh_OasuM/s320/DSCF2166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321016274278580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in a structure that resembled a beehive.  The kids loved it because you could send balls into these tubes where they would go flying off.  The bonus is that you would get hit with a small blast of air.  This of course, was Kayley's favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgM6riSCfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9v3yps8taOg/s1600-h/DSCF2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgM6riSCfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9v3yps8taOg/s320/DSCF2174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321017161996700146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this cool defuct helicopter that the kids could explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgNSZfnIXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OnGJdTZG3Xk/s1600-h/DSCF2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgNSZfnIXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OnGJdTZG3Xk/s320/DSCF2179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321017569470521714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a "Mad Scientist" making "Leprechaun's Brew".  The kid's found this absolutely fastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgNwNKYbBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MIFeN3HAyFA/s1600-h/DSCF2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgNwNKYbBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MIFeN3HAyFA/s320/DSCF2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321018081556327442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan had fun building with these unusual blocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1331706094471489597?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1331706094471489597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1331706094471489597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1331706094471489597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1331706094471489597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-wonderful-chilrens-museum.html' title='Our Wonderful Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SdgJ8Q81sNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YxKpX662w_o/s72-c/DSCF2123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8433699004401141337</id><published>2009-03-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:56:13.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm Grateful For...</title><content type='html'>Today hasn't been a particularly wonderful day, but still there is a lot I have to be grateful for.  Here are a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A shed to put our fruit trees in on this SNOWY spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we didn't plan our fruit trees already thus they are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home before doing errands, so Jonathan's pull up blow out happened at home.  (Sorry if that's TMI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a childproof lock on our door so that Jonathan couldn't open the door for the person that rang the doorbell during my bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that it was just our next door neighbor and they phoned me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for baths in general (I must say though that I miss the uninterrupted kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm clothes on this very chilly day have been much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm grateful to have yummy cinnamon rolls to eat that my wonderful husband made for us yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8433699004401141337?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8433699004401141337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8433699004401141337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8433699004401141337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8433699004401141337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-im-grateful-for.html' title='Today I&apos;m Grateful For...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-3240760877865245022</id><published>2009-03-21T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:28:44.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMhBnLQBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9E1M7EmZ1T8/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMhBnLQBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9E1M7EmZ1T8/s320/DSC02983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315879802921238546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMSEwTedI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MyN6HI-dRjk/s1600-h/DSC02952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMSEwTedI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MyN6HI-dRjk/s320/DSC02952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315879546066794962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMHobVzNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yXrMPjyYrBM/s1600-h/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMHobVzNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yXrMPjyYrBM/s320/DSC02959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315879366663982290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXLuyxRxII/AAAAAAAAAOw/o1dk9zEWgYI/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXLuyxRxII/AAAAAAAAAOw/o1dk9zEWgYI/s320/DSC02990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315878939943617666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXLGDol15I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fsDqzhrn8eM/s1600-h/DSC03004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXLGDol15I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fsDqzhrn8eM/s320/DSC03004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315878240095950738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would add a few more "recent" pictures.  They were taken four weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-3240760877865245022?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3240760877865245022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=3240760877865245022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3240760877865245022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3240760877865245022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXMhBnLQBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9E1M7EmZ1T8/s72-c/DSC02983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-3631989275966240944</id><published>2009-03-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:20:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXIQV87t4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gvOZRwZZ0nA/s1600-h/DSC03015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXIQV87t4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gvOZRwZZ0nA/s320/DSC03015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875118276917122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXIChFw5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uGdi-ZEJxrQ/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXIChFw5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uGdi-ZEJxrQ/s320/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874880748578194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXHx3pBaKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LAmLPlN5f9Y/s1600-h/DSC03040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXHx3pBaKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LAmLPlN5f9Y/s320/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874594744264866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXHAdXpTeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzmJI6Dqnr8/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXHAdXpTeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kzmJI6Dqnr8/s320/DSC03049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315873745878470114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXGeIL8DJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hLys5jURbqs/s1600-h/DSC02944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXGeIL8DJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hLys5jURbqs/s320/DSC02944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315873156076670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that it had been almost a month since our last post.  It is late, so I will refrain from saying a lot, but I thought that you might enjoy a few more recent pictures of our family.  These were taken four weeks ago.  I will add some more soon.  Emily slept through most of the picture taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-3631989275966240944?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3631989275966240944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=3631989275966240944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3631989275966240944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3631989275966240944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/ScXIQV87t4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gvOZRwZZ0nA/s72-c/DSC03015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6418519667055832838</id><published>2009-03-21T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:54:44.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respond if you Dare</title><content type='html'>The first three people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It'll be done this year (anytime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You have no clue what it's going to be. It may something I sew or take a picture of, or something I paint. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who do the same on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did, win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6418519667055832838?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6418519667055832838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6418519667055832838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6418519667055832838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6418519667055832838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/03/respond-if-you-dare.html' title='Respond if you Dare'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8242486789631008176</id><published>2009-02-20T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:50:25.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Precious Emily</title><content type='html'>Little Emily Anne Olson was born on February 3rd at 9:08 PM.  Our little girl was only 5 lb. and 15 oz. when she was born, but true to her genes she was 20 inches long.  She is very healthy and we absolutely adore her.  At her two week appointment, she weighed in at 6 lb. and 3 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures that we have taken of her with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lh3Y-njI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xGqfNnOBVzM/s1600-h/Emily+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lh3Y-njI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xGqfNnOBVzM/s320/Emily+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305000149800361522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lasbKuRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hVdCk_yWOMM/s1600-h/Emily+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lasbKuRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hVdCk_yWOMM/s320/Emily+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305000026597669138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lUpTB69I/AAAAAAAAALs/Mk1TLtJOvXg/s1600-h/Emily2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lUpTB69I/AAAAAAAAALs/Mk1TLtJOvXg/s320/Emily2+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304999922679016402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lOBkbOkI/AAAAAAAAALk/j8y9MdLGA_A/s1600-h/Emily2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lOBkbOkI/AAAAAAAAALk/j8y9MdLGA_A/s320/Emily2+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304999808935344706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8242486789631008176?