<?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-2137301773452873421</id><updated>2011-11-25T10:42:26.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Moreauville</title><subtitle type='html'>Population: 4</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-1799794225470662030</id><published>2011-10-24T12:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:25:51.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom watches Peyton and Hunter when Kyle, my dad, Jeremy, and I go to Terps games on Saturdays. When Sesame Street Live was in town, she took them to see it. The theme was Elmo Makes Music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN4yEZOOMzQ/TqWY5xyvYJI/AAAAAAAAD_0/adkn4NgZGj8/s1600/September%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667103824501760146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN4yEZOOMzQ/TqWY5xyvYJI/AAAAAAAAD_0/adkn4NgZGj8/s320/September%2B059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton was really into the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD7pR2w2KxM/TqWY5TWT96I/AAAAAAAAD_o/CnMlPECiSMM/s1600/September%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667103816329459618" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD7pR2w2KxM/TqWY5TWT96I/AAAAAAAAD_o/CnMlPECiSMM/s320/September%2B042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter seemed to like it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---7GEnXnCbg/TqWY4lNGZnI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Edq17vpsrtQ/s1600/September%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667103803942790770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---7GEnXnCbg/TqWY4lNGZnI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Edq17vpsrtQ/s320/September%2B038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gram and her boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvpXw6Pf3jY/TqWY4dVbD0I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/Oz1Mysxfa40/s1600/September%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667103801830215490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvpXw6Pf3jY/TqWY4dVbD0I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/Oz1Mysxfa40/s320/September%2B061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-1799794225470662030?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/1799794225470662030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=1799794225470662030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1799794225470662030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1799794225470662030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesame-street-live.html' title='Sesame Street Live'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN4yEZOOMzQ/TqWY5xyvYJI/AAAAAAAAD_0/adkn4NgZGj8/s72-c/September%2B059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4635971669599049699</id><published>2011-10-24T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:17:53.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just after we moved into our house in September, 2008, I took this picture of Peyton playing in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vnIj1BjI2Y/TqWWfBwtaoI/AAAAAAAAD_I/pVa8eZAymc8/s1600/September%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667101165908486786" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vnIj1BjI2Y/TqWWfBwtaoI/AAAAAAAAD_I/pVa8eZAymc8/s320/September%2B041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In September, 2011 I took this picture of Hunter playing in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZRis2gx4fc/TqWWeY08YmI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Z9rLsO9pjo0/s1600/September%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667101154920391266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZRis2gx4fc/TqWWeY08YmI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Z9rLsO9pjo0/s320/September%2B031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colanders must be really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4635971669599049699?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4635971669599049699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4635971669599049699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4635971669599049699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4635971669599049699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/10/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vnIj1BjI2Y/TqWWfBwtaoI/AAAAAAAAD_I/pVa8eZAymc8/s72-c/September%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-958866539836948864</id><published>2011-10-24T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:11:35.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy Car Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle took Peyton to the Indy Car race in Baltimore back in September. I didn't go, so I don't have any stories to share, but here are some cute pictures from the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWM8H5MNHI8/TqWVbioNJYI/AAAAAAAAD-s/RL7wc7Ycz0M/s1600/Race%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667100006500083074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWM8H5MNHI8/TqWVbioNJYI/AAAAAAAAD-s/RL7wc7Ycz0M/s320/Race%2B001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEVhAnGbpUU/TqWVbHRkHWI/AAAAAAAAD-c/nSCfpzgkVtk/s1600/September%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667099999157362018" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEVhAnGbpUU/TqWVbHRkHWI/AAAAAAAAD-c/nSCfpzgkVtk/s320/September%2B001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nZGfjZuzxo/TqWVa9a9B4I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/w4ZEyZFbiqE/s1600/September%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667099996512388994" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nZGfjZuzxo/TqWVa9a9B4I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/w4ZEyZFbiqE/s320/September%2B004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80TEixIeFT0/TqWVZuONQpI/AAAAAAAAD-I/iOaScNyaxQQ/s1600/September%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667099975252525714" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80TEixIeFT0/TqWVZuONQpI/AAAAAAAAD-I/iOaScNyaxQQ/s320/September%2B011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf06yo7ZeUI/TqWVZc6TCFI/AAAAAAAAD94/CWjEQ1-j-ac/s1600/September%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667099970605615186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf06yo7ZeUI/TqWVZc6TCFI/AAAAAAAAD94/CWjEQ1-j-ac/s320/September%2B021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know they both had a great time at the race. Maybe next year all four of us will be able to go to the race together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-958866539836948864?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/958866539836948864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=958866539836948864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/958866539836948864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/958866539836948864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/10/indy-car-race.html' title='Indy Car Race'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWM8H5MNHI8/TqWVbioNJYI/AAAAAAAAD-s/RL7wc7Ycz0M/s72-c/Race%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5853778876756100076</id><published>2011-10-06T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:51:39.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's 1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter got his first haircut back in August. Here is the before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFjWipiY0ds/Tmul7PtWvwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/X4lR2R-9SQs/s1600/August%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792594714050306" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFjWipiY0ds/Tmul7PtWvwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/X4lR2R-9SQs/s320/August%2B045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtxoBotkR6Q/Tmul64k-peI/AAAAAAAAD9o/WjDobOWtDEc/s1600/August%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792588504901090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtxoBotkR6Q/Tmul64k-peI/AAAAAAAAD9o/WjDobOWtDEc/s320/August%2B047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Hunter to Cartoon Cuts. We had a feeling he would be wiggly, so we let him sit on Kyle's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ0nm8FgXG0/Tmul6kbavkI/AAAAAAAAD9g/WLYoRQtkOLc/s1600/August%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792583096090178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ0nm8FgXG0/Tmul6kbavkI/AAAAAAAAD9g/WLYoRQtkOLc/s320/August%2B055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hair dresser was really good with Hunter. She prepped his hair by spraying it with water. He was still alright at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiP2IfIW3G4/Tmul6vKnIUI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/f4EtTsJqs5g/s1600/August%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792585978388802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiP2IfIW3G4/Tmul6vKnIUI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/f4EtTsJqs5g/s320/August%2B053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, once the cutting started, Hunter screamed! He was not a fan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qOKhq_-cQ/Tmul6bUmCgI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/xkshW0BwQrg/s1600/August%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792580651551234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qOKhq_-cQ/Tmul6bUmCgI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/xkshW0BwQrg/s320/August%2B056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks much more grown up with his short hair. I was sad to see his curls go, but my baby is getting bigger, so I guess it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5853778876756100076?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5853778876756100076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5853778876756100076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5853778876756100076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5853778876756100076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/10/hunters-1st-haircut.html' title='Hunter&apos;s 1st Haircut'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFjWipiY0ds/Tmul7PtWvwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/X4lR2R-9SQs/s72-c/August%2B045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3215066524465139017</id><published>2011-10-06T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:44:24.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I am just about two months overdue on this post, but hey, better late than never. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in August, my cousin Doug turned 14 years old. He really likes the death by chocolate that I always make (Thanks, Linda!) so I made a big bowl of it for his party. All of the girls thought my decoration was cute, but the guys? Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRCmW-64GFs/TmulYxtUetI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jaZtMRTS4Pw/s1600/August%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650792002545285842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRCmW-64GFs/TmulYxtUetI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jaZtMRTS4Pw/s320/August%2B048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sang Happy Birthday to Doug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MA8y60vCxwU/TmulYg7z3yI/AAAAAAAAD9A/yG6xIZBv6XI/s1600/August%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650791998042660642" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MA8y60vCxwU/TmulYg7z3yI/AAAAAAAAD9A/yG6xIZBv6XI/s320/August%2B050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then he opened his birthday gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLDj-fCaG8I/TmulYes7V6I/AAAAAAAAD84/PwWKeLXDKbk/s1600/August%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650791997443364770" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLDj-fCaG8I/TmulYes7V6I/AAAAAAAAD84/PwWKeLXDKbk/s320/August%2B051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was a gift card to Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjeDrQWpoQ/TmulYGwx7dI/AAAAAAAAD8w/i8Ai-f1LBUQ/s1600/August%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650791991017074130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjeDrQWpoQ/TmulYGwx7dI/AAAAAAAAD8w/i8Ai-f1LBUQ/s320/August%2B052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party was fun, the food was good, and it's always nice to show off my cute kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5KNUlyI9-0/TmulX0r12JI/AAAAAAAAD8o/6OUNEPUlZlc/s1600/August%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650791986164521106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5KNUlyI9-0/TmulX0r12JI/AAAAAAAAD8o/6OUNEPUlZlc/s320/August%2B049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3215066524465139017?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3215066524465139017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3215066524465139017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3215066524465139017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3215066524465139017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/10/dougs-birthday-party.html' title='Doug&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRCmW-64GFs/TmulYxtUetI/AAAAAAAAD9I/jaZtMRTS4Pw/s72-c/August%2B048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7463778539807087059</id><published>2011-08-09T14:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:32:29.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poconos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle and I celebrated our 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary on August 6. We decided that we go away for a long weekend without the kids. Thanks Mom and Dad for watching them for us! After lots of research, we decided that we would go to the Poconos. Kyle found a nice couples-only all-inclusive resort there. On Friday morning, we dropped Peyton and Hunter off at daycare and then hit the road for Pennsylvania. The drive took about 5-1/2 hours, but we stopped for a leisurely lunch. We arrived at Cove Haven around 3:30, which was check-in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9UGJBWopw/TkF6rPVLcAI/AAAAAAAAD8g/hRGA4ssfCV8/s1600/August%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638923091712897026" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9UGJBWopw/TkF6rPVLcAI/AAAAAAAAD8g/hRGA4ssfCV8/s320/August%2B022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After checking in, we drove to our room and explored it. We were staying in the Cleopatra Champagne Tower suites, which were apparently the best rooms in the whole resort. This is the living room area. There was a little sofa and a fireplace, which is probably more useful in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLsxS1lcr_8/TkF6qmN_R5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/9E1_zffuEbk/s1600/August%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638923080676886418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLsxS1lcr_8/TkF6qmN_R5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/9E1_zffuEbk/s320/August%2B027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The resort clearly got a discount on mirrors, because they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere &lt;/span&gt;- all over our room, and in every other building in the resort. It was kind of crazy. Here is the two-story champagne glass jacuzzi. There were, of course, mirrors on both sides and on the ceiling. The ceiling also featured lights that looked like stars. So romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96cO9EeMrQg/TkF6qWsXVVI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/goeR4n082Y8/s1600/August%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638923076509324626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96cO9EeMrQg/TkF6qWsXVVI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/goeR4n082Y8/s320/August%2B028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bedroom was upstairs and featured a round bed, which sucked because unless we were sleeping directly in the middle, our feet would hang off. There were mirrors for a backboard and on the ceiling. Yikes. We could see each other no matter where we were located because of all of the mirrors throughout the suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeXXIPxqA3M/TkF6qVuD-AI/AAAAAAAAD8I/iQVzw5f3aqE/s1600/August%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638923076248008706" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeXXIPxqA3M/TkF6qVuD-AI/AAAAAAAAD8I/iQVzw5f3aqE/s320/August%2B032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is obviously the shower. I only included this picture to show how small it was. It was less than two feet wide, and I couldn't even wash myself without bumping my elbows on the wall and door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKY9bYYL8HE/TkF6V_zQZzI/AAAAAAAAD74/2C9OztJtqQk/s1600/August%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922726766831410" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKY9bYYL8HE/TkF6V_zQZzI/AAAAAAAAD74/2C9OztJtqQk/s320/August%2B034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This heart-shaped pool was also in our room. It was nice to get to swim without all of those random people seeing me in my bathing suit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9nq-TSNJRA/TkF6VsoP50I/AAAAAAAAD7w/A_9PcQ6dtpM/s1600/August%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922721620387650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9nq-TSNJRA/TkF6VsoP50I/AAAAAAAAD7w/A_9PcQ6dtpM/s320/August%2B031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you went downstairs on the lowest level of our room, there was a massage table. There was also a sauna, which we didn't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1xXX3sGOiE/TkF6VMfBFdI/AAAAAAAAD7o/KEfaEA4YVF4/s1600/August%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922712991733202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1xXX3sGOiE/TkF6VMfBFdI/AAAAAAAAD7o/KEfaEA4YVF4/s320/August%2B029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we brought our things inside, we decided to do some activities before dinner&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Our room was next door to the sports complex, so we went there first. There was a 9 hole miniature golf course inside which we played. Kyle won. Next, we played some ping-pong. Kyle won. Then we played a game of pool. Yup, Kyle won. Finally, we played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling and I won! There were two big parrots in the room, and they would whistle at you and say "Hello," so that was kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that excitement, it was time for dinner. We walked to the restaurant for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;d'oeuvres&lt;/span&gt; at the bar. It was Italian night, so there were mozzarella balls, margarita pizza, and finger sandwiches. I had a really yummy cocktail called the Snickers bar. It was frozen and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Frangelico&lt;/span&gt;, Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Cocoa, Butterscotch Schnapps, and cream. For dinner, we were seated with three other couples. For appetizers, there was salad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bruschetta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crostini&lt;/span&gt;. For the main course, there was a buffet of food, including spaghetti and meatballs, ravioli, sausage, fish, pork and bread sticks. And the best part, dessert, featured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cannolis&lt;/span&gt;, a chocolate fountain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;, and lemon cake. The meal started out a little awkward because no one was talking, but then someone broke the ice and the conversation flowed. Two of the other couples left when they were finished eating, but one other couple stayed for a little while and talked with us. Then they left and we left not long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a marina at the resort and we found out that they'd be giving twilight boat rides, so we decided to do that to waste a little time before the nightclub opened. We found the other couple that we were talking with at dinner at the marina too. They were scheduled to go on the boat before us, but traded spots with another couple so they could ride with us and chat a little more. The ride around the lake was nice and relaxing after eating all of that food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boat ride, we went to the nightclub for a magician, band, and comedian. The magician was short, but really good. I love magic. Then the band started playing and invited people to dance. We hung around for a few songs, but it was pretty boring, so we left and went back to our room. We went swimming and then Kyle filled the champagne glass with a million bubbles so that we could use the jacuzzi and then we went to sleep because we wanted to get up fairly early Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our anniversary, so when we woke up, we exchanged gifts. I got Kyle a 6-month subscription to a beef jerky club.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGRS8gIe3pM/TkF6UhFNjoI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/2pFu_80nDlI/s1600/August%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922701340774018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGRS8gIe3pM/TkF6UhFNjoI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/2pFu_80nDlI/s320/August%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TutMun9pfCs/TkF58WRGbII/AAAAAAAAD7Q/ZDFNM3ESRUg/s1600/August%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922286120987778" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TutMun9pfCs/TkF58WRGbII/AAAAAAAAD7Q/ZDFNM3ESRUg/s320/August%2B009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he got me a new navigation system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_JUldQjdQ/TkF57u3p_XI/AAAAAAAAD7I/kcCCwL7Ruk8/s1600/August%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922275545283954" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_JUldQjdQ/TkF57u3p_XI/AAAAAAAAD7I/kcCCwL7Ruk8/s320/August%2B012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had breakfast delivered to our room because we didn't feel like going to the restaurant. It included champagne, cereal, OJ, and breakfast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;panini&lt;/span&gt;. We knew that it was supposed to rain later in the day, so after we ate we wanted to do some outdoor activities before the rain came. We did a little archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qA--j-nQIjU/TkF57aeI7SI/AAAAAAAAD7A/APwgtNay4IE/s1600/August%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922270069550370" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qA--j-nQIjU/TkF57aeI7SI/AAAAAAAAD7A/APwgtNay4IE/s320/August%2B014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle was better than me. I didn't hit the target at all. He hit it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t60O7pNKpTE/TkF57J02kiI/AAAAAAAAD64/5v52F5WNMLw/s1600/August%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922265601413666" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t60O7pNKpTE/TkF57J02kiI/AAAAAAAAD64/5v52F5WNMLw/s320/August%2B015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we played a little tennis. We just volleyed the ball back and forth, instead of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyt4lkOuvlg/TkF56yoLkkI/AAAAAAAAD6w/gdNO6tzdz74/s1600/August%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638922259374248514" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyt4lkOuvlg/TkF56yoLkkI/AAAAAAAAD6w/gdNO6tzdz74/s320/August%2B017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we went to the driving range. On our way up the ginormous hill to the tees, we saw all of these geese. We also saw four deer the night before, but didn't have the camera with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkd2NBA6cW4/TkF5p4MhyVI/AAAAAAAAD6o/jkov---z3io/s1600/August%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638921968811100498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkd2NBA6cW4/TkF5p4MhyVI/AAAAAAAAD6o/jkov---z3io/s320/August%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle hit most of the balls, because my fat butt was exhausted after walking up that hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSFcxbIG7QA/TkF5nmSA3uI/AAAAAAAAD6g/8z-xwMd2PKQ/s1600/August%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638921929642532578" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSFcxbIG7QA/TkF5nmSA3uI/AAAAAAAAD6g/8z-xwMd2PKQ/s320/August%2B021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the driving range, we played a few rounds of Bingo, but didn't win. Kyle picked the wrong cards. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Then it was getting to be lunch time, so we went to the cafe to eat. In the basement of the cafe, there was a video arcade, pool tables, and a basketball court/rollerskating rink. We found the shuffleboard table and played a bunch of games on it. It might sound lame, but it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rz-EfCAkJQ/TkF5nWuG70I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/Kpr-zvYfCu8/s1600/August%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638921925465403202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rz-EfCAkJQ/TkF5nWuG70I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/Kpr-zvYfCu8/s320/August%2B023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34SR-tROXs0/TkF5nLbC8hI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/L_B66G52_RI/s1600/August%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638921922432659986" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34SR-tROXs0/TkF5nLbC8hI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/L_B66G52_RI/s320/August%2B025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a Newlywed game in the afternoon, so we went to that. It was definitely for adults only and it was thoroughly entertaining. I'll just leave it at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time it was pouring down rain, so we caught the shuttle back to our room. I picked up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rollerskates&lt;/span&gt; and then we rode back over to the cafe where the skating rink was located. Some people were playing basketball, but the attendant kicked them off the court so that we could skate. I haven't skated in forever, so it was pretty exciting! Kyle and I had the place to ourselves, but I didn't grab my tall socks out of our suitcase, so my legs started to hurt from my skates, and we quit after about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our room to take showers before dinner. It was still raining really hard, so we called for the shuttle to pick us up. Saturday was steak night in the restaurant. For the first course, you could choose from five things including French onion soup, broccoli cheese soup, and a tomato and mozzarella salad. The next course was salad. For the main course, you could choose between a NY strip, rib eye, roasted chicken, salmon, or chicken and broccoli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alfredo&lt;/span&gt;. There were lots of options for dessert like a brownie topped with ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce, strawberry shortcake, soft vanilla ice cream, and chocolate ice cream. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that we sat with at dinner that night were much more interesting. Three of the four couples were young. The one older couple was around our parents' ages, and the woman was very drunk! She was quite entertaining. They ate quickly and then left. The other two couples and us had much more in common, so they were easy to talk to. Here we are at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS2UA5S2RcI/TkF5m0QTL5I/AAAAAAAAD6I/OX1E-P9ye3k/s1600/August%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638921916213571474" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS2UA5S2RcI/TkF5m0QTL5I/AAAAAAAAD6I/OX1E-P9ye3k/s320/August%2B035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night we went to the nightclub again. There was another band  and a comedian. The band was better than Friday's band (but still not great) because they were  basically doing karaoke to popular songs. People were dancing and we  were making fun of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. The comedian was pretty funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we woke up and went to breakfast at the restaurant. It was much better than the in-room breakfast the day before. There was a buffet with french toast, pancakes with apple filling, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, bagels, toast, biscuits, corned beef hash, and lots of fruit. Check-out time was 11:00, but we were allowed to stay at the resort until 5:00. We decided to go back to the sports complex for more mini-golf. Kyle beat me again. Then we played more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling, which Kyle won too. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for home around lunch time and made really good time. I missed Peyton and Hunter! It was nice having a little time away from them though. We had lots of fun and got to relax too. It was a nice way to celebrate our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, I love you so much and can't wait to see what the future holds for us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7463778539807087059?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7463778539807087059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7463778539807087059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7463778539807087059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7463778539807087059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/08/poconos.html' title='The Poconos'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9UGJBWopw/TkF6rPVLcAI/AAAAAAAAD8g/hRGA4ssfCV8/s72-c/August%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5396264921558733347</id><published>2011-08-04T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:01:02.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's and Hunter's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 11 is both Kyle's and Hunter's birthday. Kyle, Peyton, Hunter, and I went to dinner at Kyle's choice of On the Border to celebrate. It was sort of a disaster because Hunter threw up his whole bottle on Kyle's leg before we even ordered our meals! I suggested we leave because Kyle's jeans were soaked, but he wanted to stay, so we did. While we were eating, we gave Hunter some tortilla chips to keep him entertained. He made the biggest mess on the table and floor, which I felt so bad about. Then, as we were trying to leave, I spilled a whole glass of water all over the place. I know our waitress was ready for us to be out of there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we got home, we lit a candle on a cupcake and sang Happy Birthday to Kyle and Hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ_8K9FtqGE/Tjmfm4VQI3I/AAAAAAAAD6A/FGAjd0ym-qM/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711898936255346" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ_8K9FtqGE/Tjmfm4VQI3I/AAAAAAAAD6A/FGAjd0ym-qM/s320/More%2BJuly%2B132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we gave Kyle his gifts. He wanted the movies that we only had on VHS on DVD. So the boys got him four movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxSYmo2sSw8/TjmfmtcC94I/AAAAAAAAD54/3gs70jSgWXs/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711896011962242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxSYmo2sSw8/TjmfmtcC94I/AAAAAAAAD54/3gs70jSgWXs/s320/More%2BJuly%2B137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road Trip&lt;/span&gt; on DVD, because that was the movie that we saw on our first date eleven(!) years ago. I also got him a gift card to play a round of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TC8Lg7daVPg/TjmfmVzzrVI/AAAAAAAAD5w/habij4sEcLY/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711889669172562" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TC8Lg7daVPg/TjmfmVzzrVI/AAAAAAAAD5w/habij4sEcLY/s320/More%2BJuly%2B140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugs for Daddy! (Hunter is thinking, "Ooh, while Daddy is distracted, I will steal his movie!