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8242486789631008176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8242486789631008176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8242486789631008176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8242486789631008176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-precious-emily.html' title='Our Precious Emily'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SZ8lh3Y-njI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xGqfNnOBVzM/s72-c/Emily+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8758836994258880296</id><published>2009-01-28T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:56:58.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It Will Be on or Before Feb. 3rd</title><content type='html'>I had a doctor's appointment on Monday.  My doctor is sure that she could come at any moment.  He also let me know that he will be gone from Feb. 6th to Feb. 14th for a medical convention.  My due date is Feb. 5th. I prefer to go unmedicated, but I decided to schedule a day to be induced because I really would prefer to have my doctor be there. I will keep you posted on how everything turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8758836994258880296?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8758836994258880296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8758836994258880296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8758836994258880296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8758836994258880296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-it-will-be-on-or-before-feb-3rd.html' title='So, It Will Be on or Before Feb. 3rd'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-3256630406439605350</id><published>2009-01-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:24:44.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PB &amp; J Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/peanut%20butter%20and%20jelly" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p161/angie_1846/kewt.png" border="0" alt="peanut butter and jelly Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  I confess!  I was eating one with my kids the other day and marveling at how much it made me feel like a kid again.  It was a nice little break from my mommy reality.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-3256630406439605350?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3256630406439605350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=3256630406439605350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3256630406439605350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/3256630406439605350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/pb-j-love.html' title='PB &amp; J Love'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1283813861416432537</id><published>2009-01-15T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:18:19.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing Bellies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pregnant" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd51/HanlieB/PREG.jpg" border="0" alt="pregnant Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan likes to "see" Emily by having me uncover my belly.  He loves to watch her move around.  Yesterday, he told me that he had a baby too.  Her name is Cindy.  He pooched his little belly out and wanted me to kiss and hug "his baby".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1283813861416432537?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1283813861416432537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1283813861416432537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1283813861416432537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1283813861416432537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/comparing-bellies.html' title='Comparing Bellies'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7006136791302228934</id><published>2009-01-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:04:31.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/clock" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c336/Artwithinthyself/th837028a8.gif" border="0" alt="clock icon Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I should be grateful that the sleepness nights are just beginning.  It seems like I experienced them much sooner in the other two pregnancies.  The baby and my practice contractions took turns keeping me up last night.  I'm not sure how much sleep I was able to get in between, but I am guessing that it might have been about two and a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this too shall pass.  Then I will have a little one that vocally keep me awake.  lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7006136791302228934?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7006136791302228934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7006136791302228934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7006136791302228934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7006136791302228934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4230864936930555645</id><published>2008-12-23T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:32:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmMDhAkKI/AAAAAAAAALc/7uG-I6OCeM0/s1600-h/CU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmMDhAkKI/AAAAAAAAALc/7uG-I6OCeM0/s320/CU2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975457682165922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmF1NfjNI/AAAAAAAAALU/nm3MlAavVlY/s1600-h/CU3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmF1NfjNI/AAAAAAAAALU/nm3MlAavVlY/s320/CU3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975350762998994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmB8iMn7I/AAAAAAAAALM/5eYo2bE29x4/s1600-h/CU1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmB8iMn7I/AAAAAAAAALM/5eYo2bE29x4/s320/CU1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975284009410482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we went to see "Christmas Utah".  This has become a tradition in our family.  There is a guy named Marty who creates this fantastic display every year.  He decorates his lawn and home then arranges it so that a local radio station plays the songs that synchronize with his light display so that you can tune in and listen in front of their house.  The wonderful thing is that it is so close to where we live.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the songs are the same every year because they are favorites, but there is always something new to see.  If you notice in the picture of the house, "Santa" makes several appearances at the window.  I think they have a tv positioned right in front of the window with a video on loop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jonathan was absolutely fascinated with "Santa's" appearances.  He kept on waving wildly at him and asking him to come out.  He insisted that he had something that he needed to tell him.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a few videos of the songs posted on their website.  To see the videos or to get directions on how to go see it yourself, visit:  http://www.christmasutah.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4230864936930555645?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christmasutah.com' title='Christmas Utah'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4230864936930555645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4230864936930555645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4230864936930555645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4230864936930555645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-utah.html' title='Christmas Utah'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SVDmMDhAkKI/AAAAAAAAALc/7uG-I6OCeM0/s72-c/CU2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8175266156131665524</id><published>2008-12-18T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:22:47.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/one%20word" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/wangnoni/pics049.jpg" border="0" alt="one word: love Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rules: Answer the questions with one word only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were is your cell phone? purse&lt;br /&gt;Were is your significant other? home&lt;br /&gt;You're hair color? brown&lt;br /&gt;You're favorite thing? hugs&lt;br /&gt;You're dream last night? none&lt;br /&gt;You're life dream/goal? happiness&lt;br /&gt;The room your in? computer&lt;br /&gt;You're hobby? reading&lt;br /&gt;You're fear? snakes&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;What your not? short&lt;br /&gt;One of you're wish list items? jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? laundry&lt;br /&gt;What you are wearing: clothes&lt;br /&gt;You're TV? old&lt;br /&gt;You're pet? none&lt;br /&gt;You're computer? faulty&lt;br /&gt;You're mood? relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? brothers&lt;br /&gt;Something your NOT wearing? shoes&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? absolutely&lt;br /&gt;You're fave color? blue&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried? month&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other's hair: missing&lt;br /&gt;You're life in one word: Yicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's you're turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8175266156131665524?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8175266156131665524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8175266156131665524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8175266156131665524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8175266156131665524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-word-tag.html' title='One Word Tag'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4417601560395617729</id><published>2008-12-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:29:37.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayley Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SUsFZZTWNuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BYMOf81Jbao/s1600-h/December+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SUsFZZTWNuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BYMOf81Jbao/s320/December+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281320921868941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayley's Christmas Preschool Program was today.  This is the second year that she has attended this preschool.  It was fun to compare it to the one that she was in last year.  Last year she stood board straight and looked out at the audience to see what they were doing.  She would sing a few words here or there, but she looked like she could think of several other places she would rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year she was singing right along and was trying hard to keep up with the "choreography".  She even did some of it before anyone else, and you could tell that it reminded the teacher that she had forgotten that part.  lol!  Such a change!  It is amazing what a difference a year can make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, of course, is the tallest one in the picture.  Surprise, surprise.  It doesn't help that she is the oldest either because her birthday is right after the cutoff for kindergarten here.  Oh well.  She loves her preschool, so that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SUsG9pFojyI/AAAAAAAAALE/SmGkgO1AruU/s1600-h/December+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SUsG9pFojyI/AAAAAAAAALE/SmGkgO1AruU/s320/December+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281322644093308706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4417601560395617729?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4417601560395617729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4417601560395617729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4417601560395617729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4417601560395617729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/kayley-unplugged.html' title='Kayley Unplugged'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SUsFZZTWNuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BYMOf81Jbao/s72-c/December+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6328981006045879523</id><published>2008-12-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:19:58.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Moves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/music" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i474.photobucket.com/albums/rr108/hmd1522/MUSIC-3.jpg" border="0" alt="music Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting here listening to the music that I chose for my blog today.  Kayley came up and decided that she want to listen to music too, so she blasted classical music on her little radio.  I had to keep kicking her out of the room so that I could enjoy and sing along to MY songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got my mind going.  I found myself pondering why I wanted so badly to listen to the songs that I chose ALONE.  I realized that most of the songs have been fairly significant to me at different parts of my life.  They move my soul in one way or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found that I was grateful that my five year old has already developed an affinity for classical music.  I love that she loves it.  I now need to work on how to get her to listen to it at appropriate times and not at the top of her radio's volume.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6328981006045879523?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6328981006045879523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6328981006045879523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6328981006045879523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6328981006045879523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-moves-me.html' title='Music Moves Me'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1038743125936812841</id><published>2008-12-06T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:54:18.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STqR3ul0LMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pvoinpA0w0o/s1600-h/cutiesboxw214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STqR3ul0LMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pvoinpA0w0o/s320/cutiesboxw214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276690300003429570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a definite sweet tooth.  One of my favorite things about the winter is that my favorite fruit shows up in stores every where.  Have you tried the clementine Cuties?  We love them in our home.  Kayley and Jonathan would much rather eat one than have candy.  Now that is good incentive to keep them around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we decided to make one of my favorite things.  Apple Crisp a 'la mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STqR9zXywuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HjZYVXpEEuo/s1600-h/Apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STqR9zXywuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HjZYVXpEEuo/s320/Apples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276690404366009058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think to take a picture of it before we dug in.  Sorry about that.  Here is the recipe that we used (We double it and put it in a 9x13 casserole dish).  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan's Apple Crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Daily Meal Planner by Joan Day Brady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sifted flour&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup instant powdered milk&lt;br /&gt;3   tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1   teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, cold&lt;br /&gt;4   cups sliced pared tart apples&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Grease a shallow baking dish that can hold 6 cups.  Mix flour, powdered mild, 3 tablespoons sugar, nutmeg, salt, and 1 teaspoon cinnamon in a small bowl.  Add butter and blend with a fork (or pastry cutter) until crumbly.  Combine apples with 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon in a baking dish.  Sprinkle the crumb mixture on top of the apples.  Bake at 325 degrees for 45 minutes or until the apples are tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the apple crisp with natural vanilla Breyer's ice cream.  It was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1038743125936812841?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1038743125936812841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1038743125936812841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1038743125936812841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1038743125936812841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Two of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STqR3ul0LMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pvoinpA0w0o/s72-c/cutiesboxw214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-522771365474303169</id><published>2008-12-03T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:59:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone in Only Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STarsDokPvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HSRZO-3z5qw/s1600-h/Christmas+advent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STarsDokPvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HSRZO-3z5qw/s320/Christmas+advent.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275592786889162482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was checking my email today, my son was "cleaning out" his little paper advent calendar.  His sister caught him. Days 11, 14, and 18 were the only ones that were not yet opened.  The chocolate from all the rest had already disappeared into his stomach.  How's that for a healthy breakfast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, next year I will make sure that the calendar's are well out of the reach of our little people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-522771365474303169?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/522771365474303169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=522771365474303169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/522771365474303169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/522771365474303169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-in-only-three-days.html' title='Gone in Only Three Days'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STarsDokPvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HSRZO-3z5qw/s72-c/Christmas+advent.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5348977120753061310</id><published>2008-12-03T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:40:31.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Thankful for This Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STalkLnQF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PFgVve3zwMg/s1600-h/100_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STalkLnQF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PFgVve3zwMg/s320/100_0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275586054522410994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at about 6 1/2 months.  Thanksgiving put me in the mood to really contemplate the things that I am thankful for.  My pregnancy has not been perfect, but there is still a lot of things that have been good about the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have been fairly healthy and according to the ultrasounds our daughter is also very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Our baby is very active.  She especially gets excited when she hears her brother and sister playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My knee has been acting just about as well as can be expected under the circumstances.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm having a lot of fun planning and dreaming about what to do about the "girl's room" and Jonathan's room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It is fun to watch Jonathan and Kayley get excited about our new baby.  Jonathan especially seems to love "practicing" being a big brother to every baby that he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I live very close to the hospital that I will be delivering at.  My doctor's office is just 3 floors up from where I will deliver.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have family nearby that are willing and able to step in to help when I'm feeling not up to the tasks of the day.  It is comforting knowing that they are already excited to step in and help when little Emily arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My dear friends who are pregnant with me.  It has been comforting to be able to discuss how were are doing and to be able to relate to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I love seeing Brad get excited about our new little daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love getting Emily's things ready.  I'm enjoying washing her clothes and imaging what she will look like in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5348977120753061310?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5348977120753061310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5348977120753061310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5348977120753061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5348977120753061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-im-thankful-for-this-pregnancy.html' title='Things I&apos;m Thankful for This Pregnancy'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/STalkLnQF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PFgVve3zwMg/s72-c/100_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1135107251844857017</id><published>2008-11-25T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:00:35.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Unpause Button?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSxYbacl6qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PY9ghnLqE_k/s1600-h/remote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSxYbacl6qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PY9ghnLqE_k/s320/remote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272686491722967714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm pregnant and all but I am really sick of having my brain be on "pause" today.  I had to go back into my house THREE times before I ran my errands this morning because I couldn't manage to make it out the door with everything I needed the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been pretty funny to watch, if I wasn't the one experiencing it.  Thankfully, my children have gotten used to "scattered brained" mom and it didn't phase them at all.  Sigh.  