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7iHSa5MugA/TjmfmKhr_nI/AAAAAAAAD5o/8F28xhRP8cg/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711886640381554" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7iHSa5MugA/TjmfmKhr_nI/AAAAAAAAD5o/8F28xhRP8cg/s320/More%2BJuly%2B138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Kyle! Peyton, Hunter, and I can't say enough how lucky we are that you are ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very happy FIRST birthday to Hunter! We love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5396264921558733347?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5396264921558733347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5396264921558733347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5396264921558733347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5396264921558733347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/08/kyles-and-hunters-birthday.html' title='Kyle&apos;s and Hunter&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ_8K9FtqGE/Tjmfm4VQI3I/AAAAAAAAD6A/FGAjd0ym-qM/s72-c/More%2BJuly%2B132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-931789835763412974</id><published>2011-08-03T14:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:57:33.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Hunter's 1st birthday party, we chose to do a Dr. Seuss theme. I made this banner using the covers of Dr. Seuss books. It turned out really cute, in my opinion at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AHd4VTH_fg/TjmfO-KwMiI/AAAAAAAAD5g/72x2Al9SuAc/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711488185971234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AHd4VTH_fg/TjmfO-KwMiI/AAAAAAAAD5g/72x2Al9SuAc/s320/More%2BJuly%2B006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake for the guests was the Cat in the Hat's hat. It was also really adorable. I can't take credit for the cake though -- I bought it at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uipPxG8URnQ/TjmfOsNd6FI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/oBSdhP5vfrE/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711483365517394" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uipPxG8URnQ/TjmfOsNd6FI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/oBSdhP5vfrE/s320/More%2BJuly%2B005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did, however, bake Hunter's cake. Because he is allergic to eggs and milk (and therefore butter), I had to buy special non-dairy "butter" and a powdered egg substitute in order to make the cake. I just made plain white butter cream frosting for it. I learned my lesson after Peyton's navy blue icing on his 1st birthday cake dyed him blue. We didn't want a repeat of that. Anyway, I also had party hats, blowers, and treat boxes for the kids who attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77eYfvn2-78/TjmfOW1a8WI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/3i4rkWbWCWY/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711477627515234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77eYfvn2-78/TjmfOW1a8WI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/3i4rkWbWCWY/s320/More%2BJuly%2B003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter actually missed the first hour-and-a-half of his party because he was taking a nap. That actually worked out well though because it gave everyone a chance to eat. Keeping with the Dr. Seuss theme, we made "Green Eggs and Ham," which were deviled eggs with the yolks dyed green and ham roll-ups. We also made "Pink Yink Drink," which was pink lemonade. We had chips, pretzels, and a vegetable tray. For the main course, Kyle braved the heat and grilled hot dogs and hamburgers. We also had macaroni, potato, and broccoli salads, cole slaw and baked beans. For dessert, there was birthday cake (of course!), death by chocolate, fruit salad, and watermelon slices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hunter woke up from his nap, he quickly made the rounds to say hello to his guests. Then we sang Happy Birthday to him. He tried to grab the candle, so Kyle had to quickly blow it out when the song was over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tSg6tFTFjE/TjmfOWygTMI/AAAAAAAAD5I/4sd4fI522C4/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636711477615283394" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tSg6tFTFjE/TjmfOWygTMI/AAAAAAAAD5I/4sd4fI522C4/s320/More%2BJuly%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't really have much interest in the cake. He started out by gently touching the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XufUGX6Qoxg/TjmeW_ttFsI/AAAAAAAAD4g/iyiY8MCMngo/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710526528329410" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XufUGX6Qoxg/TjmeW_ttFsI/AAAAAAAAD4g/iyiY8MCMngo/s320/More%2BJuly%2B010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When he wouldn't dive in any more, I smashed his hands into the cake, which he didn't seem to like at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iikci9Cwo0o/TjmeWkxJDXI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/fqFf-YBKoYQ/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710519294987634" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iikci9Cwo0o/TjmeWkxJDXI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/fqFf-YBKoYQ/s320/More%2BJuly%2B012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then he sort of played with the cake a little more, but he never put any even near his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prnZFePLQSU/TjmeWWEsTHI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/7REGcbJBGAA/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710515350457458" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prnZFePLQSU/TjmeWWEsTHI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/7REGcbJBGAA/s320/More%2BJuly%2B013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, it was time to open gifts. Hunter paused a moment for some smiles for Uncle Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F31wkXLptww/TjmeV4rVsOI/AAAAAAAAD4I/cpFWL8bJI8c/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710507459490018" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F31wkXLptww/TjmeV4rVsOI/AAAAAAAAD4I/cpFWL8bJI8c/s320/More%2BJuly%2B080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton was being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoJDu9QcEB0/TjmeVUEwhiI/AAAAAAAAD4A/szXtYdq2uus/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710497633994274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoJDu9QcEB0/TjmeVUEwhiI/AAAAAAAAD4A/szXtYdq2uus/s320/More%2BJuly%2B046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter got way too many gifts, of course. Now I will bore you with only a fraction of the pictures that Jill took for us. (Thanks, Jill!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6B_oDOlj7M/TjmeBwd_E6I/AAAAAAAAD34/JciTkJB7grc/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710161658614690" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6B_oDOlj7M/TjmeBwd_E6I/AAAAAAAAD34/JciTkJB7grc/s320/More%2BJuly%2B014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter read his cards very carefully. This one was from Aunt Kate, Uncle Dave, and Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZLC07N9Ml0/TjmeBhr3MlI/AAAAAAAAD3w/YVH-q8AWNe4/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710157690286674" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZLC07N9Ml0/TjmeBhr3MlI/AAAAAAAAD3w/YVH-q8AWNe4/s320/More%2BJuly%2B017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amongst other things, they gave him the Weebles school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPuMiXO8Jw/TjmeBR_vy7I/AAAAAAAAD3o/kC2WvolIWTY/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710153478720434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPuMiXO8Jw/TjmeBR_vy7I/AAAAAAAAD3o/kC2WvolIWTY/s320/More%2BJuly%2B022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Jeremy and Jill hooked Hunter up with Snug Bugs, which are perfect for chewing on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIaOJ3ismXE/TjmeBJqrlXI/AAAAAAAAD3g/chv27HGrnkw/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710151242880370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIaOJ3ismXE/TjmeBJqrlXI/AAAAAAAAD3g/chv27HGrnkw/s320/More%2BJuly%2B038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadean, Vester, and Austin gave Hunter three Drum Drop toys, as well as several other gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dksx4PCt70I/TjmeA22NVzI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/AkVPM1LaVJY/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636710146190956338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dksx4PCt70I/TjmeA22NVzI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/AkVPM1LaVJY/s320/More%2BJuly%2B041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandmom and Pop-Pop gave Hunter a bunch of Dr. Seuss books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6YaP0PS97E/Tjmdhfj44YI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/7rd5OKXtPjM/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636709607364157826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6YaP0PS97E/Tjmdhfj44YI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/7rd5OKXtPjM/s320/More%2BJuly%2B056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... some pajamas and a few cute outfits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYhLSvg3FQo/TjmdhGE66tI/AAAAAAAAD3I/0Spu-_J8n6g/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636709600523381458" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYhLSvg3FQo/TjmdhGE66tI/AAAAAAAAD3I/0Spu-_J8n6g/s320/More%2BJuly%2B062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... a bath toy and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeghG_OCFRA/TjmdgaXrl6I/AAAAAAAAD3A/MdOWntyWbHk/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636709588790908834" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeghG_OCFRA/TjmdgaXrl6I/AAAAAAAAD3A/MdOWntyWbHk/s320/More%2BJuly%2B063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... a musical walking toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeRingGDXQ/Tjmdf2H9IWI/AAAAAAAAD24/GjDo1XQa-Gw/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636709579061272930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeRingGDXQ/Tjmdf2H9IWI/AAAAAAAAD24/GjDo1XQa-Gw/s320/More%2BJuly%2B067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay for wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8CuFy2h_qA/TjmdfGE7rxI/AAAAAAAAD2w/ko-OlxC3Lz0/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636709566163693330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8CuFy2h_qA/TjmdfGE7rxI/AAAAAAAAD2w/ko-OlxC3Lz0/s320/More%2BJuly%2B084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Donald gave Hunter a fun laptop and bongo drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA48z6dnmjM/Tjmc5VSuLlI/AAAAAAAAD2o/JD1WivpGiMI/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708917413031506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA48z6dnmjM/Tjmc5VSuLlI/AAAAAAAAD2o/JD1WivpGiMI/s320/More%2BJuly%2B098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Bev gave Hunter his own Cars rocking chair. Hunter needed to take a rest from opening gifts to read his new book from Nadean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ypIfbO98AQ/Tjmc5Jb8JKI/AAAAAAAAD2g/yzCtdeyd_FQ/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708914230469794" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ypIfbO98AQ/Tjmc5Jb8JKI/AAAAAAAAD2g/yzCtdeyd_FQ/s320/More%2BJuly%2B104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim, Bo, and Dougie gave Hunter one of his favorite gifts -- Clifford! Hunter always has hugs for Clifford. They also gave him other gifts too, including some cute clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzC-vnM4CIg/Tjmc44Y65pI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/FShz3Wc-yQU/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708909654402706" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzC-vnM4CIg/Tjmc44Y65pI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/FShz3Wc-yQU/s320/More%2BJuly%2B112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Daddy gave Hunter some books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SFy3g-uERE/Tjmc4mVD7UI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/atHCR33K70E/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708904806378818" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SFy3g-uERE/Tjmc4mVD7UI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/atHCR33K70E/s320/More%2BJuly%2B118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and the Little People Animal Sounds Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqezYtBIgmE/Tjmc4fwB7JI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Vhr1mRPa2jQ/s1600/More%2BJuly%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708903040445586" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqezYtBIgmE/Tjmc4fwB7JI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Vhr1mRPa2jQ/s320/More%2BJuly%2B127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter got even more gifts from Peyton, Mom-Mom Annie and Aunt Marie, who were at the party. He also received presents from Uncle Ryan's family, Grandpa, Nana, Grandma and Grandpa Rohner, and his teacher Miss Heather, who couldn't attend. Hunter did a good job at ripping the paper off of the gifts, mostly because he wanted to eat it! He would get angry each time someone took the paper away from him. Ahhhh, to be one again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that took part in Hunter's special day. He loves you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-931789835763412974?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/931789835763412974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=931789835763412974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/931789835763412974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/931789835763412974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/08/hunters-birthday-party.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AHd4VTH_fg/TjmfO-KwMiI/AAAAAAAAD5g/72x2Al9SuAc/s72-c/More%2BJuly%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7554428990415135855</id><published>2011-07-26T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:01:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the 4th of July, we followed tradition and went to the parade in Dundalk. As usual, we stopped at McDonald's for breakfast with my parents. Jeremy and Jill met us there too, but didn't eat. After breakfast, we drove over to the parade route and found the rest of the family already set up on "our" corner. It was nice and sunny, and thankfully not as hot or humid as it was last year. Peyton and Hunter enjoyed the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0onMYLG4SHM/Ti283xM8W4I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/V2PvJyARMXo/s1600/July%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366375196810114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0onMYLG4SHM/Ti283xM8W4I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/V2PvJyARMXo/s320/July%2B001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin, Peyton, and Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYk7gtedIKM/Ti28yrbcLxI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/hzmBCQk2Zsk/s1600/July%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366287747657490" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYk7gtedIKM/Ti28yrbcLxI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/hzmBCQk2Zsk/s320/July%2B003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, White, and Blue! (And no, that wasn't planned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7dSA5TO57w/Ti28yRtWmlI/AAAAAAAAD1I/Reu6OhUJVyM/s1600/July%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366280843467346" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7dSA5TO57w/Ti28yRtWmlI/AAAAAAAAD1I/Reu6OhUJVyM/s320/July%2B004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAH4CmG7pus/Ti28yKGTV5I/AAAAAAAAD1A/o6JTCqr6pdU/s1600/July%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366278800627602" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAH4CmG7pus/Ti28yKGTV5I/AAAAAAAAD1A/o6JTCqr6pdU/s320/July%2B005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton keeps cool with his fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4V5DhXV1uQ/Ti28xxKZs0I/AAAAAAAAD04/qP9j5DjtZy8/s1600/July%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366272106935106" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4V5DhXV1uQ/Ti28xxKZs0I/AAAAAAAAD04/qP9j5DjtZy8/s320/July%2B006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf5JQ_kP4uI/Ti28xknA5GI/AAAAAAAAD0w/FV6DvJDDI6E/s1600/July%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633366268737283170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf5JQ_kP4uI/Ti28xknA5GI/AAAAAAAAD0w/FV6DvJDDI6E/s320/July%2B007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the parade, we went home to eat lunch and so that Peyton and Hunter could take naps. Then we went to a cookout at Kate and Dave's new house. Their house is so nice! They have the best kitchen, and I'm not even trying to hide the fact that I'm super jealous of it! Anyway, Dave grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. There was also corn on the cob and fruit salad. Kate was very patriotic with red, white, and blue tortilla chips, M&amp;amp;Ms, and gummy candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Dave's nephews and one of Noah's friends were also at the cookout. After everyone ate, they set up a slip and slide for the boys to play on. I think the kids had fun cooling off in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUd48xk-1og/Ti28ggrWPEI/AAAAAAAAD0o/C0tApl36jek/s1600/July%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633365975623941186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUd48xk-1og/Ti28ggrWPEI/AAAAAAAAD0o/C0tApl36jek/s320/July%2B010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah and Peyton snuck away to play with a big ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0QL29NPp9s/Ti28gauE6-I/AAAAAAAAD0g/D_nG7YtADzM/s1600/July%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633365974024776674" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0QL29NPp9s/Ti28gauE6-I/AAAAAAAAD0g/D_nG7YtADzM/s320/July%2B016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 6:00, Hunter started to get a little cranky, so we thought that we should drive back home. While we were on the way, we just decided to stop at Ft. Meade so that we could watch their fireworks. Normally, the base is closed to civilians, but they open it up on the 4th for a little festival and fireworks. We were pretty early, so we just relaxed on a blanket. Hunter ate a bottle, and it was the first time he held it all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUhIs67vCOY/Ti28gLgTnmI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/4sDxLPRl3Tk/s1600/July%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633365969940487778" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUhIs67vCOY/Ti28gLgTnmI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/4sDxLPRl3Tk/s320/July%2B018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton and me waiting for the fireworks to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIrow4Fj_gU/Ti28fxAkotI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/RebOU7deGDw/s1600/July%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633365962828063442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIrow4Fj_gU/Ti28fxAkotI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/RebOU7deGDw/s320/July%2B019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooohhh! Aaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8HrnB0Rc28/Ti28foo68FI/AAAAAAAAD0I/u2M5eNU28I4/s1600/July%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633365960581378130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8HrnB0Rc28/Ti28foo68FI/AAAAAAAAD0I/u2M5eNU28I4/s320/July%2B021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up leaving the fireworks before they were even finished because Peyton and Hunter were both exhausted and we wanted to beat the traffic off base. We got home around 10:30 and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July was busy, but fun. On Independence Day, it's important to remember those who fought, and are currently fighting, for our freedom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7554428990415135855?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7554428990415135855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7554428990415135855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7554428990415135855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7554428990415135855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0onMYLG4SHM/Ti283xM8W4I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/V2PvJyARMXo/s72-c/July%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-1161705160670934411</id><published>2011-07-25T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:01:03.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We planned a trip to Michigan this summer for a few reasons. First, we really wanted to see all of Kyle's grandparents, and introduce them to Hunter. Secondly, we haven't been there in a few years, so it was definitely time to visit. And third, Kyle's cousin Mandy was getting married, so we picked the dates for our trip based on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah spent the night at our house on Wednesday because Kate and Dave went to a concert in Baltimore. When they picked him up around 9:30 on Thursday morning, we all started the long, long drive to Michigan. We kept pace with Kate until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breezewood&lt;/span&gt;, PA because we needed to stop to feed Hunter and have lunch. They thought it was too early to eat, so they continued on. After lunch we drove for about another three hours, until it was time to feed Hunter again. This was just a quick stop for some baby food and a bottle. The next leg of the trip was absolutely horrific. Hunter screamed for the next three hours straight. There was just nothing we could do to soothe him. He couldn't (or wouldn't) take a nap, so he was super tired and cranky from being stuck in the car seat all day. Finally it was time to stop for dinner. We decided to eat a sit-down restaurant so that we could be out of the car for a while. After we finished with dinner, it was only another hour or so until we made it to the hotel. In all, it took us 11-1/2 hours to get to Michigan, with Hunter screaming for 3 of them. Yes, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; ride. Thankfully, Peyton was pretty quiet because we brought the DVD player and lots of movies. He was focused on them the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into our hotel around 9:00 pm and got the boys settled into bed. We got a suite, so Peyton took one bedroom and we set up Hunter's pack-and-play in the living room area. We took the other bedroom, of course. Friday morning, they actually slept relatively late to about 8:30. We got dressed and went to the lobby for breakfast. We planned on going to Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moreau's&lt;/span&gt; house for lunch around 12, so we still had a little time to waste. Peyton was acting crazy and Hunter was bored, so we just went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt; to browse. It's not a trip to MI without a stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to Grandma's and it was time for Hunter to eat. Then he was super tired so we set up the pack-and-play in the bedroom and he took a nap. Unfortunately, Hunter slept almost the entire time that we were there, so I didn't get any pictures of him with Nana. She put out quite the spread of food for lunch. Actually, I'm going to say it was the most food that I've ever seen set out for lunch. After we ate, Peyton played with the animal Beanie Babies and we chatted with Grandma. Kate and Dave came over a little later and hung out. Around 4:00 Hunter woke up, we fed him again, and then we left for Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rohner's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were super excited to see Hunter and Peyton. Grandma couldn't wait to get her hands on Hunter. He went to her with no problems. (Of course Hunter had to wear his State outfit in MI!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDZJXhiBki0/TinZba9CuCI/AAAAAAAAD0A/gGhXkUdLqKY/s1600/More%2BJune%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632271874118563874" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDZJXhiBki0/TinZba9CuCI/AAAAAAAAD0A/gGhXkUdLqKY/s320/More%2BJune%2B080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton played with Grandpa by measuring his foot with a toy tape measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C0ZTHlPN28/TinZbBH0LdI/AAAAAAAADz4/qDCw5-jHzJs/s1600/More%2BJune%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632271867184426450" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C0ZTHlPN28/TinZbBH0LdI/AAAAAAAADz4/qDCw5-jHzJs/s320/More%2BJune%2B084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great-Grandpa, Great-Grandma, Peyton and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rLRtKdH5gk/TinZa89JHrI/AAAAAAAADzw/pcUEQLkzoIc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632271866065919666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rLRtKdH5gk/TinZa89JHrI/AAAAAAAADzw/pcUEQLkzoIc/s320/More%2BJune%2B085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed there for a few hours talking. Grandma cooked chicken and rice for dinner and we had brownies for dessert. Yum. It was getting to be Hunter's bedtime though, so we took off for the hotel so that he could go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, Ryan, Becky, Lindsey, Sara, Kate, Dave, Noah, Linda, and Jim came to our hotel so that the kids could go swimming together. I think everyone had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YhAseFPHnA/TinZaokZq-I/AAAAAAAADzo/6auO7jn468s/s1600/More%2BJune%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632271860593437666" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YhAseFPHnA/TinZaokZq-I/AAAAAAAADzo/6auO7jn468s/s320/More%2BJune%2B088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhs1JXc70A/TinZaS0zDKI/AAAAAAAADzg/_H1_S4GMVa8/s1600/More%2BJune%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632271854756629666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRhs1JXc70A/TinZaS0zDKI/AAAAAAAADzg/_H1_S4GMVa8/s320/More%2BJune%2B090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everyone cleaned up from the pool, we all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arby's&lt;/span&gt; for a quick lunch. We separated so that the kids could take naps before Mandy's wedding, which was at 3:00. Peyton and Hunter laid down for a little while, then we gave them baths and got them dressed. Then we were off to the wedding. Peyton was so sad that we were in a church, but that there was no singing. He loves singing church songs. Both he and Hunter were very well behaved during the ceremony. Here is the beautiful bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plfJ--atX9Y/TinYSd-vsjI/AAAAAAAADyw/b1s-uGq85g8/s1600/More%2BJune%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632270620800561714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plfJ--atX9Y/TinYSd-vsjI/AAAAAAAADyw/b1s-uGq85g8/s320/More%2BJune%2B098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the wedding, we had a few hours before the reception started. Becky's parents graciously watched Hunter for us while we were at the reception, because it started at 6:00 and he goes to bed shortly after that. Hunter had no problem staying there and went right to Becky's dad. We hung out at their house and took some pictures until it was time to leave for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a66WqfgAns/TinYSCsve_I/AAAAAAAADyo/knRXjYFp0R4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632270613477293042" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0a66WqfgAns/TinYSCsve_I/AAAAAAAADyo/knRXjYFp0R4/s320/More%2BJune%2B101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORANFonDx6o/TinYR51E73I/AAAAAAAADyg/L6LgHKBJtVo/s1600/More%2BJune%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632270611096334194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORANFonDx6o/TinYR51E73I/AAAAAAAADyg/L6LgHKBJtVo/s320/More%2BJune%2B102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins - Lindsey, Peyton, Hunter, and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qlWbEmX1c/TinYRk_A0KI/AAAAAAAADyY/FtHshORLPfk/s1600/More%2BJune%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632270605500862626" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qlWbEmX1c/TinYRk_A0KI/AAAAAAAADyY/FtHshORLPfk/s320/More%2BJune%2B104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to the reception a little after 6:00. The theme of the wedding was the 70's - think peace signs and flower power. While we were waiting for dinner to be served, we hit up the candy table. There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; take-out boxes and lots of old school candy, like candy buttons, wax bottles, jawbreakers, and bubble gum to sample. It was after 7:00 before tables were called to the buffet and we were practically the last table to be called. By the time we got our food, it was after 8:00 and we were starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was time to get our groove on. It seemed like the kids never stopped dancing! Peyton danced with Lindsey and Sara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVkKDsnUgAM/TinYROeZ_sI/AAAAAAAADyQ/4vnghft74wo/s1600/More%2BJune%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632270599458520770" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVkKDsnUgAM/TinYROeZ_sI/AAAAAAAADyQ/4vnghft74wo/s320/More%2BJune%2B107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB1dC8wUPIQ/TinXYc0LlcI/AAAAAAAADyI/ipKW5AismqA/s1600/More%2BJune%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269624055403970" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB1dC8wUPIQ/TinXYc0LlcI/AAAAAAAADyI/ipKW5AismqA/s320/More%2BJune%2B108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton was ready to catch the garter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYiwjtN_ECc/TinXYAlqb7I/AAAAAAAADyA/cszPD3_jNYU/s1600/More%2BJune%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269616478318514" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYiwjtN_ECc/TinXYAlqb7I/AAAAAAAADyA/cszPD3_jNYU/s320/More%2BJune%2B110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the bouquet and garter tosses, they sat the girl down that caught the bouquet for the guy who caught the garter to put it on her leg. They blindfolded the guy, and then switched the girl out for Dave! How he got picked, I'm not sure, but what ensued was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjN7gVRou7g/TinXX9YGFqI/AAAAAAAADx4/_SrSYHgKot8/s1600/More%2BJune%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269615616104098" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjN7gVRou7g/TinXX9YGFqI/AAAAAAAADx4/_SrSYHgKot8/s320/More%2BJune%2B111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeCEY1vsxsI/TinXXYWLK9I/AAAAAAAADxw/reGgCuksLAo/s1600/More%2BJune%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269605675936722" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeCEY1vsxsI/TinXXYWLK9I/AAAAAAAADxw/reGgCuksLAo/s320/More%2BJune%2B112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, back to dancing. Kyle danced with Lindsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt_Q_QTLDJk/TinXXLtHrsI/AAAAAAAADxo/nCd-fzzw05c/s1600/More%2BJune%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269602282516162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt_Q_QTLDJk/TinXXLtHrsI/AAAAAAAADxo/nCd-fzzw05c/s320/More%2BJune%2B116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton even busted out his break-dancing moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsVCrd3rPIo/TinXCkSNIBI/AAAAAAAADxg/-M4HtbrSV2w/s1600/More%2BJune%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269248103260178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsVCrd3rPIo/TinXCkSNIBI/AAAAAAAADxg/-M4HtbrSV2w/s320/More%2BJune%2B117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Dave used Peyton as his personal drum kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nyUsu9kxkU/TinXCfrbM-I/AAAAAAAADxY/jbLkyLzNfgc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269246866863074" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nyUsu9kxkU/TinXCfrbM-I/AAAAAAAADxY/jbLkyLzNfgc/s320/More%2BJune%2B118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GRvs1OpDY4/TinXCF1AZ7I/AAAAAAAADxQ/kWdHHz0e2lc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269239927728050" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GRvs1OpDY4/TinXCF1AZ7I/AAAAAAAADxQ/kWdHHz0e2lc/s320/More%2BJune%2B120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle and Grandma were dancing to Jennifer Lopez! Grandma danced with Kyle more than I did. What's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvw8IE0Dy_4/TinXBwAMwMI/AAAAAAAADxI/MJ4i3I9c8MA/s1600/More%2BJune%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269234069094594" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvw8IE0Dy_4/TinXBwAMwMI/AAAAAAAADxI/MJ4i3I9c8MA/s320/More%2BJune%2B121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGUfTf1RzTU/TinXBa0yCGI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ksz6MktAOio/s1600/More%2BJune%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632269228384061538" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGUfTf1RzTU/TinXBa0yCGI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ksz6MktAOio/s320/More%2BJune%2B122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton started to run out of energy, so we left the reception around 10:30, I think. We stopped by Becky's parents' house to get Hunter and then went back to the hotel for some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton slept in again on Sunday and we needed to wake Hunter up so that we could get some breakfast and get back on the road. We ended leaving around 9:30 again. It took another 12 hours to get home, but this time Hunter only cried for a little while when he was hungry and we were stuck in traffic and not moving. I crawled into the backseat and gave him a bottle. Other than that one time, the trip home was smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see everyone, since it's been a while. We also caught up with Kyle's dad, some of his cousins, aunts, and uncles. While we needed a vacation after our vacation, we did have a good time. Hopefully next time we'll be back sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-1161705160670934411?