This too shall pass, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1135107251844857017?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1135107251844857017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1135107251844857017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1135107251844857017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1135107251844857017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-unpause-button.html' title='Where&apos;s the Unpause Button?'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSxYbacl6qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PY9ghnLqE_k/s72-c/remote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4917016920129678155</id><published>2008-11-24T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:26:44.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your "Hut on Fire"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SStFWmwvctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTzMfubAW7A/s1600-h/hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SStFWmwvctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTzMfubAW7A/s320/hut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272384043431719634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from a good friend lately.  I thought I should share it in case if any of you are feeling discouraged and could use a little lift.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR HUT'S ON FIRE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moral of This Story:   It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4917016920129678155?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4917016920129678155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4917016920129678155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4917016920129678155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4917016920129678155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-your-hut-on-fire.html' title='Is Your &quot;Hut on Fire&quot;?'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SStFWmwvctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTzMfubAW7A/s72-c/hut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-114398346837259145</id><published>2008-11-19T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:46:36.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSQzYxovSjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHM_mhtq7ic/s1600-h/dream-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSQzYxovSjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHM_mhtq7ic/s320/dream-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393964664408626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love where I live.  I love how close we are to freeway access, but how far we are from any dangerously busy streets.  I love that we are near just about any store that I would like/need to go to.  I love our neighbors!  I love our backyard.  I love almost everything about our house.  However, I do find myself wishing that we could change some things and add other features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of "Dream Improvements":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mudroom &lt;/span&gt;- Anyone with children will know why this would be a wonderful room to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wider rooms&lt;/span&gt;-  Our house is fairly narrow.  I think that two feet added onto the front and back of the house would make a HUGE difference.  There are only so many ways that you can rearrange furniture in a narrow home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Floor Laundry Room&lt;/span&gt;-  Our bedrooms are upstairs, our "laundry room" is downstairs.  It didn't seem like a problem for awhile, but now that I am pregnant and I have a bum knee I find that the situation can be rather daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Dining Room&lt;/span&gt;-  Our kitchen table barely fits in the kitchen.  It would be nice to have a room just for eating so that the kids would be less inclined to sneak around the corner with their food and try to eat in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Kitchen Cabinets&lt;/span&gt;- We have a dishwasher that is "portable" and hooks up to the sink.  I dream of one day being able to build it into new cabinets (It is full sized and fairly new) and of having more cabinet storage than I know what to do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my major dreams concerning the home.  In the meantime, we will go on enjoying being in our home.  After all it is the love that makes a house a home, not the actual structure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-114398346837259145?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/114398346837259145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=114398346837259145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/114398346837259145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/114398346837259145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dreamin.html' title='Just a Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SSQzYxovSjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHM_mhtq7ic/s72-c/dream-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5859092871596365707</id><published>2008-10-30T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:03:08.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpOMlojJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vv_nqQQ1jUE/s1600-h/100_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpOMlojJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vv_nqQQ1jUE/s320/100_0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263105092703430482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and the "not scary haunted house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNxEqxTiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z7GF0JwQ3zg/s1600-h/100_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNxEqxTiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z7GF0JwQ3zg/s320/100_0601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263104619997908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter the giant.  She is almost 4' tall and only 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNg_8DARI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EVmPAoz0gqI/s1600-h/100_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNg_8DARI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EVmPAoz0gqI/s320/100_0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263104343850287378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big he has gotten.  He will be 3 next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNNkvExeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ifVV7G-Nhbw/s1600-h/100_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpNNkvExeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ifVV7G-Nhbw/s320/100_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263104010130605538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayley, Jonathan, and my dad as "monsters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpMwCl1JqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NIO6TvLqPqk/s1600-h/100_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpMwCl1JqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NIO6TvLqPqk/s320/100_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263103502748821154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayley and the "Haunted House".  Jonathan wouldn't get anywhere near it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5859092871596365707?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5859092871596365707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5859092871596365707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5859092871596365707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5859092871596365707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SQpOMlojJ1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vv_nqQQ1jUE/s72-c/100_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-372047450489805144</id><published>2008-10-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:04:59.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Girl is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SPgzuIZ2MbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XKynldGOw3E/s1600-h/2007_0324Image0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SPgzuIZ2MbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XKynldGOw3E/s320/2007_0324Image0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258009432577946034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the very first time.  In some ways she is still very much my "little" girl, but in other ways she can be so grown up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Kayley watched me dealing with her little brother in the grocery store (Jonathan was in full blown stinker mode).  She said to me, "Sometimes being a mother is really hard huh."  I replied that it is, but that I love it.  She then asked me if it was fun sometimes.  I said it was, and she wanted some examples.  She paused for a moment and then said, "You know.  Sometimes it is hard to be a kid too."  She was almost shocked when I agreed and mentioned several things that can be hard about childhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different day, she insisted that I write down the phone number of the police (She has already memorized our phone number and grandma and grandpa's.  She likes to dial the numbers herself).  I thought that maybe it would be good for her to learn about 911, but then I had a feeling that she had an ulterior motive.  I decided to put her off for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving to the store, we passed a police car.  She said that she would like the police officer to take away her brother because he would not listen to HER.  I asked her if she thought the police should come and pick her up when she doesn't listen to me.  She didn't like that idea.  We then talked about what police officers actually do.  I still don't trust her with that number yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy Birthday my sweet daughter.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy+birthday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp64/tarakay_08/d69a4f6e0fd6bdc172408d4e1c333760.jpg" border="0" alt="happy birthday Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-372047450489805144?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/372047450489805144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=372047450489805144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/372047450489805144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/372047450489805144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-girl-is-5.html' title='Our Little Girl is 5!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SPgzuIZ2MbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XKynldGOw3E/s72-c/2007_0324Image0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8413458735408816283</id><published>2008-10-15T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:39:07.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lake+powell" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c264/azhavasuguy/Lake%20Powell/lakepowell1.jpg" border="0" alt="Lake Powell Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Lake Powell next Tuesday.  My husband had won a houseboat trip in May and now we are finally going to take it.  I'm a little nervous because I'm not in the best shape right now.  My knee still is working at about 85% of what it can normally do, and well as most of you know I'm quickly approaching being very pregnant.  It should still be really fun.  I may just have to cut back on all of the hiking that I want to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to Lake Powell, where was your favorite place to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8413458735408816283?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8413458735408816283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8413458735408816283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8413458735408816283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8413458735408816283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/10/lake-powell-trip.html' title='Lake Powell Trip'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c264/azhavasuguy/Lake%20Powell/th_lakepowell1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4258207466171818597</id><published>2008-09-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:48:05.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neal E. Boyd Has Real Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8oR91K7gZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8oR91K7gZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man sings with his whole soul.  How could you not love him?  I adore him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4258207466171818597?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4258207466171818597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4258207466171818597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4258207466171818597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4258207466171818597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/neal-boyd-has-real-heart.html' title='Neal E. Boyd Has Real Heart'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7042038657673012275</id><published>2008-09-24T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:09:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuttin But Strinz Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ti6ceK_cY2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ti6ceK_cY2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are incredible!  I'm so amazed at how they have developed their talents in such a unique and entertaining way.  I would be thrilled if they won.  I really like Neal too.  Their stories are just so compelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7042038657673012275?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7042038657673012275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7042038657673012275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7042038657673012275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7042038657673012275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuttin-but-strinz.html' title='Nuttin But Strinz Rocks'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-2908539447022891112</id><published>2008-09-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:30:03.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMahyLctKkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoJYEAYDs-w/s1600-h/2007_0910Image0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMahyLctKkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoJYEAYDs-w/s320/2007_0910Image0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056699558242882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera was having an identity crisis (I think it wanted to be an iPhone), so it wasn't working yesterday.  These pictures are actually from last year's trip to the fair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is K and J standing next to the "Little Hands on the Farm" exhibit.  It was really cool.  They take a basket and and apron and proceed through different parts of the "farm" doing chores.  They put the "products" of their labor into the basket.  At the end, they sort the things in their basket into their designated areas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMajZC_ozdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GeYu-Ww_qkA/s1600-h/2007_0910Image0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMajZC_ozdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GeYu-Ww_qkA/s320/2007_0910Image0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058466815364562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are then "paid" for their labors with a paper $1 coupon to be used in the "Farmer's Market".  They could chose from cereal, chips, apples, milk, cheese, and other food.  K chose strawberry milk and J chose chocolate milk.  They loved it!  The whole experience didn't even cost us any money.  The exhibit was totally free.  Cool huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMajoQGlhZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sddF2rdQOVg/s1600-h/2007_0910Image0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMajoQGlhZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sddF2rdQOVg/s320/2007_0910Image0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058728032208274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also loved riding the ponies.  I wish that I had been able to take a picture this year because K looked like a total natural while she was riding.  She still says that she wants to be a cowgirl and a vet when she grows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-2908539447022891112?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2908539447022891112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=2908539447022891112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2908539447022891112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2908539447022891112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/utah-state-fair.html' title='Utah State Fair'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SMahyLctKkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoJYEAYDs-w/s72-c/2007_0910Image0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1736299416592226378</id><published>2008-09-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:19:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/baby%20girl/MrsLynn_1985/babyfeet.jpg?o=34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm193/MrsLynn_1985/babyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL!  We had our ultrasound today.  Everything looks great except that the placenta is lying a little lower than they would like.  Also, they pushed back my due date to February 5th (It was January 29th.).  Oh well.  We actually expected that because my due date was also pushed back with our other two children too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter is SUPER excited that she will have a sister.  :D  Her little brother is just happy about the idea of not being the littlest anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1736299416592226378?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1736299416592226378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1736299416592226378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1736299416592226378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1736299416592226378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/its.html' title='It&apos;s a .....'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6904332334826145445</id><published>2008-08-07T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:19:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Flashlights Does It Take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJt013pyEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/go_zfjq5cR0/s1600-h/flashlight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJt013pyEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/go_zfjq5cR0/s320/flashlight2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231903860942049842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many flashlights do you think a family of four (soon to be five) needs.  Four?  Five? Ten at the most?  Well according to my husband, we do not have nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be too concerned though.  He counted them recently and we currently have 56 flashlights (not including our little LED keychains) spread through our our home and vehicles.  Oh, and we also have four lanterns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are probably asking yourself, yes they have plenty of flashlights; but do they have the batteries to go with them.  Mr. Emergency Preparedness (aka my husband) has also made sure that they all have fresh batteries plus he has enough batteries on hand at all times so that the majority of them have back up batteries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your power goes out, your welcome to borrow a flashlight or two, or ten.  My husband will be happy to lend them out, but he may be a little disappointed if your power is out and his is not. He'd hate to be missing out on the adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6904332334826145445?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6904332334826145445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6904332334826145445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6904332334826145445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6904332334826145445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-many-flashlights-does-it-take.html' title='How Many Flashlights Does It Take?'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJt013pyEjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/go_zfjq5cR0/s72-c/flashlight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-5201970573857609348</id><published>2008-08-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:04:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dog Ate Our Fiberoptic Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJtv7YmxMuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QIMKK5o4onw/s1600-h/2007_0719Image0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJtv7YmxMuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QIMKK5o4onw/s320/2007_0719Image0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231898458128986850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... no really he did. It's ok, you can laugh.  We laugh about it too now that it is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max ate a section of the cable sometime on Monday.  The result was that we were without a phone and the internet until about 1:30PM Wednesday.  Thankfully, Max seems to be fine after eating it, and they didn't charge us for the repair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-5201970573857609348?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5201970573857609348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=5201970573857609348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5201970573857609348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/5201970573857609348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-dog-ate-our-fiberoptic-cable.html' title='Our Dog Ate Our Fiberoptic Cable'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJtv7YmxMuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QIMKK5o4onw/s72-c/2007_0719Image0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-709776566140353294</id><published>2008-07-31T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:16:25.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJHkM9DJ47I/AAAAAAAAADo/XI_xghjiQ4c/s1600-h/swing-vote_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJHkM9DJ47I/AAAAAAAAADo/XI_xghjiQ4c/s320/swing-vote_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229211553551213490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to see a special screening of Swing Vote last night.  I actually liked the movie a lot more than I thought I would.  My big complaint about the movie is that Kevin Costner's character swears a lot.  It is part of who his character is, but still could be very offensive to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who plays his daughter was absolutely brilliant!  