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/1161705160670934411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=1161705160670934411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1161705160670934411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1161705160670934411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/07/michigan.html' title='Michigan'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDZJXhiBki0/TinZba9CuCI/AAAAAAAAD0A/gGhXkUdLqKY/s72-c/More%2BJune%2B080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4478098678591907129</id><published>2011-07-24T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:01:01.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pictures in this post are all out of order (even though I know I added them in the correct order), so I'm pretty much just going to explain what's going on in each. Because honestly, I'm too lazy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upload &lt;/span&gt; them again right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kept Peyton and Hunter home with me the week we left for Michigan. There was no sense in paying for them to be at daycare for only three days. So on Tuesday of that week, I took them to the Science Center. It was my mom's day off of work, so she came with us. And I am so glad she did -- she was such a big help keeping Hunter occupied so that I could play with Peyton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we first entered the Science Center, we met this lady who had a little setup to teach about starfish. Peyton schooled her on details about starfish and she was so impressed that he knew so much about them, being so young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7y_3ocQ4Do/TinN-xyWATI/AAAAAAAADwI/nU6EalOqFs8/s1600/More%2BJune%2B027.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/-R7y_3ocQ4Do/TinN-xyWATI/AAAAAAAADwI/nU6EalOqFs8/s320/More%2BJune%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632259287403594034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a live lizard in this display case. Hunter checked him out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POL1SA-SV38/TinN-mUVYUI/AAAAAAAADwA/hsiz29xiioU/s1600/More%2BJune%2B040.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/-POL1SA-SV38/TinN-mUVYUI/AAAAAAAADwA/hsiz29xiioU/s320/More%2BJune%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632259284324933954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton and his friend, the Maryland Blue Crab. (I think I ate his cousin at dinner on Father's Day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzh17mWwZPY/TinN-FVTdtI/AAAAAAAADv4/_FGtol-fdnw/s1600/More%2BJune%2B034.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/-hzh17mWwZPY/TinN-FVTdtI/AAAAAAAADv4/_FGtol-fdnw/s320/More%2BJune%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632259275470632658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter was quite interested in learning how clouds form in our atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_k2O0MwFO0/TinN9yePGoI/AAAAAAAADvw/5N42FYaHw54/s1600/More%2BJune%2B030.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/-M_k2O0MwFO0/TinN9yePGoI/AAAAAAAADvw/5N42FYaHw54/s320/More%2BJune%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632259270407821954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the entrance of the museum, this guy did a static electricity experiment with my mom and Peyton. He had the three of them hold hands so that they could feel the electric current run through each of them around the circle. Pretty neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExuJiSw-rZ4/TinN_EkbOhI/AAAAAAAADwQ/75CaJ_8v9IY/s1600/More%2BJune%2B026.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/-ExuJiSw-rZ4/TinN_EkbOhI/AAAAAAAADwQ/75CaJ_8v9IY/s320/More%2BJune%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632259292445489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the dinosaur area, there was this big dinosaur skull. I think its a tyrannosaurus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRe_tVkB-c4/TinNeeCQhcI/AAAAAAAADvg/Jymjq73UtYM/s1600/More%2BJune%2B042.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/-mRe_tVkB-c4/TinNeeCQhcI/AAAAAAAADvg/Jymjq73UtYM/s320/More%2BJune%2B042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258732345820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paleontologist Peyton digging for fossils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNx9QsXHrsA/TinNeDLiGZI/AAAAAAAADvY/y6iTpE17uzc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B039.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/-vNx9QsXHrsA/TinNeDLiGZI/AAAAAAAADvY/y6iTpE17uzc/s320/More%2BJune%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258725136963986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This exhibit teaches how a volcano forms. Peyton was controlling the heat under the ground, which eventually caused the volcano to erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUD8pMMpUtU/TinNd58UQmI/AAAAAAAADvQ/SRGj7rSAL2U/s1600/More%2BJune%2B044.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/-kUD8pMMpUtU/TinNd58UQmI/AAAAAAAADvQ/SRGj7rSAL2U/s320/More%2BJune%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258722657223266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up in Newton's Alley, we learned a lot about physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgOjGShm6bc/TinNdglIcII/AAAAAAAADvI/AaEvebi2G68/s1600/More%2BJune%2B045.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/-DgOjGShm6bc/TinNdglIcII/AAAAAAAADvI/AaEvebi2G68/s320/More%2BJune%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258715849093250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is another picture from the dinosaur area. It's a triceratops skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CItw6Vr1NE/TinNe2vKxFI/AAAAAAAADvo/cD9ALfbCsA4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B041.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/-6CItw6Vr1NE/TinNe2vKxFI/AAAAAAAADvo/cD9ALfbCsA4/s320/More%2BJune%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258738976638034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Peyton standing next to an actual tire from a space shuttle that was in space. They're pretty big tires!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arB7tp8-nWA/TinNHz4U8aI/AAAAAAAADu4/AzlBTAME8Qc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B052.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/-arB7tp8-nWA/TinNHz4U8aI/AAAAAAAADu4/AzlBTAME8Qc/s320/More%2BJune%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258343072756130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astronaut Peyton on Jupiter with Saturn in the background. That space suit was taken up into space in the Space Shuttle Discovery on one of its missions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfdjAh0qFWc/TinNHh0zeJI/AAAAAAAADuw/tqefRqR-96M/s1600/More%2BJune%2B054.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/-LfdjAh0qFWc/TinNHh0zeJI/AAAAAAAADuw/tqefRqR-96M/s320/More%2BJune%2B054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258338226141330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton loved laying on the bed of nails. I think he did it two or three different times. It's amazing that the nails do not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6bjR-FuWPo/TinNHZY0q_I/AAAAAAAADuo/qcuJ8ar0q88/s1600/More%2BJune%2B055.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/-H6bjR-FuWPo/TinNHZY0q_I/AAAAAAAADuo/qcuJ8ar0q88/s320/More%2BJune%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258335961295858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's me pointing out where my brain tumor was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWGV6GNolDU/TinNHLYO1CI/AAAAAAAADug/J8MhWkWp61c/s1600/More%2BJune%2B057.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/-aWGV6GNolDU/TinNHLYO1CI/AAAAAAAADug/J8MhWkWp61c/s320/More%2BJune%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258332200719394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton played a harp with no strings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILCmwK7vZbs/TinNIIdIWMI/AAAAAAAADvA/x_udpE0d8NY/s1600/More%2BJune%2B050.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/-ILCmwK7vZbs/TinNIIdIWMI/AAAAAAAADvA/x_udpE0d8NY/s320/More%2BJune%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632258348595828930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter decided that the Science Center was just too much fun for him to handle, so he took a little nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gs4D1jHl_E/TinMv6QG7nI/AAAAAAAADuQ/WZbmlXv5UOM/s1600/More%2BJune%2B061.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/--gs4D1jHl_E/TinMv6QG7nI/AAAAAAAADuQ/WZbmlXv5UOM/s320/More%2BJune%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257932466253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton visited Antarctica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mV0_3fBPVlQ/TinMvvJGmFI/AAAAAAAADuI/FP8SByccQLY/s1600/More%2BJune%2B063.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/-mV0_3fBPVlQ/TinMvvJGmFI/AAAAAAAADuI/FP8SByccQLY/s320/More%2BJune%2B063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257929484081234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we played with some penguins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIghk23jMyA/TinMvfKRc3I/AAAAAAAADuA/TyFv4cWzEpM/s1600/More%2BJune%2B064.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/-QIghk23jMyA/TinMvfKRc3I/AAAAAAAADuA/TyFv4cWzEpM/s320/More%2BJune%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257925194019698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton got to shake "Cal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ripken's&lt;/span&gt;" hand. Of course, he has no idea who Cal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ripken&lt;/span&gt; is. He was wearing his Orioles gear that day though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE0Blel_6Lc/TinMvIKhhYI/AAAAAAAADt4/i1ru2q0-G8A/s1600/More%2BJune%2B066.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/-ZE0Blel_6Lc/TinMvIKhhYI/AAAAAAAADt4/i1ru2q0-G8A/s320/More%2BJune%2B066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257919021057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/span&gt;, Mom! You're gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13X6_pVV-hk/TinMwKWt_8I/AAAAAAAADuY/oA_t9Mgzd7c/s1600/More%2BJune%2B060.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/-13X6_pVV-hk/TinMwKWt_8I/AAAAAAAADuY/oA_t9Mgzd7c/s320/More%2BJune%2B060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257936788946882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Peyton was ready to steer the boat. He was taking me on a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBER4uGuU1Y/TinMM2FNqsI/AAAAAAAADto/PqXoxXvU8Sc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B071.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/-NBER4uGuU1Y/TinMM2FNqsI/AAAAAAAADto/PqXoxXvU8Sc/s320/More%2BJune%2B071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257330051394242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This water table was very exciting to Peyton. I liked that they provided the smocks, because he got pretty wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEmfCwEnRik/TinMMiQzYUI/AAAAAAAADtg/VdWTf4r5hKI/s1600/More%2BJune%2B072.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/-tEmfCwEnRik/TinMMiQzYUI/AAAAAAAADtg/VdWTf4r5hKI/s320/More%2BJune%2B072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257324731294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Peyton is swimming in the Chesapeake Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oO_Wf2e-tlo/TinMMRa-mMI/AAAAAAAADtY/kzxo0nE8a84/s1600/More%2BJune%2B073.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/-oO_Wf2e-tlo/TinMMRa-mMI/AAAAAAAADtY/kzxo0nE8a84/s320/More%2BJune%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257320210569410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Peyton with a big giant crab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Wq2OYpoG_Q/TinML-gQuuI/AAAAAAAADtQ/84WbwpdGfWM/s1600/More%2BJune%2B075.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/-_Wq2OYpoG_Q/TinML-gQuuI/AAAAAAAADtQ/84WbwpdGfWM/s320/More%2BJune%2B075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257315132455650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drop the anchor so that we can set sail, Peyton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvI5w4t2GXQ/TinMNSbvqxI/AAAAAAAADtw/veuN8d_YDVc/s1600/More%2BJune%2B069.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/-TvI5w4t2GXQ/TinMNSbvqxI/AAAAAAAADtw/veuN8d_YDVc/s320/More%2BJune%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632257337662090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There were many more exhibits that we explored, but I wouldn't want to bore anyone with a million pictures. Peyton had a really good time throughout the Science Center because almost every single exhibit is hands on. He learned a lot about the earth, dinosaurs, the human body and physics. He even learned about stars and constellations by watching a show in the planetarium called "One World, One Sky" featuring Elmo, Big Bird, and some character from the Chinese version of Sesame Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had a super fun day at the Science Center. The day started out rainy, but ended up super hot.  Before leaving for home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; treated Peyton to some Rita's. Unfortunately Kyle had to miss the excitement, but we had a good day with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4478098678591907129?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4478098678591907129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4478098678591907129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4478098678591907129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4478098678591907129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/07/science-center.html' title='Science Center'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7y_3ocQ4Do/TinN-xyWATI/AAAAAAAADwI/nU6EalOqFs8/s72-c/More%2BJune%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-76484006752731634</id><published>2011-07-23T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:01:00.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Father's Day, Peyton and I made Kyle a super special crown. I designed it, cut it out, and wrote "King for a Day" on it, and Peyton was responsible for all of the beautiful artwork on it. You can't see it in these pictures, but he drew a picture of Kyle on the back side of the crown. Peyton could not wait for Kyle to wake up so that he could give him the crown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton made Kyle an art project at daycare, featuring his footprints, a picture of him surfing, and a little poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H017pfepW6I/TinFJ8NdjcI/AAAAAAAADtA/5Y04KR9Jbjs/s1600/More%2BJune%2B004.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/-H017pfepW6I/TinFJ8NdjcI/AAAAAAAADtA/5Y04KR9Jbjs/s320/More%2BJune%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249583575600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter also made Kyle an art project at daycare. His featured his hand print and a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IG7JsvbqcKs/TinFJF3wWBI/AAAAAAAADs4/ue32pm5Gzdw/s1600/More%2BJune%2B006.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/-IG7JsvbqcKs/TinFJF3wWBI/AAAAAAAADs4/ue32pm5Gzdw/s320/More%2BJune%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249568989042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave Kyle a super cute picture of him with Peyton and Hunter in a "Dad" frame for his desk at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_YQYxGlCg8/TinFI8JZEsI/AAAAAAAADsw/GCCXHDByH2o/s1600/More%2BJune%2B010.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/-J_YQYxGlCg8/TinFI8JZEsI/AAAAAAAADsw/GCCXHDByH2o/s320/More%2BJune%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249566378660546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random cuteness of Hunter never hurts anyone, right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23W6MS7rhK0/TinFIoIch_I/AAAAAAAADso/oSnKO1ASBw4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B008.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/-23W6MS7rhK0/TinFIoIch_I/AAAAAAAADso/oSnKO1ASBw4/s320/More%2BJune%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249561005983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton and Hunter got Kyle three boxes of golf balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lc03hA-I7U/TinEthTvDgI/AAAAAAAADsg/ordUUEnlaMk/s1600/More%2BJune%2B011.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/-2lc03hA-I7U/TinEthTvDgI/AAAAAAAADsg/ordUUEnlaMk/s320/More%2BJune%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249095317818882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy and Peyton (Peyton's shirt says "Daddy's Caddy")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4CRXnfrN2Q/TinFKLwxRbI/AAAAAAAADtI/gvJ3w0ANBLs/s1600/More%2BJune%2B003.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/-k4CRXnfrN2Q/TinFKLwxRbI/AAAAAAAADtI/gvJ3w0ANBLs/s320/More%2BJune%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249587750225330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get a good picture of Kyle and Hunter together, but Hunter was wearing a shirt that said "I ♥ Dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later in the evening, we met up with my parents and Jeremy and Jill at Bo Brooks for dinner and to give my dad presents. Peyton insisted that Kyle wear his crown to the restaurant, and he did. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have gotten a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; funny looks, but Peyton was so excited that it was definitely worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton had a gift for Pop-Pop. It was a stegosaurus made out of sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVq9Rt2_e2w/TinEtX8VmAI/AAAAAAAADsY/7aUMy-cqQpk/s1600/More%2BJune%2B013.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/-dVq9Rt2_e2w/TinEtX8VmAI/AAAAAAAADsY/7aUMy-cqQpk/s320/More%2BJune%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249092803762178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's my daddy and his favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;child&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; daughter. We're cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQNgRKUphPA/TinEtKk6SII/AAAAAAAADsQ/HDoKz9JE-hw/s1600/More%2BJune%2B015.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/-xQNgRKUphPA/TinEtKk6SII/AAAAAAAADsQ/HDoKz9JE-hw/s320/More%2BJune%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249089215842434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Dad, and Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZjYIYZsChM/TinEs6ywScI/AAAAAAAADsI/uUjsDtQ7VA4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B016.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/-sZjYIYZsChM/TinEs6ywScI/AAAAAAAADsI/uUjsDtQ7VA4/s320/More%2BJune%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249084978940354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter and one of his favorite dudes, Pop-Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ap-IBs4i6a0/TinERo_N5xI/AAAAAAAADr4/awrfAvMszk4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B018.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/-ap-IBs4i6a0/TinERo_N5xI/AAAAAAAADr4/awrfAvMszk4/s320/More%2BJune%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632248616342906642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy and Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PR4O8LMh4zk/TinERQ7PS-I/AAAAAAAADrw/Bt2-R7CRdbQ/s1600/More%2BJune%2B019.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/-PR4O8LMh4zk/TinERQ7PS-I/AAAAAAAADrw/Bt2-R7CRdbQ/s320/More%2BJune%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632248609883769826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; shared her crab soup with Peyton. As you can see from the picture, it was all over his face, so I think he enjoyed it. Thank goodness he likes crabs, unlike his crazy father. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTyGT7FUunM/TinERFEpdUI/AAAAAAAADro/dmxvZfACOsQ/s1600/More%2BJune%2B021.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/-fTyGT7FUunM/TinERFEpdUI/AAAAAAAADro/dmxvZfACOsQ/s320/More%2BJune%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632248606702007618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave my dad a gift card to Starbucks. He is difficult to buy for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f_rP6etx3M/TinER5hz8II/AAAAAAAADsA/aoOIk6rILy4/s1600/More%2BJune%2B017.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/-6f_rP6etx3M/TinER5hz8II/AAAAAAAADsA/aoOIk6rILy4/s320/More%2BJune%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632248620782973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a really nice day, and dinner outside on the patio was quite refreshing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the two best dads in the world. To my dad, you know you're awesome. And Kyle, you are seriously the best husband to me and the greatest daddy to Peyton and Hunter. We are all lucky to have you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-76484006752731634?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/76484006752731634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=76484006752731634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/76484006752731634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/76484006752731634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H017pfepW6I/TinFJ8NdjcI/AAAAAAAADtA/5Y04KR9Jbjs/s72-c/More%2BJune%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-9075786737020160123</id><published>2011-07-22T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:38:36.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Museum of Natural History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baaaaaaaack&lt;/span&gt;. I just got so far behind, that the task of catching up on all of our goings-on was a daunting task. But, here I go. I'm going to schedule one entry to post every day until I'm caught up. After the long wait, I hope I don't disappoint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As everyone knows by now, Peyton is in love with all things animals. Back on June 12, we took him (and Hunter, of course!) to the National Museum of Natural History down in Washington, DC. We decided to drive into the city, rather than take the Metro like we normally would because we figured that it would be a little tough to navigate the train with Hunter's big stroller. We didn't tell Peyton where we were going, because 1. he wouldn't even really understand what it was, and 2. he would talk non-stop about animals for the entire drive (and honestly, that gets annoying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We arrived at the museum just after it opened at 10 am. The first exhibits that we visited were those about sea life. There were bones of various whales hanging from the ceiling. There was also a life-size replica of a whale hanging from the ceiling and it was huge! Here, Peyton is looking at plankton that whales typically eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLdH11InE5k/TftzvtnxofI/AAAAAAAADrg/rJuuluRE5wE/s1600/June%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212223612297714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLdH11InE5k/TftzvtnxofI/AAAAAAAADrg/rJuuluRE5wE/s320/June%2B007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Peyton walked by each different item in the entire museum, he asked, "Mommy, what's that?" or "Daddy, what animal is that?" or "What does that do?" I loved his curiosity. Here he is feeling a portion of a "crusty patch" that grows on a right whale's skin. He was very hands-on throughout the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sznztzybZco/TftzvbEvWlI/AAAAAAAADrY/AaDnMzxXnlk/s1600/June%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212218633509458" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sznztzybZco/TftzvbEvWlI/AAAAAAAADrY/AaDnMzxXnlk/s320/June%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After spending lots of time learning about sea creatures, we headed to the dinosaur exhibits. Peyton pointed to this diagram on the wall and told us what each dinosaur was called - and he was RIGHT each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuOwuEsqEug/TftzjoNHx9I/AAAAAAAADrI/UV5RzWR0WLk/s1600/June%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212015999895506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuOwuEsqEug/TftzjoNHx9I/AAAAAAAADrI/UV5RzWR0WLk/s320/June%2B023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For some reason, Peyton was a little scared of the dinosaur bones, so he just would not pose for a picture in front of any of them. But, I did get this picture of my boys in front of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stegosaurus&lt;/span&gt; replica. (Notice the boys are wearing their dinosaur bone shirts! Good work getting them dressed, Kyle.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-behnK_-I82A/TftzjZyultI/AAAAAAAADrA/UdUO_o8PIMI/s1600/June%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212012131096274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-behnK_-I82A/TftzjZyultI/AAAAAAAADrA/UdUO_o8PIMI/s320/June%2B025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is T. Rex!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yBsx2CXNkE/TftzjEU8sUI/AAAAAAAADq4/MP0p1oPQArk/s1600/June%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212006369046850" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yBsx2CXNkE/TftzjEU8sUI/AAAAAAAADq4/MP0p1oPQArk/s320/June%2B026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the atrium of the museum, there is a life-sized elephant as the centerpiece. Here are Peyton and I in front of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRZ8N7UwBiA/TftzixTL-DI/AAAAAAAADqw/CQfiGg1saoU/s1600/June%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212001261385778" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRZ8N7UwBiA/TftzixTL-DI/AAAAAAAADqw/CQfiGg1saoU/s320/June%2B029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next we were onto the mammal section. There were lots of lots of animals like these. We hung out in here for a long, long time. Peyton could not get enough! He liked the little dear and the big moose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpkK8oH1aKI/TftzCJCd-5I/AAAAAAAADqo/K1OyFGdWM14/s1600/June%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619211440698030994" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpkK8oH1aKI/TftzCJCd-5I/AAAAAAAADqo/K1OyFGdWM14/s320/June%2B032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's Peyton with one of his favorite animals, the okapi. He loves to stump people with its existence, because we've found that most people have never heard of okapis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GNmjOB7_M/TftzCNWDDrI/AAAAAAAADqg/EPLVpYkhIUk/s1600/June%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619211441853894322" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GNmjOB7_M/TftzCNWDDrI/AAAAAAAADqg/EPLVpYkhIUk/s320/June%2B049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter checked out the little kangaroo. He pointed to the pouch and said, "Hey, if I were a kangaroo, I'd be in there right now." My kids are so smart. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ_-0MnWCRw/TftzBh5UOtI/AAAAAAAADqY/hXA6AUEVauI/s1600/June%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619211430190660306" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ_-0MnWCRw/TftzBh5UOtI/AAAAAAAADqY/hXA6AUEVauI/s320/June%2B063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After prying Peyton away from these animals, we started to check out the gems, but Peyton had to go to the bathroom, and we never got back to see the Hope Diamond. In another section of the museum, we learned that the world population at around noon, EST was about 6.7 billion. It seemed to increase about 7 people per second. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfBIdiZCKdc/TftzBoGGzjI/AAAAAAAADqQ/XoNuRDw3fGY/s1600/June%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619211431854919218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfBIdiZCKdc/TftzBoGGzjI/AAAAAAAADqQ/XoNuRDw3fGY/s320/June%2B068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next section that we checked out was dedicated to ancient China. Here is Kyle with his new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdtAyD1OZ8w/TftzBflzkjI/AAAAAAAADqI/PUc1Rphz9IM/s1600/June%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619211429571957298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdtAyD1OZ8w/TftzBflzkjI/AAAAAAAADqI/PUc1Rphz9IM/s320/June%2B069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter finally passed out after getting a little cranky from being tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4wByg0KCrQ/TftyYOQuRLI/AAAAAAAADqA/xjXj7vcyC7w/s1600/June%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619210720545490098" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4wByg0KCrQ/TftyYOQuRLI/AAAAAAAADqA/xjXj7vcyC7w/s320/June%2B072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We looked at a bunch of different minerals. Peyton was still curious and wanted to know everything about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLheTcHe_qI/TftyX9FhsLI/AAAAAAAADp4/vj5L2oljMOE/s1600/June%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619210715935125682" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLheTcHe_qI/TftyX9FhsLI/AAAAAAAADp4/vj5L2oljMOE/s320/June%2B073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After looking at more bones of various animals, we went into the bug area of the museum. Here is Peyton acting like an ant in an ant tunnel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IuDOdFjnH8/TftyXgz_GhI/AAAAAAAADpw/3PUraLEJIwk/s1600/June%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619210708345362962" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IuDOdFjnH8/TftyXgz_GhI/AAAAAAAADpw/3PUraLEJIwk/s320/June%2B081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was looking at spiders in the picture below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpmeK2LXVA/TftyXQ-8D5I/AAAAAAAADpo/2MeKltqHdio/s1600/June%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619210704096333714" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpmeK2LXVA/TftyXQ-8D5I/AAAAAAAADpo/2MeKltqHdio/s320/June%2B082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not really sure what he's standing on in this picture, but he looked cute, so I thought I'd include it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA6l5VNtK-c/TftyXBmBVvI/AAAAAAAADpg/RwanMm27AQA/s1600/June%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619210699965290226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA6l5VNtK-c/TftyXBmBVvI/AAAAAAAADpg/RwanMm27AQA/s320/June%2B083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We saw pretty much everything in the entire museum, it was getting late, and our feet were getting tired so we headed home. I love that Peyton loves to learn and it is fun to see his passion for animals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-9075786737020160123?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/9075786737020160123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=9075786737020160123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9075786737020160123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9075786737020160123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/07/national-museum-of-natural-history.html' title='National Museum of Natural History'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLdH11InE5k/TftzvtnxofI/AAAAAAAADrg/rJuuluRE5wE/s72-c/June%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4869192321063120546</id><published>2011-06-04T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:50:04.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorial Day was very hot, but a lot of fun too. First, we went to my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tahis&lt;/span&gt;' daughter's 1st birthday party. It was at Centennial Park in Columbia. We let Peyton play on the playground for a little while, but it was just too hot, so we went back to the pavilion where there was shade. Peyton was absolutely famished, so he ate some chicken, seafood pasta salad, and fruit salad. Unfortunately, we couldn't stay long because we had another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; to attend. We didn't get to play the games that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tahis&lt;/span&gt; planned, see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanai&lt;/span&gt; eat her birthday cake, or watch her open gifts -- which stinks! Peyton was bummed that we left before he got to eat cake (even though he really wouldn't have eaten it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The birthday girl (adorable!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFvb78lkLho/Teq_wSdMI6I/AAAAAAAADpY/yhRrtuWsnw8/s1600/May%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614510721779639202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFvb78lkLho/Teq_wSdMI6I/AAAAAAAADpY/yhRrtuWsnw8/s320/May%2B080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the activities that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tahis&lt;/span&gt; had set up was face painting. Peyton wanted his whole face painted like a tiger (gee, an animal... shocker). He must take after Kyle in his love of face paint, who took it upon himself to get his face painted like a clown when he was younger. I convinced Peyton to go with a smaller football on his cheek. The football didn't last too long though because it was so hot, and it pretty much melted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nCszDcMq3s/Teq_wH02LeI/AAAAAAAADpQ/NmwdvupD_yE/s1600/May%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614510718926073314" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nCszDcMq3s/Teq_wH02LeI/AAAAAAAADpQ/NmwdvupD_yE/s320/May%2B078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6hi5AARCM0/Teq_v4Xr8RI/AAAAAAAADpI/czh8xhn5xDI/s1600/May%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614510714777235730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6hi5AARCM0/Teq_v4Xr8RI/AAAAAAAADpI/czh8xhn5xDI/s320/May%2B079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter spent his time at the party eating his baby food and bottle. Even though he didn't nap well earlier in the day, he didn't get fussy, despite the heat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys getting their red, white, and blue on in honor of Memorial Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJazPqwKL1E/Teq_vSVHuiI/AAAAAAAADpA/oCZ7G59zAXc/s1600/May%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614510704565926434" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJazPqwKL1E/Teq_vSVHuiI/AAAAAAAADpA/oCZ7G59zAXc/s320/May%2B082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we left the birthday party, we headed to a cookout with my parents, Jeremy, and Jill. There was the usual cookout food, like hamburgers, hot dogs, macaroni salad, and watermelon. The girls enjoyed strawberry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daiquiris&lt;/span&gt; and the boys drank margaritas. And there was lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiffle&lt;/span&gt; ball in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a blast on Memorial Day, even though it was in the upper 90s. However, we can't forget the real meaning of Memorial Day. I want to thank everyone who has served (like Kyle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tahis&lt;/span&gt;) or is serving our country (like my brother-in-law, Adam, who is currently overseas), and especially those that have made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4869192321063120546?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4869192321063120546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4869192321063120546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4869192321063120546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4869192321063120546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFvb78lkLho/Teq_wSdMI6I/AAAAAAAADpY/yhRrtuWsnw8/s72-c/May%2B080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3979506627259681473</id><published>2011-05-26T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:10:57.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are a few pictures that didn't quite fit into any other post, but that I wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter started eating Puffs toward the end of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXoIRfWKfOo/Td6vpgp0soI/AAAAAAAADoE/HJZoaC0Otno/s1600/April%2B210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXoIRfWKfOo/Td6vpgp0soI/AAAAAAAADoE/HJZoaC0Otno/s320/April%2B210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611115313425068674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me examine it a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhC1PUbDyAQ/Td6vpXRn14I/AAAAAAAADn8/Qs9W1GrybAY/s1600/April%2B211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhC1PUbDyAQ/Td6vpXRn14I/AAAAAAAADn8/Qs9W1GrybAY/s320/April%2B211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611115310907643778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPuOhTJ2wi8/Td6voGbEcRI/AAAAAAAADn0/rwRET1kkP1U/s1600/April%2B212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPuOhTJ2wi8/Td6voGbEcRI/AAAAAAAADn0/rwRET1kkP1U/s320/April%2B212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611115289203994898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5COJhngMmc/Td6vndTJZ7I/AAAAAAAADns/oPolVNfKcMQ/s1600/April%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5COJhngMmc/Td6vndTJZ7I/AAAAAAAADns/oPolVNfKcMQ/s320/April%2B129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611115278164912050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to put this puzzle together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5llgtBxZwc/Td6vm3gLgjI/AAAAAAAADnk/pekWZ218v7U/s1600/April%2B202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5llgtBxZwc/Td6vm3gLgjI/AAAAAAAADnk/pekWZ218v7U/s320/April%2B202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611115268019028530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chef Peyton grilling us some food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqr2rn6l41k/Td6umqJxUuI/AAAAAAAADnc/U1z0kB6ibGU/s1600/May%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqr2rn6l41k/Td6umqJxUuI/AAAAAAAADnc/U1z0kB6ibGU/s320/May%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611114164923749090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm going to build a castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eF38jc_YYaY/Td6umU4z_aI/AAAAAAAADnU/H8gXHWb4tbA/s1600/May%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eF38jc_YYaY/Td6umU4z_aI/AAAAAAAADnU/H8gXHWb4tbA/s320/May%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611114159215476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brotherly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZMRJgHoRx8/Td6umA4q-GI/AAAAAAAADnM/bJSnhP1e0NU/s1600/May%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZMRJgHoRx8/Td6umA4q-GI/AAAAAAAADnM/bJSnhP1e0NU/s320/May%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611114153846175842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chef Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b30jUmKUo7Y/Td6ulhd_lsI/AAAAAAAADnE/IUibqKIDnS8/s1600/May%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b30jUmKUo7Y/Td6ulhd_lsI/AAAAAAAADnE/IUibqKIDnS8/s320/May%2B060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611114145412781762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twins!&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of Grandmom and Pop-Pop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbrQjpQvdaE/Td6ulvAw7WI/AAAAAAAADm8/uq_utJ1kLnA/s1600/May%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbrQjpQvdaE/Td6ulvAw7WI/AAAAAAAADm8/uq_utJ1kLnA/s320/May%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611114149048282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so lucky to have such adorable kids! Not to brag or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3979506627259681473?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3979506627259681473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3979506627259681473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3979506627259681473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3979506627259681473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-cuteness.html' title='Random Cuteness'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXoIRfWKfOo/Td6vpgp0soI/AAAAAAAADoE/HJZoaC0Otno/s72-c/April%2B210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8280978598805052016</id><published>2011-05-26T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:03:13.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Cook-Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents gave Jeremy, Jill, Kyle and I tickets to the DC101 Chili Cook-off for Easter. It is (obviously) a chili cook-off, but also a big concert featuring several bands. It is located on one of the parking lots of RFK stadium in Washington, DC. This year, Cook-off was on May 21. It was a gorgeous day, very sunny and in the upper 80s. I'm just happy it wasn't raining like the last time we went to Cook-off. That sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There were seven bands playing. The four of us decided that we really didn't care about Neon Trees, Middle Class Rut, and Paper Tongues, so we left our house later in the afternoon. We wanted to get to Cook-off in time to see Panic! At the Disco, but there was a little mishap with some tickets, but I'm not going to call anyone out on that (*cough* Jeremy and Jill *cough). We were entering the gates just as Panic! was finishing up their set. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Roach was up next. They seem to play at the Chili Cook-off often, and Kyle and I have seen them three times. Seether was the next band to perform. During Seether, I started feeling pretty sick. I don't handle the heat well and I felt like I was going to throw up, so we went toward the back of the parking lot where there were fewer people and sat down for a little while. Then we walked around a bit and I felt better. The last band, who I wanted to see the most, was Weezer. We found a spot on a grassy area that was in the shade. We couldn't see the stage, but there were less people and we could actually feel the breeze. I think we stayed for about 13 of Weezer's songs, but Kyle was getting hungry and Jeremy and Jill looked like they might fall asleep at any moment, so I gave in and we left early. I missed my two favorite songs that Weezer sings, but it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-KPPuzHQYA/Td6tzi53HkI/AAAAAAAADm0/8p9N9Bc7wno/s1600/May%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-KPPuzHQYA/Td6tzi53HkI/AAAAAAAADm0/8p9N9Bc7wno/s320/May%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611113286804643394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJdk0mfth-0/Td6tzZpsrcI/AAAAAAAADms/r9ej_ZCeNDc/s1600/May%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJdk0mfth-0/Td6tzZpsrcI/AAAAAAAADms/r9ej_ZCeNDc/s320/May%2B063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611113284320931266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVc35KAaIy8/Td6tyxxofyI/AAAAAAAADmk/sH_FgIGEZ7g/s1600/May%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVc35KAaIy8/Td6tyxxofyI/AAAAAAAADmk/sH_FgIGEZ7g/s320/May%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611113273616793378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8280978598805052016?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8280978598805052016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8280978598805052016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8280978598805052016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8280978598805052016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/chili-cook-off.html' title='Chili Cook-Off'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-KPPuzHQYA/Td6tzi53HkI/AAAAAAAADm0/8p9N9Bc7wno/s72-c/May%2B064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7999905370682035825</id><published>2011-05-26T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:50:15.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last weekend, Peyton had two friends' birthday parties to attend, one on Saturday and one on Sunday. We were some party animals! The party on Saturday was for Olivia's 4th birthday and it was located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kinderfarm&lt;/span&gt; Park. As the name implies, it was at a park that had a farm section with lots of animals. All four of us went to Olivia's party since it was a nice day outside. We knew Peyton would be excited to see all of the animals, and we figured we'd bring Hunter along to check things out as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once the party started, everyone headed over to the farm area of the park. The kids checked out goats, chickens, sheep, rabbits, cows, and the biggest pig I've ever seen. In the picture below, the Olivia is on the left, and Peyton is in the orange jacket (duh - the orange jacket works well in situations like this because it's easy to spot Peyton in the group).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNwckjRcNT8/Td6tFoA4fZI/AAAAAAAADmc/SQlaXBETBNs/s1600/May%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNwckjRcNT8/Td6tFoA4fZI/AAAAAAAADmc/SQlaXBETBNs/s320/May%2B029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112497902288274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton taking a peep at some rabbits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bJQIr9aTVA/Td6tFAHNMvI/AAAAAAAADmU/64qdILfwpSg/s1600/May%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bJQIr9aTVA/Td6tFAHNMvI/AAAAAAAADmU/64qdILfwpSg/s320/May%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112487191393010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These boys are the Three Musketeers. The one on the left with the curly hair is Peyton's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Levi and the other boy to the right is a newer friend named Noah. They are pretty inseparable at daycare (and birthday parties!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mommy, these logs are awesome!"   --Peyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsK1hGu5vag/Td6s7AsK7DI/AAAAAAAADmM/IQHK6d6u38I/s1600/May%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsK1hGu5vag/Td6s7AsK7DI/AAAAAAAADmM/IQHK6d6u38I/s320/May%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112315547741234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter got to swing at the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoZqIJmLtzc/Td6s6R4hvgI/AAAAAAAADmE/rC2tyNm84x0/s1600/May%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoZqIJmLtzc/Td6s6R4hvgI/AAAAAAAADmE/rC2tyNm84x0/s320/May%2B037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112302983101954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton also had fun playing on the huge playground with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1Cnayzi3jE/Td6s6A6L5oI/AAAAAAAADl8/9Irv9H8D2L4/s1600/May%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1Cnayzi3jE/Td6s6A6L5oI/AAAAAAAADl8/9Irv9H8D2L4/s320/May%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112298426656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eventually the party moved back to the pavilion, where the kids played some games and did activities. They hit the pinata (It's a pull-string one, but I'm not sure Olivia's parents knew that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2-44cO2Lk0/Td6s5q1iKcI/AAAAAAAADl0/RvAnDuDRYbY/s1600/May%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2-44cO2Lk0/Td6s5q1iKcI/AAAAAAAADl0/RvAnDuDRYbY/s320/May%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112292501563842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They colored masks of different farm animals, including sheep, pigs, and cows. Peyton and Levi chose to be sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RICMYqK-JQ/Td6s5rRdjLI/AAAAAAAADls/LdJWA_o4S6A/s1600/May%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RICMYqK-JQ/Td6s5rRdjLI/AAAAAAAADls/LdJWA_o4S6A/s320/May%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611112292618702002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, everyone sang happy birthday to Olivia and enjoyed some cake and ice cream. After cake, the party was over, but Peyton and Levi played on the playground for a little while longer. Hunter was getting tired though, so we had to head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Sunday, Peyton went to a party for his friend Nick's 2nd birthday. It was at a place called Ultimate Fun Zone. It had several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moon-bounces&lt;/span&gt; and a big pirate ship with a sliding board. Peyton had a blast jumping and playing on the pirate ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZbrL66UQEM/Td6sZ9wA_7I/AAAAAAAADlk/UEGOCbd2QZs/s1600/May%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZbrL66UQEM/Td6sZ9wA_7I/AAAAAAAADlk/UEGOCbd2QZs/s320/May%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611111747822878642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raOqr6Ig54Y/Td6sZiJdHhI/AAAAAAAADlc/t8EtS8O2X7I/s1600/May%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raOqr6Ig54Y/Td6sZiJdHhI/AAAAAAAADlc/t8EtS8O2X7I/s320/May%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611111740413386258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-021-GoDt7xQ/Td6sZCsTsFI/AAAAAAAADlU/nWeVFNa_kNU/s1600/May%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-021-GoDt7xQ/Td6sZCsTsFI/AAAAAAAADlU/nWeVFNa_kNU/s320/May%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611111731969634386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aatkIeg3AFc/Td6sY6tlSQI/AAAAAAAADlM/VBof-vESG-I/s1600/May%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aatkIeg3AFc/Td6sY6tlSQI/AAAAAAAADlM/VBof-vESG-I/s320/May%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611111729827498242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After everyone was tired from jumping, we went into the party room for some snacks and cake. Peyton ate a ton of cheese curls, chips, and pretzels. I think he also drank three juice boxes. All that jumping makes you thirsty! We sang to Nick and then ate some yummy cake and ice cream. Peyton's hands were orange from the cheese curls and his face was covered in chocolate ice cream. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5kmtxAw4Zs/Td6sYQ_IURI/AAAAAAAADlE/dudZaEdcZUI/s1600/May%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5kmtxAw4Zs/Td6sYQ_IURI/AAAAAAAADlE/dudZaEdcZUI/s320/May%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611111718626808082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was no time for Nick to open his presents, so after cake, we went home. It was a fun birthday weekend, but I was partied out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7999905370682035825?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7999905370682035825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7999905370682035825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7999905370682035825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7999905370682035825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-party-weekend.html' title='Birthday Party Weekend'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNwckjRcNT8/Td6tFoA4fZI/AAAAAAAADmc/SQlaXBETBNs/s72-c/May%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7656396896709239002</id><published>2011-05-25T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:00:07.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 12 was the big day to go skydiving! Kyle and I dropped the boys off at daycare and then hit the road. We jumped at Skydive Delmarva, which is located about an hour over the Bay Bridge in Delaware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNpbP6g81VY/Td1Zgb-naOI/AAAAAAAADk8/7COYrzyrBmA/s1600/May%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNpbP6g81VY/Td1Zgb-naOI/AAAAAAAADk8/7COYrzyrBmA/s320/May%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610739124574578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We arrived around 10:00 and it was the most beautiful day to jump. It was perfectly clear, without a cloud in the sky. Once we checked in, we had to fill out a multi-page booklet with our personal information and sign lots of waivers before we could jump. While we were completing our paperwork, a load of skydivers took off in the plane. We got to watch them all jump. This is obviously not me, but I'm sure I looked just like this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6YYf-W7XZQ/Td1ZgK_4w_I/AAAAAAAADk0/5ZKI5MsBP1A/s1600/May%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6YYf-W7XZQ/Td1ZgK_4w_I/AAAAAAAADk0/5ZKI5MsBP1A/s320/May%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610739120016507890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all of the first plane-full of skydivers landed, we were called into a warehouse to prepare for our jump. Kyle and I jumped tandem, which means that we each had an instructor attached to our backs. I jumped with a guy named Pat, who was really nice. I was quite nervous as it got closer and closer to the jump, but he calmed me down. Kyle and I got into our jumpsuits and harnesses and were given goggles and helmets. Then Pat and I went over how the jump was going to go. We practiced the position that you need to be in on the floor of the warehouse. He explained exactly what we do on the plane and how we would jump. We went over this several times before we even boarded the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eventually, it was time for us to board the plane. There are two benches in the plane, one on the left and one on the right. Kyle and I were sitting next to each other. We sit facing the back of the plane, straddling the bench. Our instructors sat behind us. Once we were in the plane, they hooked themselves to us. Everyone else on the plane was jumping alone. It took about 20 minutes to reach 12,000 feet, which is the altitude from which we jumped. While we were flying, Pat went over the game plan a few more times. Finally, we reached altitude and it was time to go. I kissed Kyle "goodbye" and off everyone went. I think about 10 people were on the plane total. Kyle went right before me and I was the last one off the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To get to the door, we slid down the bench. Once we reached the end of the bench, we fell right onto our knees. Together, the instructor and I turned 180 degrees so that we were facing the front of the plane. That is the thing that scared me the most -- I was terrified that we were going to fall out of the door (even though, yes, I know that's what we'd be doing in just a few seconds). Once we were oriented properly, Pat grabbed my shoulders and rocked me to "Ready, Set, Go" and we fell out of the plane! The free fall was absolutely amazing! It lasted about a minute, I'd estimate. I was being videoed and photographed by another employee. He highfived me and had me do thumbs-up a few times during the free fall. Pat spun us around 360 degrees so that I could see everything. Then he pulled the ripcord and the parachute opened. It jerked us upward (or felt that way at least). Our glide down to earth took about four minutes, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once the parachute was pulled, Pat and I could talk again because it was quiet. He let me steer the parachute for a minute, and showed me some river and where the Chesapeake Bay was. He also showed me the airport and the tiny little circle where we'd be landing. Then, he explained to me how we were going to land. He told me that I had to pull my legs up so that his feet touched the ground first, or else we'd tumble on the ground. Well, once we reached the ground, I didn't get my feet up in time and I fell on the ground on my stomach with Pat on my back. I couldn't stop laughing. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was funny. Pat unhooked us, and we headed back to the warehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle got to actually jump from the plane off of his feet. He also got to pull the ripcord himself and steer the parachute, since he was a seasoned veteran (he's jumped once before).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skydiving was great! I will absolutely do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom picked Peyton and Hunter up from daycare for us, so we had the afternoon free. We stopped and got lunch on the way home. Then we stopped at the Queenstown Outlets and did some shopping. It was a super fun day, for sure!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7656396896709239002?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7656396896709239002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7656396896709239002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7656396896709239002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7656396896709239002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/skydiving.html' title='Skydiving!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNpbP6g81VY/Td1Zgb-naOI/AAAAAAAADk8/7COYrzyrBmA/s72-c/May%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-1234899105191092860</id><published>2011-05-25T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:18:35.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few days before Mother's Day, Kyle and Peyton brought me these beautiful white roses (my favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b74_anvNQkQ/Td1YpkyMKqI/AAAAAAAADks/grRdJS8eb24/s1600/May%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b74_anvNQkQ/Td1YpkyMKqI/AAAAAAAADks/grRdJS8eb24/s320/May%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610738182045575842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am lucky enough to be called 'Mommy' by the world's two cutest boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNSKv7NeGI8/Td1WruU1TaI/AAAAAAAADkk/68OU2satfH4/s1600/May%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNSKv7NeGI8/Td1WruU1TaI/AAAAAAAADkk/68OU2satfH4/s320/May%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610736019943280034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zjp0S8RpG7Y/Td1WrRVr9pI/AAAAAAAADkc/yAFvIP8w2cU/s1600/May%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zjp0S8RpG7Y/Td1WrRVr9pI/AAAAAAAADkc/yAFvIP8w2cU/s320/May%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610736012162234002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRfnZE3HTLE/Td1WrPqq8FI/AAAAAAAADkU/g2kzWOu5ifY/s1600/May%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRfnZE3HTLE/Td1WrPqq8FI/AAAAAAAADkU/g2kzWOu5ifY/s320/May%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610736011713376338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got to sleep in on Mother's Day (mostly because Sundays are my sleep-in day, haha). Kyle and the boys also got me some presents! They got me two of these picture frames. I'm going to put the pictures of all of our nieces and nephews and lots of pictures of our family in them and hang them in the dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsAylXUbM1g/Td1WqvlgLsI/AAAAAAAADkM/rDEKsz2dti4/s1600/May%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsAylXUbM1g/Td1WqvlgLsI/AAAAAAAADkM/rDEKsz2dti4/s320/May%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610736003101765314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also got a pedometer, which I requested. I've been walking and trying to reach the recommended 10,000 steps per day. (It's unattainable...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdFIdQ0pA84/Td1WqU1tMDI/AAAAAAAADkE/uJ-eqW9SRMg/s1600/May%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdFIdQ0pA84/Td1WqU1tMDI/AAAAAAAADkE/uJ-eqW9SRMg/s320/May%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610735995921969202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besides the fact that I had strep throat, a double ear infection, and that we spent two hours at Patient First for Kyle and Hunter to be examined for strep, I had a fabulous Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to wish a Happy Mother's Day to my mom, Linda, and all of the other wonderful mothers that I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-1234899105191092860?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/1234899105191092860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=1234899105191092860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1234899105191092860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1234899105191092860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b74_anvNQkQ/Td1YpkyMKqI/AAAAAAAADks/grRdJS8eb24/s72-c/May%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4693065474134909914</id><published>2011-05-25T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:18:04.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year, I celebrated my 29th (yikes!) birthday. My parents came over so that Kyle and I could go out to dinner without the kids. Before we left for dinner, Kyle and the boys gave me presents. I got a griddle/grill pan from Peyton and Hunter. It was exactly what I wanted (Yes, I bought it for myself...