She was completely believable and absolutely adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie did have some very poignant moments and you may even find a tear or two sliding down you cheek as you watch it.  If you can stomach the profanity, I would definitely recommend that you go see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-709776566140353294?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/709776566140353294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=709776566140353294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/709776566140353294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/709776566140353294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/swing-vote.html' title='Swing Vote'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SJHkM9DJ47I/AAAAAAAAADo/XI_xghjiQ4c/s72-c/swing-vote_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1761210551756014109</id><published>2008-07-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:39:02.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Pocahantas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Pocahantas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1761210551756014109?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1761210551756014109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1761210551756014109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1761210551756014109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1761210551756014109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-pocahantas-free-spirited-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-8064422738572948587</id><published>2008-07-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:40:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloth Diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIoHOKwtnEI/AAAAAAAAADg/jb0YGxTNWE8/s1600-h/bumGeniussmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIoHOKwtnEI/AAAAAAAAADg/jb0YGxTNWE8/s320/bumGeniussmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226998257505115202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are contemplating using cloth diapers on our next baby.  The baby is due January 29,  2009.  In our research we have found a diaper that we would really like to try.  It is made by Bum Genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-8064422738572948587?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8064422738572948587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=8064422738572948587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8064422738572948587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/8064422738572948587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/cloth-diapers.html' title='Cloth Diapers'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIoHOKwtnEI/AAAAAAAAADg/jb0YGxTNWE8/s72-c/bumGeniussmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4994750815828134035</id><published>2008-07-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:56:16.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIdgoRF7zmI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vz5juiTFH8o/s1600-h/runaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIdgoRF7zmI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vz5juiTFH8o/s320/runaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226252137486077538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter threatens to runaway every month or so.  She is only 4, but she has thought it through way too much for my liking.  Last night she said that she was going to runaway to her grandma and grandpa's house because my husband spanked her and sent her to her room for slamming her little brother's toes in the bathroom door.  She already had her suitcase packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea to try to walk to their house because a stranger might pick her up.  She said, "Oh, that's OK; I'll just take a taxi!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime, I asked her how she would feel if I said that I would like to trade her in for a different kid.  She said, "Not very good."  I then asked her how she thought I felt when she told me that she wanted someone else to raise her.  She again said, "Not very good."  She decided that she would not talk about running away again (We'll see how long that lasts).  Sigh.  I thought running away was an older child ploy.  I think that I am really in for it when she is a teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4994750815828134035?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4994750815828134035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4994750815828134035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4994750815828134035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4994750815828134035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-runaway.html' title='My Little Runaway'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SIdgoRF7zmI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vz5juiTFH8o/s72-c/runaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-623304065860837517</id><published>2008-07-12T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:05:20.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/L/28/ar4l29_74907056079784qf096f29" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTkxODE4OTg*MyZwdD*xMjE1OTE4MjUyNTE1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9Mg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy to find out who I would "morph" into.  I've always thought that she is beautiful.  Come on try it.  You know you want to.  LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-623304065860837517?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/623304065860837517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=623304065860837517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/623304065860837517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/623304065860837517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7448189443634727189</id><published>2008-07-09T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:06:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SHUZj4UWxNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A0W3wFvtK8s/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SHUZj4UWxNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A0W3wFvtK8s/s320/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221107447209837778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son's favorite thing to say starts with, "Guess What?!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pauses for a moment to make sure that you are paying complete attention to him and then he says, "I love you!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me melt every time.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7448189443634727189?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7448189443634727189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7448189443634727189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7448189443634727189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7448189443634727189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SHUZj4UWxNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A0W3wFvtK8s/s72-c/DSC02299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6877570572671345920</id><published>2008-06-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:29:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lenths Donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SEbC4xWOY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/oi2SSUGdib0/s1600-h/hair+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SEbC4xWOY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/oi2SSUGdib0/s320/hair+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208064299675575138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SEbAFhWOY0I/AAAAAAAAACg/z1Z7nbmWCMo/s1600-h/Cropped+long+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SEbAFhWOY0I/AAAAAAAAACg/z1Z7nbmWCMo/s320/Cropped+long+hair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208061220184023874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about beautiful lengths in a magazine.  They make wigs for women who have lost their hair like Locks of Love, but they only require 8 inches of hair instead of 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was ready for a change.  I always love to have my hair shorter in the summer.  Now I have short hair, and I get to help some one else.  How cool is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6877570572671345920?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautifullengths.com/en_US/index_home.jsp' title='Beautiful Lenths Donation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6877570572671345920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6877570572671345920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6877570572671345920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6877570572671345920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-lenths-donation.html' title='Beautiful Lenths Donation'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SEbC4xWOY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/oi2SSUGdib0/s72-c/hair+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4259817982576951004</id><published>2008-05-28T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:39:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Polar Bear Club for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s126.photobucket.com/albums/p115/Behota/?action=view&amp;current=ist2_1488881_the_perfect_bubble_bat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p115/Behota/ist2_1488881_the_perfect_bubble_bat.jpg" border="0" alt="BATH BUBBLE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got a nasty surprise.  Our hot water heater was not working, so I had to think of some way to make my bath warmer.  I boiled several pots of water.  I succeeded in making the water slightly above frigid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the pilot light had only blown out and the hot water heater has been working well ever since.  Hot water has now been added to my list of things to be thankful for.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4259817982576951004?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4259817982576951004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4259817982576951004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4259817982576951004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4259817982576951004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-polor-bear-club-for-me.html' title='No Polar Bear Club for Me'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-2654171636660821284</id><published>2008-05-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:33:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm really excited that David Archuleta is now in the final two for American Idol.  I normally do not get into "reality shows", but who couldn't help but love this humble guy.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-HDAZgJwz4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-HDAZgJwz4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-2654171636660821284?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2654171636660821284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=2654171636660821284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2654171636660821284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2654171636660821284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-archuleta.html' title='David Archuleta'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7950421904392002865</id><published>2008-05-13T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:33:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufrCIwNk1zc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufrCIwNk1zc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know by now that I love the movie Labyrinth.  