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwz6LUm1eAs/Td1UGnjMfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/GRi90nUVPfE/s1600/April%2B204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwz6LUm1eAs/Td1UGnjMfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/GRi90nUVPfE/s320/April%2B204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610733183446056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle gave me a pretty big surprise -- a trip to go SKYDIVING!! I was instantly super excited and also terrified at the same time. I've always wanted to skydive, but the fact that it was actually going to happen made me a little nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDBZMd-aYv8/Td1UGMI6hLI/AAAAAAAADj0/5JePpHjLo3w/s1600/April%2B209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDBZMd-aYv8/Td1UGMI6hLI/AAAAAAAADj0/5JePpHjLo3w/s320/April%2B209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610733176088069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle and I went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. We go there when we don't have Hunter with us, because he can't even enter that restaurant because of all of the peanuts on the tables. I got a free appetizer because it was my birthday and we were stuffed after dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We went out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factor with my parents, Jeremy, and Jill the following weekend to celebrate. It was delicious, as always. Thanks for dinner, Mom and Dad! All in all, a great birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4693065474134909914?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4693065474134909914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4693065474134909914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4693065474134909914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4693065474134909914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwz6LUm1eAs/Td1UGnjMfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/GRi90nUVPfE/s72-c/April%2B204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2223101809806438044</id><published>2011-05-25T14:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:06:55.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As usual, we hosted Easter dinner at our house. This year, we had 17 people -- my dad's side of the family and Kyle's sister Kate and her family. Here are my cuties dressed in their Easter best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbeoKd-6m80/Td1Pq1MJNwI/AAAAAAAADjs/n8Bj2P7DhYc/s1600/April%2B172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbeoKd-6m80/Td1Pq1MJNwI/AAAAAAAADjs/n8Bj2P7DhYc/s320/April%2B172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728308024620802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents came over before everyone else to watch the boys so that Kyle and I could cook and set the table without distractions. They, of course, came bearing gifts. Hunter couldn't wait to dig into his bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNkIptse758/Td1PqmdYrmI/AAAAAAAADjk/F0eiUSqohlg/s1600/April%2B175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNkIptse758/Td1PqmdYrmI/AAAAAAAADjk/F0eiUSqohlg/s320/April%2B175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728304070405730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandmom read Peyton his card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYrNPTAUtDA/Td1Pf_uE9RI/AAAAAAAADjc/6cIz5nxkxXk/s1600/April%2B176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYrNPTAUtDA/Td1Pf_uE9RI/AAAAAAAADjc/6cIz5nxkxXk/s320/April%2B176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728121872741650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then he started to open his gifts. Peyton got lots of summer clothes, some workbooks, and Madagascar 2 on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxrvYVEH1WM/Td1PfND7YqI/AAAAAAAADjU/62nSj8E7uX4/s1600/April%2B180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxrvYVEH1WM/Td1PfND7YqI/AAAAAAAADjU/62nSj8E7uX4/s320/April%2B180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728108274180770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter really wanted to eat his marshmallow lollipop right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17BsEx_8NTE/Td1Pe_DYZeI/AAAAAAAADjM/nbdntykcDXc/s1600/April%2B185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17BsEx_8NTE/Td1Pe_DYZeI/AAAAAAAADjM/nbdntykcDXc/s320/April%2B185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728104513791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter also got lots of summer clothes, a Sesame Street DVD, Peter Cottontail DVD, and some books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LS7B-HXba3I/Td1Per0W9KI/AAAAAAAADjE/TIfkBZhbD7Q/s1600/April%2B186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LS7B-HXba3I/Td1Per0W9KI/AAAAAAAADjE/TIfkBZhbD7Q/s320/April%2B186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728099350508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate, Dave, and Noah arrived next. We got Noah a Cookie Monster Play-Doh set because he is our godson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vo_nQfHAp0/Td1PeTjFzRI/AAAAAAAADi8/0w9F5AcJCmI/s1600/April%2B192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vo_nQfHAp0/Td1PeTjFzRI/AAAAAAAADi8/0w9F5AcJCmI/s320/April%2B192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610728092835630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt Kate and Uncle Dave gave Hunter some rattles and the Pat the Bunny book, which must taste good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erfPLi4oMY0/Td1PBzsgkYI/AAAAAAAADi0/kZ6ZyHY0CqE/s1600/April%2B189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erfPLi4oMY0/Td1PBzsgkYI/AAAAAAAADi0/kZ6ZyHY0CqE/s320/April%2B189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610727603248861570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o3DIyOH_fQ/Td1PBRzUikI/AAAAAAAADis/9f8ME69JEjw/s1600/April%2B190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o3DIyOH_fQ/Td1PBRzUikI/AAAAAAAADis/9f8ME69JEjw/s320/April%2B190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610727594150627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_KQ2eeX7ls/Td1PBSoydzI/AAAAAAAADik/bPVc6_U14iw/s1600/April%2B191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_KQ2eeX7ls/Td1PBSoydzI/AAAAAAAADik/bPVc6_U14iw/s320/April%2B191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610727594374887218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They gave Peyton some sidewalk chalk and a box of Mickey Mouse coloring pages with markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nP8Tq4PqYEI/Td1PA-e8lOI/AAAAAAAADic/vLrwWZsza4c/s1600/April%2B193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nP8Tq4PqYEI/Td1PA-e8lOI/AAAAAAAADic/vLrwWZsza4c/s320/April%2B193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610727588964898018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents gave Jeremy, Jill, Kyle, and I tickets to the DC101 Chili Cook-off. It's a big concert to benefit the National Kidney Foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtQyVj4OLw/Td1PAn4IVeI/AAAAAAAADiU/G104LKimkJw/s1600/April%2B198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtQyVj4OLw/Td1PAn4IVeI/AAAAAAAADiU/G104LKimkJw/s320/April%2B198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610727582896510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boys also got gifts from Kim and Bo, Nadean and Vester, and Aunt Bev. Every holiday is like Christmas in our family. It is sort of ridiculous how spoiled my kids are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For dinner we had the usual -- ham, ravioli, meatballs and sausage, cracker corn, and broccoli salad. For dessert, I made the ever popular Death by Chocolate and a black bottom banana cream pie. Kate made the most adorable Easter basket cupcakes and Kim made yummy lemon bars and cheesecake bars.  I think everyone was stuffed after dinner. Everyone hung out and chatted while Peyton, Hunter, and Noah played with toys. As everyone left, we gave out leftovers but we still ended up with a ton of food. I'd say it was another successful Easter dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2223101809806438044?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2223101809806438044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2223101809806438044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2223101809806438044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2223101809806438044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-dinner.html' title='Easter Dinner'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbeoKd-6m80/Td1Pq1MJNwI/AAAAAAAADjs/n8Bj2P7DhYc/s72-c/April%2B172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5612457422482712836</id><published>2011-05-25T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:46:37.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Peyton and Hunter went to bed, the Easter Bunny came to our house! He left each boy a basket full of candy and a big tub full of books and toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tILWJGnHHF8/Td1L6rsvcgI/AAAAAAAADiM/iEArBhX3Ero/s1600/April%2B141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tILWJGnHHF8/Td1L6rsvcgI/AAAAAAAADiM/iEArBhX3Ero/s320/April%2B141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610724182308385282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter woke up first Sunday morning. I guess he was super excited for his first Easter. Kyle and I got dressed and we woke Peyton up so that we could all go downstairs together. Peyton couldn't wait to see what kind of goodies he got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AD_virQI-w/Td1L6GZWQ0I/AAAAAAAADiE/t-dpgXhqW4g/s1600/April%2B146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AD_virQI-w/Td1L6GZWQ0I/AAAAAAAADiE/t-dpgXhqW4g/s320/April%2B146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610724172294931266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter checked out his basket full of candy. Kyle and I took care of eating his treats for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWxARA2C3fk/Td1L55LO3QI/AAAAAAAADh8/LkAHI26HYR8/s1600/April%2B143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWxARA2C3fk/Td1L55LO3QI/AAAAAAAADh8/LkAHI26HYR8/s320/April%2B143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610724168746065154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, Hunter peeked into his tub of gifts. He got four Sesame Street books, a toy truck, a bubble maker, and another Fisher Price toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLZak-6rWn4/Td1L5S6d-gI/AAAAAAAADh0/XIQ13TpGIoM/s1600/April%2B145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLZak-6rWn4/Td1L5S6d-gI/AAAAAAAADh0/XIQ13TpGIoM/s320/April%2B145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610724158475205122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton got a big Diego coloring book, an elephant and a horse, Ice Age and Ice Age 2 on DVD, a set of capsules that when put into water dissolved into sponge animals, and three books. The Easter Bunny must have known how much Peyton loves animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwQxbUz6S0U/Td1LnEtmhaI/AAAAAAAADhs/GChTSlSqvJo/s1600/April%2B147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwQxbUz6S0U/Td1LnEtmhaI/AAAAAAAADhs/GChTSlSqvJo/s320/April%2B147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723845425497506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf9qJJKAVjU/Td1LmsyXFBI/AAAAAAAADhk/N4CBAWmWrHY/s1600/April%2B151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf9qJJKAVjU/Td1LmsyXFBI/AAAAAAAADhk/N4CBAWmWrHY/s320/April%2B151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723839003005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x25qNQ0oYq8/Td1LmaCd6vI/AAAAAAAADhc/0F42iU7enM0/s1600/April%2B154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x25qNQ0oYq8/Td1LmaCd6vI/AAAAAAAADhc/0F42iU7enM0/s320/April%2B154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723833970289394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ1hvW3p6-s/Td1LmJmTJjI/AAAAAAAADhU/hzNrQHsLJSg/s1600/April%2B158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ1hvW3p6-s/Td1LmJmTJjI/AAAAAAAADhU/hzNrQHsLJSg/s320/April%2B158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723829557175858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton checked out his candy basket next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK6ugKO22dA/Td1Llv0BseI/AAAAAAAADhM/TOTJ3qur86s/s1600/April%2B159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK6ugKO22dA/Td1Llv0BseI/AAAAAAAADhM/TOTJ3qur86s/s320/April%2B159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723822635430370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, Peyton went on a egg hunt. He found both his and Hunter's eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOuLvSDB9b4/Td1LOinWZOI/AAAAAAAADhE/QIJSZDVTm3E/s1600/April%2B163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOuLvSDB9b4/Td1LOinWZOI/AAAAAAAADhE/QIJSZDVTm3E/s320/April%2B163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723423955608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxFyOctAcNA/Td1LOFtOH_I/AAAAAAAADg8/El97kHqNL4E/s1600/April%2B165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxFyOctAcNA/Td1LOFtOH_I/AAAAAAAADg8/El97kHqNL4E/s320/April%2B165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723416195604466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkBTbp1GlPw/Td1LNv2C_9I/AAAAAAAADg0/lQTYjtSdw3k/s1600/April%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkBTbp1GlPw/Td1LNv2C_9I/AAAAAAAADg0/lQTYjtSdw3k/s320/April%2B166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723410327044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Peyton found all of the eggs, we divided them up into his pile and Hunter's pile. Then Peyton opened all of his eggs, and found money in each one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTzK7HqXqZM/Td1LNd10ZvI/AAAAAAAADgs/nuw7e8vLR6M/s1600/April%2B167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTzK7HqXqZM/Td1LNd10ZvI/AAAAAAAADgs/nuw7e8vLR6M/s320/April%2B167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723405494249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunter was content to shake the eggs and listen to the coins rattle around in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAm5BrrzUhc/Td1LM6BH9aI/AAAAAAAADgk/8NY8g9CEEp4/s1600/April%2B169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAm5BrrzUhc/Td1LM6BH9aI/AAAAAAAADgk/8NY8g9CEEp4/s320/April%2B169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610723395877991842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peyton and I got dressed in our nice clothes and headed off to church. Hunter was a little under the weather on Easter, so we decided that he should just stay home and rest. Peyton actually loves church because he likes all of the songs. In fact, weeks later, he still randomly starts singing one of the songs we sang in church on Easter. It's pretty cute. After church, we went to get lunch at Taco Bell, because Kyle always says that we should serve tacos at our dinner. Since that is not happening anytime soon, I compromised and bought him tacos for lunch instead. After lunch, we laid the boys down for naps, and we started to prepare for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5612457422482712836?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5612457422482712836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5612457422482712836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5612457422482712836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5612457422482712836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-morning.html' title='Easter Morning'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tILWJGnHHF8/Td1L6rsvcgI/AAAAAAAADiM/iEArBhX3Ero/s72-c/April%2B141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5578841092430027016</id><published>2011-05-19T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:23:00.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to prepare for Easter, we decorated the house. I pulled out most of the Easter decorations one day while Kyle was at work and the boys were at daycare. It is easier to do things like that when they aren't around and getting in the way. My mom bought Peyton a bunch of window clings, so I let him hang those on the windows around our front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzfACq-5yo/TdVcEOZgwcI/AAAAAAAADd8/axLs9HfSzXw/s1600/April%2B130.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490138614153666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzfACq-5yo/TdVcEOZgwcI/AAAAAAAADd8/axLs9HfSzXw/s320/April%2B130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70P5Dsnr0_E/TdVb8MFrmwI/AAAAAAAADd0/S6ZjtnoarAM/s1600/April%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490000555154178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70P5Dsnr0_E/TdVb8MFrmwI/AAAAAAAADd0/S6ZjtnoarAM/s320/April%2B132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After decorating, we dyed Easter eggs. Here's a picture of Hunter dying his very first Easter egg. Daddy had to help, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ds9rrhkckJE/TdVb753j7vI/AAAAAAAADds/7_A6K6-opJY/s1600/April%2B134.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608489995664092914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ds9rrhkckJE/TdVb753j7vI/AAAAAAAADds/7_A6K6-opJY/s320/April%2B134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a little instruction from me, Peyton was a pro and had an egg in every one of the cups. He would periodically check the color and tell me when they were ready to be taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Q8E4Lziv8/TdVeh_hAMQI/AAAAAAAADeE/ruxLfKKh4tI/s1600/April%2B135.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608492849038373122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Q8E4Lziv8/TdVeh_hAMQI/AAAAAAAADeE/ruxLfKKh4tI/s320/April%2B135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApDU8Z9KaK0/TdVb7XTu1eI/AAAAAAAADdc/A5sVyvU57Ds/s1600/April%2B136.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608489986387006946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApDU8Z9KaK0/TdVb7XTu1eI/AAAAAAAADdc/A5sVyvU57Ds/s320/April%2B136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are all of our beautiful eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWtp5AuXtxA/TdVb7NDdKuI/AAAAAAAADdU/pXwFtVi76Sk/s1600/April%2B138.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608489983634385634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWtp5AuXtxA/TdVb7NDdKuI/AAAAAAAADdU/pXwFtVi76Sk/s320/April%2B138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5578841092430027016?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5578841092430027016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5578841092430027016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5578841092430027016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5578841092430027016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/05/preparing-for-easter.html' title='Preparing for Easter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzfACq-5yo/TdVcEOZgwcI/AAAAAAAADd8/axLs9HfSzXw/s72-c/April%2B130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3982417040963571999</id><published>2011-04-06T15:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:23:01.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's 2nd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday was our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; Noah's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. He had his birthday party at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt;. There were lots of different things for the kids to play on and a staff member led all of the kids in different songs and games. Peyton and Hunter were excited to get the party started. Kyle wanted to play too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5FMyAKaZRc/TZzGvAYNGqI/AAAAAAAADdM/s3tCZZrZUd4/s1600/April%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563348144986786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5FMyAKaZRc/TZzGvAYNGqI/AAAAAAAADdM/s3tCZZrZUd4/s320/April%2B081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was lots of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJCZH6DpYtQ/TZzGu71ZlLI/AAAAAAAADdE/AOmpi_CHEik/s1600/April%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563346925262002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJCZH6DpYtQ/TZzGu71ZlLI/AAAAAAAADdE/AOmpi_CHEik/s320/April%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tunnelling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6QrCHj2dcA/TZzGi-o6rsI/AAAAAAAADc8/xtletNolqNk/s1600/April%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563141519781570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6QrCHj2dcA/TZzGi-o6rsI/AAAAAAAADc8/xtletNolqNk/s320/April%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preparing for more games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz52bUf_0o8/TZzGiffA_QI/AAAAAAAADc0/d_PoLd-Fi9Y/s1600/April%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563133156752642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz52bUf_0o8/TZzGiffA_QI/AAAAAAAADc0/d_PoLd-Fi9Y/s320/April%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rocking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRqp0I-TYpA/TZzGh-z5bWI/AAAAAAAADcs/S0ObrJiGaHQ/s1600/April%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563124385967458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRqp0I-TYpA/TZzGh-z5bWI/AAAAAAAADcs/S0ObrJiGaHQ/s320/April%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kicking and throwing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Cl0SyGip0/TZzGhdFQ7MI/AAAAAAAADck/LEtzpS8Akes/s1600/April%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563115332005058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Cl0SyGip0/TZzGhdFQ7MI/AAAAAAAADck/LEtzpS8Akes/s320/April%2B090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MROAtQslh4k/TZzGhEaLu5I/AAAAAAAADcc/Nww5wtZ2c9o/s1600/April%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592563108708858770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MROAtQslh4k/TZzGhEaLu5I/AAAAAAAADcc/Nww5wtZ2c9o/s320/April%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and bubbles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg7akdCG2oU/TZzGEveZnHI/AAAAAAAADcU/W49__PDlSiQ/s1600/April%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592562622053063794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg7akdCG2oU/TZzGEveZnHI/AAAAAAAADcU/W49__PDlSiQ/s320/April%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter got in on the action too, with some &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIOpP2RG9nU/TZzGEWeLYhI/AAAAAAAADcM/UxIFJ1ZALJk/s1600/April%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592562615341244946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIOpP2RG9nU/TZzGEWeLYhI/AAAAAAAADcM/UxIFJ1ZALJk/s320/April%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shaking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HI15u_FKwA/TZzGD1I6KeI/AAAAAAAADcE/2VMWQyzBAzU/s1600/April%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592562606393666018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HI15u_FKwA/TZzGD1I6KeI/AAAAAAAADcE/2VMWQyzBAzU/s320/April%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sliding&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxkYJei6d4/TZzGDqWqw-I/AAAAAAAADb8/WlGcuWoS3sE/s1600/April%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592562603498587106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxkYJei6d4/TZzGDqWqw-I/AAAAAAAADb8/WlGcuWoS3sE/s320/April%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and rocking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9bF-eYjkTI/TZzGDQNvTgI/AAAAAAAADb0/9GMnBVYiPjE/s1600/April%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592562596481814018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9bF-eYjkTI/TZzGDQNvTgI/AAAAAAAADb0/9GMnBVYiPjE/s320/April%2B102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the first hour, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; went into the party room for cake and juice. There was a Sesame Street theme. My very talented sister-in-law made an Elmo cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHl9eAy7lhs/TZzFF3GuEPI/AAAAAAAADbs/QetoIRhQpoc/s1600/April%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561541769466098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHl9eAy7lhs/TZzFF3GuEPI/AAAAAAAADbs/QetoIRhQpoc/s320/April%2B108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She also made these adorable Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch cupcakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXHoGysSogs/TZzFFpbUxiI/AAAAAAAADbk/Ao-zyrjR1bM/s1600/April%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561538097792546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXHoGysSogs/TZzFFpbUxiI/AAAAAAAADbk/Ao-zyrjR1bM/s320/April%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton chose to have a Cookie Monster cupcake...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BN4HfFfD8Z4/TZzFFd5IZtI/AAAAAAAADbc/gpbO7-1P3ZE/s1600/April%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561535001585362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BN4HfFfD8Z4/TZzFFd5IZtI/AAAAAAAADbc/gpbO7-1P3ZE/s320/April%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which was clearly delicious!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqT9xXymd9g/TZzFE3MpHqI/AAAAAAAADbU/tB13ul4VvK4/s1600/April%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561524614438562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqT9xXymd9g/TZzFE3MpHqI/AAAAAAAADbU/tB13ul4VvK4/s320/April%2B112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Animal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM6o9zzHYpA/TZzFEQ2GlPI/AAAAAAAADbM/KNY6-wzaY1E/s1600/April%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561514319353074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM6o9zzHYpA/TZzFEQ2GlPI/AAAAAAAADbM/KNY6-wzaY1E/s320/April%2B107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mini-Party Animal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pidnQX3gqFY/TZzEoaeROCI/AAAAAAAADbE/s-p4nKeZe9c/s1600/April%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561035867404322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pidnQX3gqFY/TZzEoaeROCI/AAAAAAAADbE/s-p4nKeZe9c/s320/April%2B115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Well hello, handsome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXNT7ShbcwE/TZzEnw-q98I/AAAAAAAADa8/iWvIcEKQ9OM/s1600/April%2B113.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561024729020354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXNT7ShbcwE/TZzEnw-q98I/AAAAAAAADa8/iWvIcEKQ9OM/s320/April%2B113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt; party was over, our family, Noah's grandparents, uncle, aunt, and cousins, and a few of Kate's friends went back to their house for pizza and presents. Peyton and Noah did Cheers! with their cups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwYjI4eZsao/TZzEnFqBrHI/AAAAAAAADa0/DOBVvfxIr38/s1600/April%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561013099703410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwYjI4eZsao/TZzEnFqBrHI/AAAAAAAADa0/DOBVvfxIr38/s320/April%2B117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Noah got lots of fun gifts. We got him this Elmo camera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lhk4ZTBtgcs/TZzEmz7pHJI/AAAAAAAADas/0Tq02m4Yz9k/s1600/April%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561008341752978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lhk4ZTBtgcs/TZzEmz7pHJI/AAAAAAAADas/0Tq02m4Yz9k/s320/April%2B122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also got him a Leap Frog laptop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7lnYl35sOo/TZzEmZMnj7I/AAAAAAAADak/Eh-VkzFnYkI/s1600/April%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592561001165197234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7lnYl35sOo/TZzEmZMnj7I/AAAAAAAADak/Eh-VkzFnYkI/s320/April%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The kids all played well with each other. They tired themselves out and it was getting late, so we changed Hunter into his pajamas and then headed home to get him to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to our sweet nephew, Noah! We love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3982417040963571999?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3982417040963571999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3982417040963571999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3982417040963571999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3982417040963571999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/04/noahs-2nd-birthday-party.html' title='Noah&apos;s 2nd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5FMyAKaZRc/TZzGvAYNGqI/AAAAAAAADdM/s3tCZZrZUd4/s72-c/April%2B081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2106734850144857059</id><published>2011-04-04T14:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:28:22.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peyton and I had a date night at the circus Saturday evening. Peyton was so excited to go to the circus because he loves animals and he knew he'd see some there. He was counting down the days until Saturday came. Then, he was counting down the &lt;em&gt;minutes&lt;/em&gt; until we could leave the house. We drove downtown to get to the arena, and every time we passed a parking garage, Peyton asked me, "Mommy, is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; the circus?" Finally, we reached the parking garage across the street from the arena and walked over to the circus. The entire time we were walking, Peyton repeated, "I'm so excited! I'm so excited!" He really was giddy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcUH9xJ-Jw8/TZoWmqTYJKI/AAAAAAAADac/3UFKBP1bhOE/s1600/April%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806740780295330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcUH9xJ-Jw8/TZoWmqTYJKI/AAAAAAAADac/3UFKBP1bhOE/s320/April%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; One hour before the show, the audience members are allowed to walk around on the arena floor. Several of the performers were walking around too. There were jugglers, stilt walkers, a trapeze artist, and clowns. Peyton picked up this hot chick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYT6h6uvOZs/TZoWmYAFX3I/AAAAAAAADaU/jb5FdyvTReU/s1600/April%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806735867535218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYT6h6uvOZs/TZoWmYAFX3I/AAAAAAAADaU/jb5FdyvTReU/s320/April%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton got a "Greatest Show on Earth" tattoo from an acrobat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9r_X-RhKzbc/TZoWl6OnSkI/AAAAAAAADaM/ykXmfYJIdTQ/s1600/April%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806727875414594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9r_X-RhKzbc/TZoWl6OnSkI/AAAAAAAADaM/ykXmfYJIdTQ/s320/April%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We had to return to our seats (which were great - 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row, center!) about fifteen minutes before the actual circus began. About every 30 seconds, Peyton asked how much more time there was. Eventually, I showed him my watch and explained that we had to wait until the big hand pointed to the 6. That satisfied him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The show began with a musical parade number. The theme of the circus was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Funundrum&lt;/span&gt;" and the main song talked about the circus train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806719915664514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQDGz8ALzBM/TZoWlck3JII/AAAAAAAADaE/At0FB2Dlk64/s320/April%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSMskipg1i8/TZoWlAn1vQI/AAAAAAAADZ8/g8ywKMcL_2c/s1600/April%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806712411962626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSMskipg1i8/TZoWlAn1vQI/AAAAAAAADZ8/g8ywKMcL_2c/s320/April%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The first act was several groups of aerialists. Next was a group of men doing flips and tricks on and off of balance beam-sized planks. Then, the tigers were showcased. Peyton was happy to finally see some animals.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqZxnhtUWrU/TZoWGPJGW2I/AAAAAAAADZ0/2_KiRPUxQXE/s1600/April%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806183733615458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqZxnhtUWrU/TZoWGPJGW2I/AAAAAAAADZ0/2_KiRPUxQXE/s320/April%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16KlG86IzzQ/TZoWFtt6InI/AAAAAAAADZs/QLmoBTfOHKA/s1600/April%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806174761198194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16KlG86IzzQ/TZoWFtt6InI/AAAAAAAADZs/QLmoBTfOHKA/s320/April%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After another dance number, there were a few different acts going on simultaneously. They were the Body Benders (three girls who were incredibly flexible), the Bionic Brothers, and a group called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ulaanbaatar&lt;/span&gt; Ballerina. They are pictured below. So strong!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZitiGIZy0TI/TZoWFJAK5yI/AAAAAAAADZk/5S-dcE-GeWo/s1600/April%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806164905682722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZitiGIZy0TI/TZoWFJAK5yI/AAAAAAAADZk/5S-dcE-GeWo/s320/April%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next up were the tightrope walkers. They were directly in front of us. They did several passes on the tightrope, but the most impressive one was this one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nhjG-qUanY/TZoWEhIJM2I/AAAAAAAADZc/If3SPbxPH0Y/s1600/April%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806154201707362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nhjG-qUanY/TZoWEhIJM2I/AAAAAAAADZc/If3SPbxPH0Y/s320/April%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another act that Peyton really enjoyed was the motorcycles in the globe. They started out with just four bikes, but worked all the way up to seven! It really is amazing that all of those motorcycles can fit in the sphere, let alone ride around without hitting each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaeFl-8zUK0/TZoWEXHodQI/AAAAAAAADZU/EF1Qop5WdII/s1600/April%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591806151515206914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaeFl-8zUK0/TZoWEXHodQI/AAAAAAAADZU/EF1Qop5WdII/s320/April%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After intermission, there were some hat jugglers, and finally more animals. Peyton was worried that there weren't going to be any more animals. He was way less impressed with the acts involving people. I think he just doesn't quite understand how tough it is to do the things that they were doing. The animals were in three rings and included miniature horses, llamas, and donkeys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhKStZUD458/TZoVcdQZLeI/AAAAAAAADZM/0TrtqeW9hys/s1600/April%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591805465967799778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhKStZUD458/TZoVcdQZLeI/AAAAAAAADZM/0TrtqeW9hys/s320/April%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Then a cow came out (which seemed sort of random to me...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WX_A7Ynmxeg/TZoVb4GNnhI/AAAAAAAADZE/3jxjFgm5swI/s1600/April%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591805455992987154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WX_A7Ynmxeg/TZoVb4GNnhI/AAAAAAAADZE/3jxjFgm5swI/s320/April%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were clown routines between each of the main acts. Finally, the elephants got their turn. I think they are my favorite part of the circus. It is just amazing what they can do considering their huge size! We were definitely close enough to smell them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUrCVaajCac/TZoVayTyYrI/AAAAAAAADY0/NrLzB4SJe8w/s1600/April%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591805437259440818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUrCVaajCac/TZoVayTyYrI/AAAAAAAADY0/NrLzB4SJe8w/s320/April%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After the elephants, there was a guy who rode a motorcycle on a tightrope. He was balanced by a girl hanging below his bike. He rode back and forth along the rope a few times, doing various tricks. The last trick he did was to do a 360º flip over the tightrope. Incredible!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkKGWSs2WX4/TZoU0pM4AdI/AAAAAAAADYs/8DLho7zbt7w/s1600/April%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591804781979501010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkKGWSs2WX4/TZoU0pM4AdI/AAAAAAAADYs/8DLho7zbt7w/s320/April%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The final act was the Barnum Bouncers, who did a routine on several large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trampolines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u855k_KLuHY/TZoU0TQpUkI/AAAAAAAADYk/zUjnBhkf2Ns/s1600/April%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591804776089735746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u855k_KLuHY/TZoU0TQpUkI/AAAAAAAADYk/zUjnBhkf2Ns/s320/April%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The show wrapped up with another large song and dance number featuring all of the performers. Peyton and I had a really good time at the circus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXEdBFu1upU/TZoUzzCMy-I/AAAAAAAADYc/HHskEayyJNQ/s1600/April%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591804767439211490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXEdBFu1upU/TZoUzzCMy-I/AAAAAAAADYc/HHskEayyJNQ/s320/April%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can't wait until next year so that Hunter (and Daddy) can come with us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2106734850144857059?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2106734850144857059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2106734850144857059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2106734850144857059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2106734850144857059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/04/circus.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcUH9xJ-Jw8/TZoWmqTYJKI/AAAAAAAADac/3UFKBP1bhOE/s72-c/April%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5255134368952761400</id><published>2011-04-04T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:54:01.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Looks at those guns! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-x_OQI6Uzo/TZoTYnSAYJI/AAAAAAAADYU/xemwh5nEe_o/s1600/April%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591803200916185234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-x_OQI6Uzo/TZoTYnSAYJI/AAAAAAAADYU/xemwh5nEe_o/s320/April%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKIcDPM13KE/TZoTYNpqXaI/AAAAAAAADYM/ibRWMBydQ4U/s1600/April%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591803194036084130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKIcDPM13KE/TZoTYNpqXaI/AAAAAAAADYM/ibRWMBydQ4U/s320/April%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2137301773452873421-5255134368952761400?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5255134368952761400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5255134368952761400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5255134368952761400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5255134368952761400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/04/muscles.html' title='Muscles!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-x_OQI6Uzo/TZoTYnSAYJI/AAAAAAAADYU/xemwh5nEe_o/s72-c/April%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-16325488998656991</id><published>2011-03-28T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:27:10.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pledge of Allegiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peyton says the Pledge of Allegiance&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14172fe5dfbd1cf1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14172fe5dfbd1cf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F2EB87279D6FE673445B3E147B95FE07E01153D.B1FE99FA1482695D8383CFD8099657B587E08A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14172fe5dfbd1cf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGFTqecvkmqpqrih3EpPsCp1dZkw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14172fe5dfbd1cf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F2EB87279D6FE673445B3E147B95FE07E01153D.B1FE99FA1482695D8383CFD8099657B587E08A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14172fe5dfbd1cf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGFTqecvkmqpqrih3EpPsCp1dZkw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-16325488998656991?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/16325488998656991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=16325488998656991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/16325488998656991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/16325488998656991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/03/pledge-of-allegiance.html' title='The Pledge of Allegiance'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-518980536857105852</id><published>2011-03-21T13:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:34:13.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For Christmas, Santa brought Peyton his very first pair of roller skates. They were one of Peyton's favorite gifts, even though I really don't think he knew what they were exactly. We were waiting for the weather to break so that he could skate outside. Finally, over the weekend, we had a gorgeous 75+ degree day, so we all went outside for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on Peyton's skates and helped him out at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNto-dt5v_A/TYeI2grf3oI/AAAAAAAADX0/_KEUQGJgcV0/s1600/March%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584332843081346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNto-dt5v_A/TYeI2grf3oI/AAAAAAAADX0/_KEUQGJgcV0/s320/March%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He had a little spill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHv9EqURNZE/TYeI2YmA7PI/AAAAAAAADXs/0KvnQPnuMxo/s1600/March%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584330672598258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHv9EqURNZE/TYeI2YmA7PI/AAAAAAAADXs/0KvnQPnuMxo/s320/March%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But before long, he was a pro, skating all on his own!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWMKOUIhVL0/TYeIpvFH9kI/AAAAAAAADXk/zukvElhi-Ao/s1600/March%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584113370363458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWMKOUIhVL0/TYeIpvFH9kI/AAAAAAAADXk/zukvElhi-Ao/s320/March%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After Peyton finished rollerskating, we all headed over to the playground. It was Hunter's very first trip there. Peyton wanted to swing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skvZgsfYU-Y/TYeIpOIY9ZI/AAAAAAAADXc/mvDp6R4JdtE/s1600/March%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584104525690258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skvZgsfYU-Y/TYeIpOIY9ZI/AAAAAAAADXc/mvDp6R4JdtE/s320/March%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Then Hunter got his chance to swing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XudDSKpSp0/TYeIo8XAagI/AAAAAAAADXU/4rU6tCY2RCY/s1600/March%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584099755158018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XudDSKpSp0/TYeIo8XAagI/AAAAAAAADXU/4rU6tCY2RCY/s320/March%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, we moved over to the slides. Hunter took a turn going down the big slide, with Kyle's help, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6XdnFb07yQ/TYeIogc4usI/AAAAAAAADXM/3Ql-uVCSMaI/s1600/March%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584092263627458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6XdnFb07yQ/TYeIogc4usI/AAAAAAAADXM/3Ql-uVCSMaI/s320/March%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't think he knew what was happening, but seemed to enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJf0eARze44/TYeIoRpVUGI/AAAAAAAADXE/gv-CLAuPDAI/s1600/March%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586584088289300578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJf0eARze44/TYeIoRpVUGI/AAAAAAAADXE/gv-CLAuPDAI/s320/March%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton wanted a turn on the big slide too, so he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFA8rgbeFUY/TYeIIPHmY_I/AAAAAAAADW8/qWLxc8pMsNw/s1600/March%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586583537855128562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFA8rgbeFUY/TYeIIPHmY_I/AAAAAAAADW8/qWLxc8pMsNw/s320/March%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And then went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAcSA_UAIjM/TYeIH4G-pvI/AAAAAAAADW0/mQuuKr-BuDo/s1600/March%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586583531678508786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAcSA_UAIjM/TYeIH4G-pvI/AAAAAAAADW0/mQuuKr-BuDo/s320/March%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton wanted to go down the little slide with Hunter. With some help from Daddy, we let them slide together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spjFPI1pcds/TYeIHfvB8FI/AAAAAAAADWs/Zn-QKhNVBKk/s1600/March%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586583525135609938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spjFPI1pcds/TYeIHfvB8FI/AAAAAAAADWs/Zn-QKhNVBKk/s320/March%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Daddy wanted to get in on the action with Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyDA5T9KUvs/TYeIHAxe4eI/AAAAAAAADWk/FLKS0YRpB9s/s1600/March%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586583516824396258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyDA5T9KUvs/TYeIHAxe4eI/AAAAAAAADWk/FLKS0YRpB9s/s320/March%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And right before we left to go back home, Peyton did a few pull-ups to work on his muscles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHj6xBqpquA/TYeIGmbegNI/AAAAAAAADWc/I36D8n-6kxk/s1600/March%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586583509752774866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHj6xBqpquA/TYeIGmbegNI/AAAAAAAADWc/I36D8n-6kxk/s320/March%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-518980536857105852?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/518980536857105852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=518980536857105852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/518980536857105852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/518980536857105852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNto-dt5v_A/TYeI2grf3oI/AAAAAAAADX0/_KEUQGJgcV0/s72-c/March%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-1409777836335263410</id><published>2011-03-18T10:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:59:55.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This week was Spirit Week at the boys' daycare. Tuesday was Mismatch Day. Here are Peyton and Hunter in their silly outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y15CJ15wmKg/TYNxDQcE9aI/AAAAAAAADWU/kWJj5sYwJn0/s1600/March%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585432263635826082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y15CJ15wmKg/TYNxDQcE9aI/AAAAAAAADWU/kWJj5sYwJn0/s320/March%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UR4L4eHn92I/TYNxC6jy1nI/AAAAAAAADWM/ORJpKStk7b8/s1600/March%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585432257762612850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UR4L4eHn92I/TYNxC6jy1nI/AAAAAAAADWM/ORJpKStk7b8/s320/March%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday was Wacky Hair or Hat Day. Considering that Kyle just cut Peyton's hair, we went with wacky hats. Peyton wore my Minnie Mouse hat and Hunter wore his silly Maryland hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqN39Ix-5yU/TYNxC4rqXXI/AAAAAAAADWE/FAESft5EjwY/s1600/March%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585432257258741106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqN39Ix-5yU/TYNxC4rqXXI/AAAAAAAADWE/FAESft5EjwY/s320/March%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE6sEpsqKbM/TYNxCi2HLvI/AAAAAAAADV8/L-OWPpyBRvo/s1600/March%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585432251396992754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE6sEpsqKbM/TYNxCi2HLvI/AAAAAAAADV8/L-OWPpyBRvo/s320/March%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Thursday was St. Patrick's Day, so the boys wore green. Peyton's shirt says, "This is my lucky shirt" and Hunter's shirt says, "I'm a McCutie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_J3UoIVHEx8/TYNxCA0ABgI/AAAAAAAADV0/9kQVxIL7Wk8/s1600/March%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585432242261329410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_J3UoIVHEx8/TYNxCA0ABgI/AAAAAAAADV0/9kQVxIL7Wk8/s320/March%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ms9YCEH34Qo/TYNwvg1vVLI/AAAAAAAADVs/2zHhZaiIAKc/s1600/March%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585431924441044146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ms9YCEH34Qo/TYNwvg1vVLI/AAAAAAAADVs/2zHhZaiIAKc/s320/March%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I think Hunter should sport the mohawk more often! He seems to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcaq0j7ZaEk/TYNwvYP1B0I/AAAAAAAADVk/N1eHdq683Z8/s1600/March%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585431922134550338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcaq0j7ZaEk/TYNwvYP1B0I/AAAAAAAADVk/N1eHdq683Z8/s320/March%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; For dinner we had green eggs and green pancakes. We also had, as Peyton called it, "brown bacon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOpUBmixG6c/TYNwvBgIFLI/AAAAAAAADVc/bXjXucj-SD8/s1600/March%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585431916028892338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOpUBmixG6c/TYNwvBgIFLI/AAAAAAAADVc/bXjXucj-SD8/s320/March%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyle and I were in a silly mood, so we decided to draw a goatee on Peyton to see how much he really does look like Kyle. This picture makes me laugh so hard every time I look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLzfbJWgEBA/TYNwu6bDsMI/AAAAAAAADVU/yEe3ky5uUro/s1600/March%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585431914128584898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLzfbJWgEBA/TYNwu6bDsMI/AAAAAAAADVU/yEe3ky5uUro/s320/March%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd say they look like (very cute) twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCAAszT5xp0/TYNwugait7I/AAAAAAAADVM/c-vAqW5z4NA/s1600/March%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585431907147102130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCAAszT5xp0/TYNwugait7I/AAAAAAAADVM/c-vAqW5z4NA/s320/March%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-1409777836335263410?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/1409777836335263410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=1409777836335263410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1409777836335263410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1409777836335263410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/03/silliness.html' title='Silliness'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y15CJ15wmKg/TYNxDQcE9aI/AAAAAAAADWU/kWJj5sYwJn0/s72-c/March%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-9102231606194066558</id><published>2011-03-09T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:21:33.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My dad's birthday is on March 1, so we all went out to dinner to celebrate. We were going to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TGI&lt;/span&gt; Fridays, but the wait was an hour and a half because there were eight of us. That would have put us just sitting down to eat at Hunter's bedtime, so we decided to go to the Greene Turtle instead. I'll start with some random pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter and Uncle Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgkFJ16E_gk/TXffTcgadLI/AAAAAAAADVE/94hPkAVJnOU/s1600/February%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175788311671986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgkFJ16E_gk/TXffTcgadLI/AAAAAAAADVE/94hPkAVJnOU/s320/February%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter, Uncle Jeremy, and Jill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHd3oR6YgRo/TXffSxz4ryI/AAAAAAAADU8/cfoZMc30yDQ/s1600/February%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175776850620194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHd3oR6YgRo/TXffSxz4ryI/AAAAAAAADU8/cfoZMc30yDQ/s320/February%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton and Pop-Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZMAWHf0lQo/TXffSqAd92I/AAAAAAAADU0/IDMDTmak--Y/s1600/February%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175774755911522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZMAWHf0lQo/TXffSqAd92I/AAAAAAAADU0/IDMDTmak--Y/s320/February%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After everyone was finished eating their dinners, we sang Happy Birthday. As usual, Peyton helped blow out the candles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJV_lMfMWxU/TXffGLMwj8I/AAAAAAAADUs/iueWd7F37e4/s1600/February%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175560327532482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJV_lMfMWxU/TXffGLMwj8I/AAAAAAAADUs/iueWd7F37e4/s320/February%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of a cake, my dad had goodies like chocolate eclairs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannolis&lt;/span&gt;. Peyton chose to "eat" a chocolate eclair. He was quite a mess!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MsBFTdFwOY/TXffF0DOKtI/AAAAAAAADUk/oJLSpirJkCY/s1600/February%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175554113514194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MsBFTdFwOY/TXffF0DOKtI/AAAAAAAADUk/oJLSpirJkCY/s320/February%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally my dad opened his birthday gifts. Peyton and Hunter gave him two whisks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAtAkxUqg88/TXffFjQNOoI/AAAAAAAADUc/j4645OcCLQw/s1600/February%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175549604575874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAtAkxUqg88/TXffFjQNOoI/AAAAAAAADUc/j4645OcCLQw/s320/February%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And Kyle and I got him a Starbucks gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fT0PsULCb-U/TXffFPIVlzI/AAAAAAAADUU/trGc0hFRG0Y/s1600/February%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582175544202860338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fT0PsULCb-U/TXffFPIVlzI/AAAAAAAADUU/trGc0hFRG0Y/s320/February%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We had to leave right after gifts because Hunter was very tired and was getting pretty cranky. It was a fun dinner though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday, Dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-9102231606194066558?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/9102231606194066558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=9102231606194066558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9102231606194066558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9102231606194066558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/03/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgkFJ16E_gk/TXffTcgadLI/AAAAAAAADVE/94hPkAVJnOU/s72-c/February%2B055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7717863953863850275</id><published>2011-02-23T14:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:32:11.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday, Peyton went to his friend Brandon's birthday party. It was at a bowling alley and Peyton was so excited because he has never bowled before. (I'm going to leave out the part where we were 40 minutes late because Mommy is an idiot, and thought the party started at 2:00, when in fact it started at 12:00. Luckily, Kyle looked at the invitation for some reason, noticed the correct time of the party, and we hurried to get out the door as quickly as possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the bumpers up for the kids, so it was tough to get a gutter bowl. Here's Peyton's first frame of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdINd-jQtcs/TWVdbySbljI/AAAAAAAADUM/nZWJB3yHme8/s1600/February%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576966445505156658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdINd-jQtcs/TWVdbySbljI/AAAAAAAADUM/nZWJB3yHme8/s320/February%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjf3zDcr-XI/TWVdbaSw1tI/AAAAAAAADUE/q28ImMtaGJA/s1600/February%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576966439064098514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjf3zDcr-XI/TWVdbaSw1tI/AAAAAAAADUE/q28ImMtaGJA/s320/February%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The kids averaged about a 70 per game, which isn't too bad for being 3 and 4 years old. Peyton did pretty well rolling the ball with speed and power. Some of the kids rolled the balls so slowly that they actually stopped in the middle of the lane before they even got to the pins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was that 'yummy', rubbery bowling alley pizza for lunch. The kids seemed to enjoy it though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ5MWeTcn24/TWVdbO374NI/AAAAAAAADT8/qR6J0xdqsjY/s1600/February%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576966435998785746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ5MWeTcn24/TWVdbO374NI/AAAAAAAADT8/qR6J0xdqsjY/s320/February%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This was Brandon's cake. Obviously it was a Cars themed party. I thought the Lightning McQueen cake was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Qb1ivk_mo/TWVda_ktVWI/AAAAAAAADT0/9fuO4JvFq-Q/s1600/February%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576966431891608930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Qb1ivk_mo/TWVda_ktVWI/AAAAAAAADT0/9fuO4JvFq-Q/s320/February%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The kids sang Happy Birthday and then they ate &lt;s&gt;cake&lt;/s&gt; icing. They also ate ice cream cups. There was a little more bowling, but then the party was over. It was a lot of fun though!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7717863953863850275?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7717863953863850275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7717863953863850275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7717863953863850275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7717863953863850275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdINd-jQtcs/TWVdbySbljI/AAAAAAAADUM/nZWJB3yHme8/s72-c/February%2B041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7766205273659771968</id><published>2011-02-23T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:11:22.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hunter turned seven months old on February 11 and he is becoming such a big boy! He sits up so well on his own now. You can give him some toys and he'll entertain himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFV4E7GQUZs/TWVYKst-vkI/AAAAAAAADTM/JURe64evp_c/s1600/February%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576960654394179138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFV4E7GQUZs/TWVYKst-vkI/AAAAAAAADTM/JURe64evp_c/s320/February%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Since Hunter has six teeth, we have started to brush them. We have to keep them pearly white! This is the first time I brushed his teeth. He didn't seem to mind it. (I swear I am not hurting him!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMHGOj2Zz3k/TWVYKWwHEiI/AAAAAAAADTE/PEZEG5Ch5mU/s1600/February%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576960648497533474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMHGOj2Zz3k/TWVYKWwHEiI/AAAAAAAADTE/PEZEG5Ch5mU/s320/February%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter also takes his bath in the big bathtub now. Here is a picture from his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCKPCuixhpQ/TWVYKLLJKUI/AAAAAAAADS8/Ozd8UAris4I/s1600/February%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576960645389691202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCKPCuixhpQ/TWVYKLLJKUI/AAAAAAAADS8/Ozd8UAris4I/s320/February%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He really enjoyed the bath, as you can see in the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca9256f90366b125" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca9256f90366b125%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D3E4D8A01015CA0F7951AB24A8A0A567F206B1.1F659A80D007731A4CA2F92511F5E86829A66DA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca9256f90366b125%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSLOvpPvlLpGFBr4z8w5l_U1WT4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca9256f90366b125%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D3E4D8A01015CA0F7951AB24A8A0A567F206B1.1F659A80D007731A4CA2F92511F5E86829A66DA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca9256f90366b125%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSLOvpPvlLpGFBr4z8w5l_U1WT4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7766205273659771968?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7766205273659771968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7766205273659771968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7766205273659771968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7766205273659771968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-months.html' title='7 Months'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFV4E7GQUZs/TWVYKst-vkI/AAAAAAAADTM/JURe64evp_c/s72-c/February%2B046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3351537983930477614</id><published>2011-02-15T13:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:09:38.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My parents stopped by our house the day before Valentine's Day to give Peyton and Hunter some gifts. They each got a big balloon. Peyton's was a monkey holding a heart that says, "I love you" and Hunter's was a frog, also holding a heart that says, "I love you." Peyton got a cute (well, it's cute at least the first time that you hear it - we are way past hearing it for the first time...) puppy dog that sings &lt;em&gt;Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places&lt;/em&gt;. Peyton also got what might be his favorite movie ever - &lt;em&gt;Madagascar&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop have this movie at their house and Peyton watches it pretty much every time that he's there, so now we have a copy for our house too. Peyton likes to refer to it as the "I like to move it, move it..." movie. I'm pretty sure he loves it because it's all about animals, which we all know are his favorite thing to talk about, play with, learn about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlomOed0L4E/TVrHvu85BdI/AAAAAAAADSc/xqdxH4GMmGQ/s1600/February%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573987111695615442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlomOed0L4E/TVrHvu85BdI/AAAAAAAADSc/xqdxH4GMmGQ/s320/February%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter also got a puppy. His sings &lt;em&gt;Do You Love Me&lt;/em&gt;. He also got a Care Bears movie. Can you say blast from the past?