I told my husband that I wanted the new addition of the movie for Mother's Day.  I opened it on Saturday, and we have already watched it at least 5 times.  My kids love it!  HeHe.  My husband thinks that we are all weird for liking it so much.  He teased us about it and then he sat down and watched the rest of it.  LOL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son gets excited every time he sees Toby (the baby).  He keeps pointing out babies everywhere that we go.  His hints about how he would like to have one in the house are becoming more persistent.  I guess he's tired of being the littlest one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7950421904392002865?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7950421904392002865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7950421904392002865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7950421904392002865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7950421904392002865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/labyrinth-obsessed.html' title='Labyrinth Obsessed'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-4391783706291265909</id><published>2008-05-07T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:22:07.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Product or Shampoo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCG2UualDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B1cWzV08ZfM/s1600-h/flour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCG2UualDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B1cWzV08ZfM/s320/flour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197635912135413522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving two little boys alone for five minutes can lead to a very interesting adventure.  This is the lesson that I learned yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching my friend's son who is almost two years old for a couple of hours.  He had been playing fairly well with my 2 1/2 year old son.  I was looking up something on my computer and the boys had shut the door closest to me so that I could not watch them play in the playroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the door open to the other side of the basement and I looked over to see my son completely covered in flour.  Not a good sign!  I opened the door completely and found flour all over the floor, the mats, the vacuum, and a very casper looking little boy.  Sigh.  There is no use crying over spilled flour right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided that the little boys were in desperate need of a bath.  My friend's child had so much flour in his hair that you could not tell that his hair is brown and his scalp was completely caked in white flour.  I'm pretty sure that my son had poured a lot of it onto his head using the cup that we use to scoop the floor out of the storage bucket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy did not take very kindly to get an impromptu bath.  After my son joined him, he decided that maybe playing in the water was a better option than crying.  My son, came clean immediately.  I shampooed the other little guy's hair four times and then gave up trying to get all the flour out of his hair.  The remnants had turned into paste.  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them both in fresh clothes just in time for my friend to arrive.  We decided that laughing was a much better option than crying.  The moral of this story is, never leave two something year olds alone in the vicinity of a container of flour.  It is not a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-4391783706291265909?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4391783706291265909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=4391783706291265909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4391783706291265909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/4391783706291265909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/baking-product-or-shampoo.html' title='Baking Product or Shampoo?'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCG2UualDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B1cWzV08ZfM/s72-c/flour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7401669031687870092</id><published>2008-05-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:53:25.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCBhwhZI9bI/AAAAAAAAACI/BFU7E28T1jw/s1600-h/2007_0827Image0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCBhwhZI9bI/AAAAAAAAACI/BFU7E28T1jw/s320/2007_0827Image0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197261456210982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCBg_BZI9aI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cmdv_kmuQoY/s1600-h/The+Shed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCBg_BZI9aI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cmdv_kmuQoY/s320/The+Shed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260605807457698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking about building this shed for as long as we have been married (a little over 7 years).  We've had a garage door without the hardware for it for about 5 years.  Now we are actually starting to see it take shape.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our back porch looks like right now.  I discovered this picture this morning along with about 15 other interesting shots that our amateur resident photographer (AKA our four year old daughter) secretly took with our digital camera. By the end of June we are hoping to be able to use the back porch as an official back porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7401669031687870092?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7401669031687870092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7401669031687870092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7401669031687870092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7401669031687870092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/shed.html' title='The Shed'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SCBhwhZI9bI/AAAAAAAAACI/BFU7E28T1jw/s72-c/2007_0827Image0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-2211687229628465897</id><published>2008-04-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:10:05.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBiYhxZI9ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J3qQ6oQX1GY/s1600-h/ace_brace_wov_plus_knee_sta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBiYhxZI9ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J3qQ6oQX1GY/s320/ace_brace_wov_plus_knee_sta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195069876133754258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, our little family went for a walk.  I was walking our dog, Max.  There were some dogs across the street that he wanted to go visit.  I hanked on his leash to get him to heel again and then something happened.  Somehow during all of the excitement, I dislocated my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time that it has happened.  This is more like the seventh time.  Thankfully my knee cap has always gone immediately back into place.  I'm a little worried this time because it has rubbed more and it hurts more than it ever has before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knee brace in the picture is very similar to the one that I am wearing now.  My daughter thinks that it would be fun to wear.  Personally, I am excited for the time to come that I can put it back in my drawer and not use it again for a LONG time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-2211687229628465897?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2211687229628465897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=2211687229628465897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2211687229628465897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2211687229628465897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBiYhxZI9ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J3qQ6oQX1GY/s72-c/ace_brace_wov_plus_knee_sta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-258249577600827449</id><published>2008-04-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:38:30.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to the Worms</title><content type='html'>Today we were working in our flower beds.  I discovered a worm and showed it to my children.  My daughter wanted to hold it and then my son wanted one of his own.  Soon I was hunting all over the place for worm after worm.  We talked about how important it was for the worms to not dry out, so we made sure that they were only out for a little while before we returned them to the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son placed his last worm gently in the dirt and then said, "Bye, bye worm.  I love you!"  It was so sincere and sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole episode got me thinking about worms and looking for a picture of one.  This took my in a direction that I did not expect to go.  Take a look at this clip and see if it brings back memories for you.  I give you the worm from Labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2xVZiGOw-o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2xVZiGOw-o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-258249577600827449?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/258249577600827449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=258249577600827449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/258249577600827449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/258249577600827449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/gone-to-worms.html' title='Gone to the Worms'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6640471927347235847</id><published>2008-04-24T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:18:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDbVRZI9YI/AAAAAAAAABw/HzrGnU-6SiU/s1600-h/whitebread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDbVRZI9YI/AAAAAAAAABw/HzrGnU-6SiU/s320/whitebread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192891528850765186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make homemade bread a year ago.  I had made several loaves previously in a breadmaker, but this was the first time that I had made it from scratch and baked it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now hooked on making bread and eating it when it is still warm.  There is something almost sacred about the process.  No two batches ever turn out exactly the same, and you have to remember that you are dealing with a living thing.  It can be harmed if you neglect it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the bread bread baking will soon be permeating my home.  I look forward to slicing it and enjoying a piece.  I always make 4 loaves.  Bread is always best when you have the ability to share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6640471927347235847?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6640471927347235847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6640471927347235847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6640471927347235847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6640471927347235847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty-of-bread.html' title='The Beauty of Bread'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDbVRZI9YI/AAAAAAAAABw/HzrGnU-6SiU/s72-c/whitebread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-6910226102872103533</id><published>2008-04-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:24:07.