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNltkQPqIlc/TVrHpvTatsI/AAAAAAAADSU/0r4KRDpBkYs/s1600/February%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573987008710883010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNltkQPqIlc/TVrHpvTatsI/AAAAAAAADSU/0r4KRDpBkYs/s320/February%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop for the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day, you know I had to dress the boys in something special. Hunter is my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8cnMFK4riU/TVrHpRm_ohI/AAAAAAAADSM/e2YDVH5MYsY/s1600/February%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573987000739930642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8cnMFK4riU/TVrHpRm_ohI/AAAAAAAADSM/e2YDVH5MYsY/s320/February%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And Peyton (I don't know what's up with that silly face) was the eligible bachelor. But, if you ask him, he has at least 3 girlfriends; yesterday it was up to 5. He's going to be breaking some hearts too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KScZftLZ01s/TVrHpPveRPI/AAAAAAAADSE/PMzAJvRKZ2o/s1600/February%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573987000238621938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KScZftLZ01s/TVrHpPveRPI/AAAAAAAADSE/PMzAJvRKZ2o/s320/February%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Of course there was brotherly love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13HP2oFQ8EQ/TVrHoygO9QI/AAAAAAAADR8/kMHb85Px7Qg/s1600/February%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986992390075650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13HP2oFQ8EQ/TVrHoygO9QI/AAAAAAAADR8/kMHb85Px7Qg/s320/February%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After my three Valentines got home (I love you, Kyle!) we opened gifts. Peyton made Kyle and I this cameo. So cute and it looks just like him, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMr_c1aqsm0/TVrHot-i5MI/AAAAAAAADR0/0juU9vtilWw/s1600/February%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986991175034050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMr_c1aqsm0/TVrHot-i5MI/AAAAAAAADR0/0juU9vtilWw/s320/February%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyle and I gave Peyton a Dora the Explorer Valentine's Day book. He is going through a little bit of a Dora and Diego phase right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CPnCB8iQ64/TVrHUcv80iI/AAAAAAAADRs/oHQy41JXhz8/s1600/February%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986642953032226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CPnCB8iQ64/TVrHUcv80iI/AAAAAAAADRs/oHQy41JXhz8/s320/February%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton also got some chocolates. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9KmLKOt-1Q/TVrHUEiP19I/AAAAAAAADRk/z3n46ojTnRo/s1600/February%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986636453107666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9KmLKOt-1Q/TVrHUEiP19I/AAAAAAAADRk/z3n46ojTnRo/s320/February%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter was excited to see his gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezXRlHop_d8/TVrHTwh_ikI/AAAAAAAADRc/8omB-PdojvY/s1600/February%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986631083330114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezXRlHop_d8/TVrHTwh_ikI/AAAAAAAADRc/8omB-PdojvY/s320/February%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He got an Elmo Valentine's Day book and some chocolates. (Even though he has six teeth, I think I will take care of those for him!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esLor14laUo/TVrHTsIoZXI/AAAAAAAADRU/AetagsqJ9vo/s1600/February%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986629903213938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esLor14laUo/TVrHTsIoZXI/AAAAAAAADRU/AetagsqJ9vo/s320/February%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so happy that my kids love books!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YARJbe4UKkw/TVrHTZAa9hI/AAAAAAAADRM/l5rGVqanhUI/s1600/February%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986624768505362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YARJbe4UKkw/TVrHTZAa9hI/AAAAAAAADRM/l5rGVqanhUI/s320/February%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton and Hunter also got a special package in the mail from my cousin, Austin. They each got a really cute red jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986290649068386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJFwLZTq4Bc/TVrG_8UI82I/AAAAAAAADQ8/JOCst1YeG9o/s320/February%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQKPL5EjAeE/TVrG_lDpI4I/AAAAAAAADQ0/fiuCI72FZyg/s1600/February%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986284405859202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQKPL5EjAeE/TVrG_lDpI4I/AAAAAAAADQ0/fiuCI72FZyg/s320/February%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After the gifts were opened, I started to make dinner. I looked up to see this. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjR-LwQ4leA/TVrG_A10tHI/AAAAAAAADQs/xznnKjgHZjs/s1600/February%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986274684220530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjR-LwQ4leA/TVrG_A10tHI/AAAAAAAADQs/xznnKjgHZjs/s320/February%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We put Hunter to bed and had quite the romantic dinner of spaghetti by Glade candlelight (fresh linen scent, in case you were wondering). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F3qJ8C5p30/TVrG-hbrP0I/AAAAAAAADQk/d7WIUCbW4_U/s1600/February%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986266253049666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F3qJ8C5p30/TVrG-hbrP0I/AAAAAAAADQk/d7WIUCbW4_U/s320/February%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After dinner, we went through Peyton's valentines that he got from his friends at daycare. He got lots of lollipops and other candy. He really wanted to eat some of that candy, but it was almost his bed time, so we told him we'd save it for another day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3351537983930477614?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3351537983930477614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3351537983930477614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3351537983930477614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3351537983930477614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlomOed0L4E/TVrHvu85BdI/AAAAAAAADSc/xqdxH4GMmGQ/s72-c/February%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2500649408285805010</id><published>2011-02-10T13:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:42:41.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl XLV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We had a mini Super Bowl party at our house with my parents. Kyle, being a Lions fan, hates the Packers and therefore was rooting for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;. My dad, being a Ravens fan, hates the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; and therefore was rooting for the Packers. I was also rooting for the Packers as Aaron Rodgers was &lt;em&gt;the man&lt;/em&gt; on my championship winning fantasy football team, so I was also rooting for the Packers. I convinced Peyton to root for the Packers with me and mom also chose to root for Green Bay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Pack Go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4e6fhyAVTg/TVQvCuEb5XI/AAAAAAAADQc/39o4Sa02Rnc/s1600/February%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130362737026418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4e6fhyAVTg/TVQvCuEb5XI/AAAAAAAADQc/39o4Sa02Rnc/s320/February%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and my boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9Gqvrw46hU/TVQvCqs5CBI/AAAAAAAADQU/8WHMtuIPEAM/s1600/February%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130361832966162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9Gqvrw46hU/TVQvCqs5CBI/AAAAAAAADQU/8WHMtuIPEAM/s320/February%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZpbZ5AXeps/TVQvCQHJ7mI/AAAAAAAADQM/YzCnxJHf3iI/s1600/February%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130354695368290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZpbZ5AXeps/TVQvCQHJ7mI/AAAAAAAADQM/YzCnxJHf3iI/s320/February%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is our spread. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTSoiGBGh2M/TVQvCOd2IKI/AAAAAAAADQE/mCSCOF3V49w/s1600/February%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130354253668514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTSoiGBGh2M/TVQvCOd2IKI/AAAAAAAADQE/mCSCOF3V49w/s320/February%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Appetizer of cheese, crackers, and pepperoni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCcmrnFL6R4/TVQuxuQAMYI/AAAAAAAADP8/OqidUwPB2GE/s1600/February%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130070727766402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCcmrnFL6R4/TVQuxuQAMYI/AAAAAAAADP8/OqidUwPB2GE/s320/February%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sweet and Sour Meatballs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa26qYoVAKo/TVQuxHxfdoI/AAAAAAAADP0/dpKgFPYz2DI/s1600/February%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130060399244930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa26qYoVAKo/TVQuxHxfdoI/AAAAAAAADP0/dpKgFPYz2DI/s320/February%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Chicken Ranch Nachos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqmwDuqI1Fo/TVQuweBr7WI/AAAAAAAADPs/-9w4NmUygxs/s1600/February%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130049192881506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqmwDuqI1Fo/TVQuweBr7WI/AAAAAAAADPs/-9w4NmUygxs/s320/February%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Terps&lt;/span&gt; (yes, wrong team, I know) Pasta Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ51-HSZuf0/TVQuv_SG1LI/AAAAAAAADPk/yqkf_DCEP60/s1600/February%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130040940254386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ51-HSZuf0/TVQuv_SG1LI/AAAAAAAADPk/yqkf_DCEP60/s320/February%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whoopie&lt;/span&gt; Pies (green for the Packers and yellow for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsEMH-jnJnI/TVQuvFSb-AI/AAAAAAAADPc/sC2JlnPmXww/s1600/February%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572130025372383234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsEMH-jnJnI/TVQuvFSb-AI/AAAAAAAADPc/sC2JlnPmXww/s320/February%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a good time watching the game... especially because the Packers beat the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; 31-25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2500649408285805010?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2500649408285805010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2500649408285805010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2500649408285805010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2500649408285805010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl-xlv.html' title='Super Bowl XLV'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4e6fhyAVTg/TVQvCuEb5XI/AAAAAAAADQc/39o4Sa02Rnc/s72-c/February%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-9045986978614085938</id><published>2011-01-28T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:13:32.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter Giggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last night, Kyle was playing with Hunter and Hunter was just giggling like crazy. This is the tail end of him laughing, once I thought to get the video camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-efd1610c7108de32" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defd1610c7108de32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CFF9F86DEC911F4A47FD1254AE17DD688FDF132.6743404E39B1C0108C13175C7A9120B3535F7871%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defd1610c7108de32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-hnYYcx_zaI8LTvBmfdmv5xv5o0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defd1610c7108de32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CFF9F86DEC911F4A47FD1254AE17DD688FDF132.6743404E39B1C0108C13175C7A9120B3535F7871%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defd1610c7108de32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-hnYYcx_zaI8LTvBmfdmv5xv5o0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-9045986978614085938?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/9045986978614085938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=9045986978614085938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9045986978614085938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/9045986978614085938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunter-giggling.html' title='Hunter Giggling'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5385747900967918361</id><published>2011-01-26T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:53:09.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Gala</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kindercare had their annual Winter Gala last night. Each class does a little performance, incorporating the winter theme and something that they've learned over the past year. Peyton's 3's class sang two songs. The first was the &lt;em&gt;Snowman Pokey&lt;/em&gt;. This is only about half of Peyton's class. He is third from the right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32d89eae6d33fc4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32d89eae6d33fc4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD8A0B4063632376A63920931DBD936DBB3CDE1.30DD6BC0E2B0C93FE6E7F0B387270528023791B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32d89eae6d33fc4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp1h-pyRjnhvyhXc2w_MoiplhYuI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32d89eae6d33fc4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890879%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FD8A0B4063632376A63920931DBD936DBB3CDE1.30DD6BC0E2B0C93FE6E7F0B387270528023791B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32d89eae6d33fc4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp1h-pyRjnhvyhXc2w_MoiplhYuI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, Peyton's class sang the &lt;em&gt;Vowel Song&lt;/em&gt;, which talks about the two different sounds that each vowel makes. I can't get that video to upload though. The kids were pretty cute though!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5385747900967918361?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5385747900967918361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5385747900967918361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5385747900967918361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5385747900967918361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-gala.html' title='Winter Gala'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-6115000933803133888</id><published>2011-01-24T15:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:11:00.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Baptism Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hunter was baptized on Sunday, January 23. We had some of Kyle's family come in from out of town to meet Hunter and attend the baptism. Kyle's mom, Linda, left Michigan early Friday morning to drive down here and arrived at our house around dinner time Friday evening. She stayed with us until Monday morning when she left to return home. We had a low-key dinner of tacos and before we knew it, it was Hunter's bedtime, so we put him upstairs. Kyle had a basketball game at 8:00, so he left around 7:20. After dinner, Grandma and Peyton played for a little while, but then it was his bedtime too. Kyle got home from his game a little after 9:00. I think Linda was tired from the 12 hour drive, so she chatted with Kyle and me a little longer and then she and I went to bed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, Grandma gave Peyton and Hunter their Christmas gifts. Yes, more Christmas gifts! Spoiled, I tell you! Hunter got the Stack and Surprise train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pTT9up6I/AAAAAAAADPQ/b9okBhYOzS4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861232485771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pTT9up6I/AAAAAAAADPQ/b9okBhYOzS4/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pTG72t4I/AAAAAAAADPI/X2oQfTz65ak/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861228988249986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pTG72t4I/AAAAAAAADPI/X2oQfTz65ak/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton got a parking garage and auto complex and some little cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pS6DuWYI/AAAAAAAADPA/cfz-ALWhkAY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861225531595138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pS6DuWYI/AAAAAAAADPA/cfz-ALWhkAY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pSZJC7wI/AAAAAAAADO4/Z74DbDuwn9E/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861216695545602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pSZJC7wI/AAAAAAAADO4/Z74DbDuwn9E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She also made little stockings for each of her eight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. Peyton got a little Mini Cooper car and lots of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pRm-AgeI/AAAAAAAADOw/8XIsOjC8fcc/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565861203227476450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pRm-AgeI/AAAAAAAADOw/8XIsOjC8fcc/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got candy too, but I think Kyle and I will have to eat that for him. Oh, the sacrifices we make as parents. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. He also got some small books about colors, letters, and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o3kGkwgI/AAAAAAAADOo/qt1hgPNGrio/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860755781501442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o3kGkwgI/AAAAAAAADOo/qt1hgPNGrio/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We just hung around the house Saturday afternoon and then Kyle's dad, Mike, his wife, Becky, and her son, Derek came over in the early evening after they got into town from Michigan. This was the first time that they met Hunter too. One guess as to what Grandpa brought with him. Yup, Christmas presents. I need stock in a toy store, for real, because with all of the stuff that the boys got this year, it seems our family is single-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;handily&lt;/span&gt; keeping them in business.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter got My Pal Scout. Look how focused he is on his gift in the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o3LHZWfI/AAAAAAAADOg/fuasP3LWUjg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860749074061810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o3LHZWfI/AAAAAAAADOg/fuasP3LWUjg/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o2180F2I/AAAAAAAADOY/ectiHLAZ_-o/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860743392532322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o2180F2I/AAAAAAAADOY/ectiHLAZ_-o/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton got some puzzles. Two were large floor sized puzzles; one was the alphabet and the other was numbers 1-10. He also got a four pack of puzzles all with pictures of animals - his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o2KC71eI/AAAAAAAADOQ/mXLoO9F463w/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860731607045602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o2KC71eI/AAAAAAAADOQ/mXLoO9F463w/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o19eQ0eI/AAAAAAAADOI/iUvaVAlm-0Q/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860728232006114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3o19eQ0eI/AAAAAAAADOI/iUvaVAlm-0Q/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton and Grandpa played with the puzzles for a little while, then we ate dinner. We had chicken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;, which might not have been the best idea, since there were seven of us eating, and we only can cook one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quesadilla&lt;/span&gt; at a time. Oh well, we sort of ate in shifts, but it worked out. After dinner, Peyton chose Derek to do more puzzles with him. Thanks for being a good sport, Derek. Hunter got sleepy around 6:00, so we put him to bed. Peyton needed to get a bath, so I took him upstairs to do that. Mike hadn't left yet, so I let Peyton come back downstairs until they went back to their hotel, then Peyton went to bed too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is some random Hunter cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obxRFj3I/AAAAAAAADOA/S1BMp6nYQjM/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860278278918002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obxRFj3I/AAAAAAAADOA/S1BMp6nYQjM/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan and Becky drove down from Indiana on Saturday. They were staying at Kate's house, since she and Dave were on vacation in the Caymen Islands (lucky!) Hunter missed Aunt Kate and Uncle Dave, but we did get to see Noah though, because Ryan and Becky brought him up on Sunday to the baptism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday morning we were all up bright and early to get ready for Hunter's baptism. He was baptized at 10:45 mass at St. Bernadette by Father Jim. My cousins Kim and Bo are his godparents. Here is Hunter before we left for church. I couldn't get him to smile for me because he was too focused on just looking at the camera. Still super cute, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obtc-reI/AAAAAAAADN4/U7wNVZFk1DM/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860277255056866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obtc-reI/AAAAAAAADN4/U7wNVZFk1DM/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton and Hunter before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obALSYaI/AAAAAAAADNw/e-hxld9hnkQ/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860265101255074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3obALSYaI/AAAAAAAADNw/e-hxld9hnkQ/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter was baptized during the mass. Our family and Hunter's godparents had to sit in the front row. The rest of our family sat in the next two rows behind us. After the homily, we were called to the altar. Kyle and I were asked if we would raise Hunter Catholic and we agreed. Then Kim and Bo were asked if they would guide Hunter in Catholicism, to which they said yes. Kyle, Kim, Bo and I all made the sign of the cross on Hunter's forehead. Then Father read some blessings and the entire congregation renewed their baptismal vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3oas-H1RI/AAAAAAAADNo/5hy0cwOtpZI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860259945764114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3oas-H1RI/AAAAAAAADNo/5hy0cwOtpZI/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next, Father moved down to the baptismal font to bless the water. He invited all of the children to assist him in blessing the water. Peyton, Dougie, and Lindsey all helped with the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3oaf2Uh0I/AAAAAAAADNg/DgS8tCR2KLs/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565860256423380802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3oaf2Uh0I/AAAAAAAADNg/DgS8tCR2KLs/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Then it was time for the actual baptism. Water was poured over Hunter's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n7nNDXQI/AAAAAAAADNY/nS3015rG9OY/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859725821828354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n7nNDXQI/AAAAAAAADNY/nS3015rG9OY/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The chrism was then applied to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n7ThM_QI/AAAAAAAADNQ/lmk04hk0DT8/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859720537636098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n7ThM_QI/AAAAAAAADNQ/lmk04hk0DT8/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, a candle was lit and given to Bo to hold for the remainder of the baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n682I1LI/AAAAAAAADNI/EAYA68_iH8M/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859714451428530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3n682I1LI/AAAAAAAADNI/EAYA68_iH8M/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We returned to our seats and the mass continued as normal. Kyle and I were able to choose people to carry the gifts to the altar. My mom, Kim, Bo, and Dougie did this. I tried to get a picture of them, but they were practically running down the aisle, so it didn't turn out well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter was so interested with the remainder of mass that he fell asleep. He even slept through some of the pictures that we took after mass. (By the way, why didn't we get any pictures with Nadean, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vester&lt;/span&gt;, Austin, and Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nkxOj0EI/AAAAAAAADNA/5GtpW-q1_sI/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859333375512642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nkxOj0EI/AAAAAAAADNA/5GtpW-q1_sI/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nkjOALlI/AAAAAAAADM4/XKZZDWQXsTc/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859329615081042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nkjOALlI/AAAAAAAADM4/XKZZDWQXsTc/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nUZV1Q1I/AAAAAAAADMw/3b6fH1mU0o0/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859052085658450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nUZV1Q1I/AAAAAAAADMw/3b6fH1mU0o0/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uncle Jeremy and Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nTt_wOLI/AAAAAAAADMo/4F0BlXyUtOA/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565859040450328754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3nTt_wOLI/AAAAAAAADMo/4F0BlXyUtOA/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Godparents Kim and Bo, and Dougie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3meJJTiNI/AAAAAAAADMg/HCCfbgtWplk/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565858120025213138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3meJJTiNI/AAAAAAAADMg/HCCfbgtWplk/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uncle Ryan, Aunt Becky, Lindsey, Sara, and Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mdlBT3TI/AAAAAAAADMY/dh7MBjiH8c8/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565858110328003890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mdlBT3TI/AAAAAAAADMY/dh7MBjiH8c8/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mdDb8-6I/AAAAAAAADMQ/ihTEjEcgIig/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565858101312945058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mdDb8-6I/AAAAAAAADMQ/ihTEjEcgIig/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mci4bqrI/AAAAAAAADMI/s-K9C_GqsqQ/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565858092574026418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mci4bqrI/AAAAAAAADMI/s-K9C_GqsqQ/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After mass, we had a party for Hunter at Damon's. In addition to all those that were at mass, Mom-Mom, Uncle Donald, Jessica, Heather, Aunt Marie, Uncle Jay, Aunt Donna, and Uncle Tom attended the party. The food was actually quite good. We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; chicken, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; sausages with peppers and onions, and sliced turkey for the main courses. The side dishes were macaroni and cheese, steamed broccoli, and a tossed salad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop brought the cake for Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mcQm8auI/AAAAAAAADMA/AmK6wEkFofg/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565858087668837090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3mcQm8auI/AAAAAAAADMA/AmK6wEkFofg/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We sucked at taking pictures at the party... as in, Kyle took one of Noah, and that was it. Boo. After the party, Ryan, Becky, Lindsey, Sara, and Noah came over to our house to play with Peyton and Hunter. However, everyone was sleepy from not getting naps, so they couldn't stay too long. It's nice to see the cousins play together because it doesn't happen very often. I wish we all lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lasagna for dinner and then opened Hunter's gifts. We were all tired from the busy day and went to bed after the football game was over. I just want to thank everyone who came to Hunter's baptism and party. It means a lot to us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-6115000933803133888?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/6115000933803133888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=6115000933803133888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/6115000933803133888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/6115000933803133888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunters-baptism-weekend.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Baptism Weekend'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3pTT9up6I/AAAAAAAADPQ/b9okBhYOzS4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2462448751424705275</id><published>2011-01-24T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:32:55.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Chemo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It has been about a month since I finished up my radiation and chemotherapy treatments, so I have started having follow-up visits with all of my doctors. First, I went to my primary care doctor who gave me a quick check-up. He determined that I was doing really well. He had a blood test performed on me to determine if my kidneys are functioning well (so that I could get the contrast dye injection for an MRI). They are, so he ordered me to have my first post-treatment MRI, which I had done on January 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, I met with my oncologist. He asked me how I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fared&lt;/span&gt; during the radiation and chemo. I told him that I handled it really well and that the only bad side effects (besides losing my hair!) came from the steroids that I was on. He took a look at my MRI scans and said that they looked good, but that he was no expert in reading them. Then, he informed me that part two of my treatment was about to begin. I was very confused as to what "Part Two" he was referring to. He explained that his original treatment plan called for me to do the oral chemo while I was going through the radiation treatments, then after one month of being finished with the radiation, I would start chemo all over again. This was definitely the first I was hearing about having to do more chemo. The doctor argued with me for 15 minutes that he did tell us this plan in the initial consultation, but I can assure you that he did not. That's a pretty big detail that either Kyle or I would have heard. And I never would have celebrated being finished with radiation and chemo if I had known that there was more chemo ahead. I am not angry about having to do more chemo because I understand that if there is even one tumor cell remaining, the tumor could possibly grow back. I want to be aggressive and get rid of this thing once and for all now so that I never have to deal with this again. I am only angry that the doctor argued with me for so long insisting that he told us about the additional chemo, when I knew he had not. I even called Kyle once I left the office and Kyle agreed that he never heard any mention of more chemo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But anyway, the plan is that I will be on chemo for about four more months. I will be only taking the chemo pills for five days in a row each month. The rest of the month I will not be on the medication. However, the dosage has more than doubled since my first round of chemo, from 140 mg/day to 300 mg/day. The doctor even said that if I handle this higher dose well that he may increase it further in the coming months. I go back to see him in the middle of February and I'll have another MRI to check my progress in March. I started the chemo for this month today, so I have four more days to go this round. I'm just hoping I handle it well again, although I have a feeling that I'm going to lose even more of my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also had an appointment with my neurosurgeon. He looked at the MRI scans and told me that everything looked good. He said there was a small spot in one of the scans that was most likely just a "post-surgical reflection," whatever that means... Basically, he didn't see anything to indicate that the tumor was still there or growing back at this point, so that is good news. He checked out the incision on my head and said that everything is healing well from the surgery. I will go back to see him after I have my next MRI in two months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, I will see my radiation doctor next Monday for my 6 week follow-up. Hopefully that appointment will go well too.