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano in Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDYIBZI9XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dyn_l5Zwww0/s1600-h/488672497_b2b24ec4c9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDYIBZI9XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dyn_l5Zwww0/s320/488672497_b2b24ec4c9_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192888002682615154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is not a picture of our piano.  Ours is an upright, but sometimes I like to pretend that it is a baby grand.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children were playing the piano yesterday.  At first it was rather pleasant, but progressively it became louder, and then it escalated to pure torture.  I was in the kitchen when it happened, so I was not sure which child was to blame (most likely both).  I decided that the only reasonable thing was to put the piano in time out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most recent of many inanimate objects that have received this "punishment".   Neither child was singled out as the guilty one yet order was restored.  Thank goodness the objects cannot yell, "Unfair!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-6910226102872103533?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6910226102872103533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=6910226102872103533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6910226102872103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/6910226102872103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/piano-in-time-out.html' title='Piano in Time Out'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SBDYIBZI9XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dyn_l5Zwww0/s72-c/488672497_b2b24ec4c9_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1207644752352562688</id><published>2008-04-21T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:57:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful to Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SA1hKxZI9WI/AAAAAAAAABg/b2yTm2FfkFY/s1600-h/Jonathan+in+shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SA1hKxZI9WI/AAAAAAAAABg/b2yTm2FfkFY/s320/Jonathan+in+shades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191912783113418082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is my son.  He is vibrant, fun loving, and my little cuddler.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today his leg does not seem to be cooperating.  Several times today he has been running and then his legs just give out on him and he falls.  He fell down our little steps (3 steps) by our back door twice.  He is not a clumsy child.  Finally tonight he started clutching one leg and complaining that it hurts.  There are no bruises or obvious scrapes.  We gave him some tylenol before he went to bed.  Hopefully his leg will be back to normal tomorrow.  For some reason, I am really worried about it.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1207644752352562688?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1207644752352562688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1207644752352562688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1207644752352562688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1207644752352562688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/painful-to-watch.html' title='Painful to Watch'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SA1hKxZI9WI/AAAAAAAAABg/b2yTm2FfkFY/s72-c/Jonathan+in+shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-2047705904585087011</id><published>2008-04-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:17:20.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAl1KEUzR_I/AAAAAAAAABY/F_kGzQPUhnA/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAl1KEUzR_I/AAAAAAAAABY/F_kGzQPUhnA/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190808861341337586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving with my children and father today.   I spotted a sunset that was very low in the sky.  We then started a game to see how often we could spot the sunset through the buildings and trees.  It struck me how simple yet memorable that little moment was.  There is beauty all around us.  We just need to slow down long enough to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-2047705904585087011?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2047705904585087011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=2047705904585087011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2047705904585087011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2047705904585087011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAl1KEUzR_I/AAAAAAAAABY/F_kGzQPUhnA/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-7210586785511442120</id><published>2008-04-15T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:32:20.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAVTvEUzR-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/a-PoHEwbqSQ/s1600-h/book1-LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAVTvEUzR-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/a-PoHEwbqSQ/s320/book1-LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189646213694310370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAVR20UzR9I/AAAAAAAAABI/BFvUN4MD2LU/s1600-h/Kindergarten+Knowledge.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I once heard a book on tape called "All I Ever Really Needed to Know I learned in Kingergarten". I thought I would share a little bit of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:18;"  &gt;"All I Ever Really Needed to Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:18;"  &gt;I Learned in Kindergarten"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robert Fulgham&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;These are the things I learned.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Share everything.&lt;br /&gt;Play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit people.&lt;br /&gt;Put things back where you found them.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up your own mess.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things that aren't yours.&lt;br /&gt;Say sorry when you hurt somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;Flush.&lt;br /&gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Live a balanced life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of wonder.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup - they all die. So do we. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And then remember the book about Dick and Jane&lt;a href="http://www.elliottsamazing.com/images/dick&amp;amp;jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.                                                                       The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.                                                                                 Ecology and politics and sane living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Think of what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap.  Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes.  And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you to out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAVR20UzR9I/AAAAAAAAABI/BFvUN4MD2LU/s1600-h/Kindergarten+Knowledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-7210586785511442120?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7210586785511442120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=7210586785511442120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7210586785511442120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/7210586785511442120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/playground-wisdom.html' title='Playground Wisdom'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/SAVTvEUzR-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/a-PoHEwbqSQ/s72-c/book1-LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-1763831134131651488</id><published>2008-04-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:45:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of a Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/R_4oDBVKEHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gE0FfsSsPNo/s1600-h/Dressed+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/R_4oDBVKEHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gE0FfsSsPNo/s320/Dressed+Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187627853139284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer was down for a few days.  I ended up talking to technical support to see what I could do to bring my computer back to like.  After trying several things, the tech told me that he thought that my hard drive might be ruined and that my files and photo were most likely lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated.  I have been scanning in my families photos and putting them on family websites and CDs.  There were a lot of photos that were on my computer that had not been backed up anywhere.  I did not realize how much value those photos held for me until I thought that they were gone for ever.   Thankfully, we had a good friend that was able to help us fix our computer.  Nothing was lost.  Everything is now backed up in several places, but I am grateful for the experience because now I know how precious those photos truly are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-1763831134131651488?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1763831134131651488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=1763831134131651488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1763831134131651488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/1763831134131651488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/value-of-memory.html' title='The Value of a Memory'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/R_4oDBVKEHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gE0FfsSsPNo/s72-c/Dressed+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148566114036212511.post-2408664689936441468</id><published>2008-03-26T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:06:02.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc3/s2000hondaheart/buildings%20and%20structures/structures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Playground-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc3/s2000hondaheart/buildings%20and%20structures/structures/Playground-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Playground - Peterborough, ON" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has finally started to get warmer.  Yea!  Yesterday I took my two little ones and their friends to the park.  After smearing the who lot with sunscreen, I sat back soaked in the warmth of the sun and enjoyed the sound of children's laughter.  It doesn't get much better than this.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148566114036212511-2408664689936441468?l=talltidbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2408664689936441468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148566114036212511&amp;postID=2408664689936441468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2408664689936441468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148566114036212511/posts/default/2408664689936441468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talltidbits.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-playground.html' title='A Day at the Playground'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595798760260040588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3rhYWBX3GU/TBo4DQQyhyI/AAAAAAAAArI/aswOfzeMj6U/S220/Marci+and+Jonathan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