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2462448751424705275?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2462448751424705275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2462448751424705275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2462448751424705275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2462448751424705275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-chemo.html' title='More Chemo...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8253658917688814145</id><published>2011-01-24T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:02:40.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's 6 month check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hunter turned six months old on January 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He went back to the dermatologist in the first week of January because his eczema still hadn't cleared up. We were given a new prescription for yet another lotion (his 3rd different one) and instructions to lube him up with the prescription lotion in the morning and before bed and to apply Vaseline all over his body at each diaper change. So basically we always have a greasy, Vaseline-smelling baby on our hands. However, the third time must have been a charm, because we seem to finally have cleared up his skin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following week I took Hunter to his 6 month check-up with his pediatrician. He now weighs 14 lbs 7 oz (10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and is 26 1/4 inches long (50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile). He is generally healthy and is developmentally on track.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The conditions of eczema, allergies, and asthma are all related to each other. Since Peyton had eczema when he was a baby and is practically asthmatic, the fact that Hunter also has eczema was troubling to the pediatrician. About a month ago, we had a blood test done on Hunter to determine what, if anything, he is allergic to. Turns out that he is &lt;em&gt;severely&lt;/em&gt; allergic to peanuts. Due to this allergy, we now need to carry an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EpiPen&lt;/span&gt; with us at all times in case he comes into contact with peanuts and has a severe reaction, such as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anaphylactic&lt;/span&gt; shock (which is when the airways close up and he wouldn't be able to breathe). It is pretty scary for me to think about that happening. Hunter is also allergic to dogs, eggs, milk, and soy. He is less allergic to soy than milk, so we had to switch him to soy formula as opposed to the milk-based regular formula that he was on. This switch has also seemed to help keep his eczema from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flaring&lt;/span&gt; up. The pediatrician said that at some point in the future, Hunter will be set up with an allergist. He will undergo further testing periodically to determine how his allergies are changing. He may possibly grow out of the allergies to milk and eggs, but the peanut allergy is definitely here to stay. I feel so bad for Hunter! But Kyle and I are just happy that we had this test done now, rather than feeding Hunter peanuts later in life and having him have a terrible reaction to it that we weren't expecting. It'll take some lifestyle changes and we need to be careful and monitor the foods around us more to make sure that Hunter is safe, but he is worth it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a positive note, Hunter was finally given the go-ahead to eat some rice cereal. We tried to give it to him once before (without approval... bad parents!) and he wasn't a fan. Kyle fed him the cereal this time and he still didn't seem to enjoy it, as you can see from the pictures. However, his daycare teacher was able to get him to eat it for the rest of the week, so hopefully it is growing on him. Once Hunter masters eating the rice, we can begin to s-l-o-w-l-y introduce him to vegetables and fruits, but we have to be very careful because there is no test for allergies to these foods, so we have to monitor him carefully between new foods to check for reactions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3T4E9JfpI/AAAAAAAADL4/Ddxll2g5erQ/s1600/January%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565837674856152722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3T4E9JfpI/AAAAAAAADL4/Ddxll2g5erQ/s320/January%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "No thanks, Daddy. This stuff is horrible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3T3pz4OnI/AAAAAAAADLw/tIPr8oW5TIc/s1600/January%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565837667569515122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3T3pz4OnI/AAAAAAAADLw/tIPr8oW5TIc/s320/January%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Time sure does fly. It is hard to believe that in less than only six more months, Hunter will be turning one year old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8253658917688814145?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8253658917688814145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8253658917688814145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8253658917688814145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8253658917688814145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunters-6-month-check-up.html' title='Hunter&apos;s 6 month check-up'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3T4E9JfpI/AAAAAAAADL4/Ddxll2g5erQ/s72-c/January%2B077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4569925526104130619</id><published>2011-01-24T14:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:31:12.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My mom's birthday was on January 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we went out to dinner to celebrate it on the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We met up with my parents, Jeremy and Jill at Squire's. After dinner, we sang Happy Birthday to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2lI55XI/AAAAAAAADLo/jjCE7Na4ejA/s1600/January%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565834350600775026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2lI55XI/AAAAAAAADLo/jjCE7Na4ejA/s320/January%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton's favorite part of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is their cake. He was pretty excited about his slice (or at least the frosting off of his slice...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2ExbKbI/AAAAAAAADLY/mDycZiYaKD4/s1600/January%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565834341912357298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2ExbKbI/AAAAAAAADLY/mDycZiYaKD4/s320/January%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After cake, my mom opened her gifts. (Personally, I don't think people should be able to be born in December or January as their birthdays are just too close to Christmas and there are not enough present ideas for both occasions! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.) Anyway, Jeremy and Jill gave her a candle and a CD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2aT5krI/AAAAAAAADLg/_Z6YkZ06gRA/s1600/January%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565834347694101170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2aT5krI/AAAAAAAADLg/_Z6YkZ06gRA/s320/January%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My dad gave her a kit so that she can have a heated seat in his convertible when she gets chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3QdplSIwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Ggqe6gWyWu0/s1600/January%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565833922296816386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3QdplSIwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Ggqe6gWyWu0/s320/January%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And Hunter and Peyton gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; what I thought was a cover for her phone, but apparently was not. Oops, but that is why I included the receipt. Kyle and I gave her a gift card to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bertucci's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565833918573785938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3QdbtpM1I/AAAAAAAADLI/sHL9ga5wbb8/s320/January%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Qc5852-I/AAAAAAAADLA/zQRj8oHXlQk/s1600/January%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565833909510986722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Qc5852-I/AAAAAAAADLA/zQRj8oHXlQk/s320/January%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Of course we were at the restaurant late and it was way past Hunter's bedtime, so we hurried to get home to put him to bed. Happy birthday, Mom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4569925526104130619?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4569925526104130619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4569925526104130619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4569925526104130619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4569925526104130619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Q2lI55XI/AAAAAAAADLo/jjCE7Na4ejA/s72-c/January%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5090509973514976354</id><published>2011-01-24T14:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:13:23.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the last of my Christmas posts! On January 9, Kate, Dave, and Noah came over to our house so that we could exchange gifts. Peyton and Noah played for a little while together, but they couldn't stay very long, so we got right to the gifts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We gave Noah an Elmo See-and-Say that teaches about shapes and the Little People &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Racin&lt;/span&gt;' Ramps Garage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5lu1DzI/AAAAAAAADKg/Nv3AX-UPwjw/s1600/January%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565830004252938034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5lu1DzI/AAAAAAAADKg/Nv3AX-UPwjw/s320/January%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5W4evtI/AAAAAAAADKY/OUYnQaZGxL4/s1600/January%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565830000266886866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5W4evtI/AAAAAAAADKY/OUYnQaZGxL4/s320/January%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5Gk39QI/AAAAAAAADKQ/68JHfybw1pc/s1600/January%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829995889685762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5Gk39QI/AAAAAAAADKQ/68JHfybw1pc/s320/January%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kate and Dave gave Peyton a special Godchild ornament for our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Mp1MrtsI/AAAAAAAADKI/qMgnR8nTm8c/s1600/January%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829733526779586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Mp1MrtsI/AAAAAAAADKI/qMgnR8nTm8c/s320/January%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They also gave him a big firetruck and a cave piece for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GeoTrax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829731869595858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MpvBlGNI/AAAAAAAADKA/1mPd7HZ5_3c/s320/January%2B061.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MpZTfOZI/AAAAAAAADJ4/ubNDuFB3qIk/s1600/January%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829726039128466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MpZTfOZI/AAAAAAAADJ4/ubNDuFB3qIk/s320/January%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They gave Hunter a Laugh &amp;amp; Learn Love to Play Puppy and the Rhyme and Discover song book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MpHX75YI/AAAAAAAADJw/1Pntkw11ik4/s1600/January%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829721225946498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MpHX75YI/AAAAAAAADJw/1Pntkw11ik4/s320/January%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MozA7TeI/AAAAAAAADJo/r7KCniQMznI/s1600/January%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829715760729570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3MozA7TeI/AAAAAAAADJo/r7KCniQMznI/s320/January%2B066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We appreciate everything that everyone gave our kids for Christmas. They are way too spoiled by everyone and as I always say - It looks like Toys R Us threw up in our house!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5090509973514976354?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5090509973514976354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5090509973514976354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5090509973514976354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5090509973514976354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-6.html' title='Christmas, Part 6'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3M5lu1DzI/AAAAAAAADKg/Nv3AX-UPwjw/s72-c/January%2B057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3627933496651701837</id><published>2011-01-24T13:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:00:08.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On January 2, we got together with my dad's side of the family to do Christmas with them. We all went to my parents' house around noon and had lunch together. Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; gave Hunter a gift first because everyone else was busy watching the Ravens game. Once again, he enjoyed ripping off the paper. He got some bongo drums. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3H1TKmtsI/AAAAAAAADJg/FMOVWaPIifc/s1600/January%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824432991549122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3H1TKmtsI/AAAAAAAADJg/FMOVWaPIifc/s320/January%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this book that has something textured on each page for him to feel. We've read it a few times already and he loves to run his fingers along the furry objects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Hvqe8J0I/AAAAAAAADJY/oqqgpKS18n4/s1600/January%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824336171640642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Hvqe8J0I/AAAAAAAADJY/oqqgpKS18n4/s320/January%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter was my favorite present of 2010, so I put a bow on him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HvT7PICI/AAAAAAAADJQ/rJ94M5QKrOw/s1600/January%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824330116309026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HvT7PICI/AAAAAAAADJQ/rJ94M5QKrOw/s320/January%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got plenty more cool toys and cute outfits from Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;, Kim, and Nadean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HvMmaV_I/AAAAAAAADJI/U-qBL7k_gxE/s1600/January%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824328149915634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HvMmaV_I/AAAAAAAADJI/U-qBL7k_gxE/s320/January%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Huo_LVJI/AAAAAAAADJA/BmlOGn4LDqs/s1600/January%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824318590112914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Huo_LVJI/AAAAAAAADJA/BmlOGn4LDqs/s320/January%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton was simultaneously opening his gifts from Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;, Kim, and Nadean. He got some more Trio blocks. His favorite was this set that could make a barn. If Peyton loves one thing, it is animals, so this gift was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Huplz7JI/AAAAAAAADI4/_FV0-_qs_fU/s1600/January%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565824318752156818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Huplz7JI/AAAAAAAADI4/_FV0-_qs_fU/s320/January%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim, Bo, and Dougie hooked up Peyton with this really fun Chuck and Friends stunt race car track.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565823989464593474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Hbe5idEI/AAAAAAAADIw/wT8r3IA3QAQ/s320/January%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Ha0rnd3I/AAAAAAAADIo/jKkKrzf_CZ4/s1600/January%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565823978131912562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3Ha0rnd3I/AAAAAAAADIo/jKkKrzf_CZ4/s320/January%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; There were so many gifts for Peyton and Hunter. There's no way I could include all of the pictures. Again, they are so spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Peyton, Hunter, and I got Austin the Wheel of Fortune game for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and a gift card to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HanjO4CI/AAAAAAAADIg/WazKHGEOMjY/s1600/January%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565823974607085602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HanjO4CI/AAAAAAAADIg/WazKHGEOMjY/s320/January%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We got Dougie the Air Hogs helicopter that takes digital video and pictures as it flies around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HabrF_3I/AAAAAAAADIY/t2GiCBUdq3Y/s1600/January%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565823971418832754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HabrF_3I/AAAAAAAADIY/t2GiCBUdq3Y/s320/January%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As for the adults, since there are three families on each side (Us, Jeremy/Jill, and Mom/Dad) versus (Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;, Kim/Bo, and Nadean/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vester&lt;/span&gt;) we each choose names out of a hat on Thanksgiving to determine who each couple will buy for. This year, we chose Aunt Bev's name. We got her some car mats and a gift card to Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HZbH92bI/AAAAAAAADIQ/XLuz3gVwK0I/s1600/January%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565823954091628978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3HZbH92bI/AAAAAAAADIQ/XLuz3gVwK0I/s320/January%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kim and Bo got our name. They got us gift cards to Cheesecake Factory and PF &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Changs&lt;/span&gt;. Yum! They also got us a cute penguin blanket and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Terps&lt;/span&gt; ornament for our tree. Kim also gave me a picture frame that says "Cousins" with a picture of her and me from her wedding way back when I was only 4 years old. I was her flower girl. That was a pretty special gift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone hung out for a little longer to finish watching the Ravens game and we had some dessert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eventually&lt;/span&gt; the party broke up and everyone headed home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3627933496651701837?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3627933496651701837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3627933496651701837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3627933496651701837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3627933496651701837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-5.html' title='Christmas, Part 5'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT3H1TKmtsI/AAAAAAAADJg/FMOVWaPIifc/s72-c/January%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5976866301393213031</id><published>2011-01-24T11:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:15:34.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We didn't do anything special for New Year's Eve this year. We didn't even have our "party" with Jeremy and Jill. Boo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We dressed Hunter and Peyton up in their New Year gear and gave them some noisemakers to play with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby boy ready for 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2v1GO_fgI/AAAAAAAADII/br0eFTpfgtE/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B238.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565798041241222658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2v1GO_fgI/AAAAAAAADII/br0eFTpfgtE/s320/More%2BDecember%2B238.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton says, "Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2v0lZZfdI/AAAAAAAADIA/ndZheQO8ADg/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B239.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565798032426499538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2v0lZZfdI/AAAAAAAADIA/ndZheQO8ADg/s320/More%2BDecember%2B239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We put Hunter to bed at 6:30 like normal and Peyton went to bed at 8:00 like he always does. Then Kyle and I watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. We party like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rock stars&lt;/span&gt;, for sure. Around 11:30 we put on Dick Clark's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt;' Eve to see how he was holding up this year. We watched a performance of New Kids on the Block with the Backstreet Boys. While I loved New Kids back in the day (they were my first concert), they are so old now and need to hang it up. You really can't be a boy band anymore when all of the members are in their 40s. Anyway, Dick Clark was actually able to keep up with the countdown this year. We said happy new year and then I was in bed by 12:07. But hey, that was 5 minutes later than last year, when we all went to sleep at 12:02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was definitely a rough year for us, so we're looking forward to what 2011 has to offer! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5976866301393213031?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5976866301393213031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5976866301393213031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5976866301393213031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5976866301393213031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2v1GO_fgI/AAAAAAAADII/br0eFTpfgtE/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8665845100183352989</id><published>2011-01-24T11:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:57:27.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We were so busy on Christmas day that the boys didn't even have time to open all of the presents that were waiting for them. So when they woke up on the 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, they started opening more presents. First, Peyton opened his from Ryan, Becky, Lindsey and Sara. He got some really nice pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rrp-z8bI/AAAAAAAADH4/y7q3DXNg1vk/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B189.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793480991830450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rrp-z8bI/AAAAAAAADH4/y7q3DXNg1vk/s320/More%2BDecember%2B189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rrAE5AOI/AAAAAAAADHw/NPuir850kd8/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B190.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793469743038690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rrAE5AOI/AAAAAAAADHw/NPuir850kd8/s320/More%2BDecember%2B190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He also got an additional pack of cards for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alphie&lt;/span&gt; toy and some more Trio blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rq9-axRI/AAAAAAAADHo/rzSkFWrwmE8/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B198.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793469179020562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rq9-axRI/AAAAAAAADHo/rzSkFWrwmE8/s320/More%2BDecember%2B198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got some fun baby toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rqUfKoPI/AAAAAAAADHg/w2AIX1-643M/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B200.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793458042085618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rqUfKoPI/AAAAAAAADHg/w2AIX1-643M/s320/More%2BDecember%2B200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next the boys opened their gifts from Adam, Suzie, and their kids. Peyton got a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse game for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MobiGo&lt;/span&gt; and a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse DVD with the Mickey-mote. He loved them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rYn1HZ5I/AAAAAAAADHY/L_o3n6Iaoz8/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B203.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793153996777362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rYn1HZ5I/AAAAAAAADHY/L_o3n6Iaoz8/s320/More%2BDecember%2B203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter got a really fun circus toy and a book that plays music and sings nursery rhymes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rXkNdrdI/AAAAAAAADHQ/4uBWBzUE9fI/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B205.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793135845289426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rXkNdrdI/AAAAAAAADHQ/4uBWBzUE9fI/s320/More%2BDecember%2B205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next, our family exchanged gifts with each other. Peyton and Hunter got me a John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt; book and new slippers. They are good shoppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rXAikdeI/AAAAAAAADHI/hZxyT5jJ6Nc/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B208.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793126270137826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rXAikdeI/AAAAAAAADHI/hZxyT5jJ6Nc/s320/More%2BDecember%2B208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boys chose to give Kyle some new jeans. Peyton gave Daddy a special Christmas hug. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rWxpC30I/AAAAAAAADHA/za0L1Qaxpjc/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B210.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565793122270764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rWxpC30I/AAAAAAAADHA/za0L1Qaxpjc/s320/More%2BDecember%2B210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qDhVmYZI/AAAAAAAADGQ/Y6poIEqAB3w/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B211.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565791691965096338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qDhVmYZI/AAAAAAAADGQ/Y6poIEqAB3w/s320/More%2BDecember%2B211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter gave Peyton a big tub of dinosaur figures to play with. Peyton loves dinosaurs right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qDUCg45I/AAAAAAAADGI/mCtiPNNWViM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B214.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565791688395383698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qDUCg45I/AAAAAAAADGI/mCtiPNNWViM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; One night I took Peyton shopping and let him pick out a gift for Hunter all by himself. He chose the Fisher Price Peek-a-boo Cuckoo. Hunter likes to play with this toy, so I guess Peyton did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCvhyw4I/AAAAAAAADGA/VRAn3ex9mVk/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B217.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565791678594466690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCvhyw4I/AAAAAAAADGA/VRAn3ex9mVk/s320/More%2BDecember%2B217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the boys opened their gifts from Kyle and I. We got them both some books. Peyton loves books and we read to him so much that he really did like this gift (which makes me a happy mommy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCVq24BI/AAAAAAAADF4/_y1zjz-2Rsc/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B219.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565791671653163026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCVq24BI/AAAAAAAADF4/_y1zjz-2Rsc/s320/More%2BDecember%2B219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCMpTF3I/AAAAAAAADFw/UzogftrAPkY/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B220.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565791669230704498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2qCMpTF3I/AAAAAAAADFw/UzogftrAPkY/s320/More%2BDecember%2B220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, Peyton and Hunter opened their stockings from Santa. Peyton got all kinds of fun stuff like Silly Putty, some mini puzzles, a squishy ball, a marshmallow lollipop, a Santa Clause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pez&lt;/span&gt; dispenser and extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pMQ69fWI/AAAAAAAADFo/VvVYZ8TIz1Y/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B225.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565790742665592162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pMQ69fWI/AAAAAAAADFo/VvVYZ8TIz1Y/s320/More%2BDecember%2B225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pMcWl47I/AAAAAAAADFg/wFGW0WD47jc/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B226.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565790745734276018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pMcWl47I/AAAAAAAADFg/wFGW0WD47jc/s320/More%2BDecember%2B226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pL76qzRI/AAAAAAAADFY/IMwDWjT7wp0/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B228.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565790737027222802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pL76qzRI/AAAAAAAADFY/IMwDWjT7wp0/s320/More%2BDecember%2B228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got two rattles, two Sesame Street books, and a little snowman Beanie Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pLijdxFI/AAAAAAAADFQ/1hW4_zuFmj0/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B232.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565790730219013202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pLijdxFI/AAAAAAAADFQ/1hW4_zuFmj0/s320/More%2BDecember%2B232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pLUhi2iI/AAAAAAAADFI/NQPN7z3At6I/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B233.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565790726452861474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2pLUhi2iI/AAAAAAAADFI/NQPN7z3At6I/s320/More%2BDecember%2B233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyle and I also opened up our stockings from each other. It was a busy day, but there was even more Christmas to come...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8665845100183352989?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8665845100183352989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8665845100183352989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8665845100183352989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8665845100183352989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-4.html' title='Christmas, Part 4'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TT2rrp-z8bI/AAAAAAAADH4/y7q3DXNg1vk/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-431556721714032806</id><published>2011-01-20T15:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:15:25.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To wrap up Christmas day, we all went to my parents' house for dinner. Mom-Mom, Uncle Donald, Jessica and Heather were there too. For dinner, we had our traditional (dad's delicious homemade) lasagna and ham. Of course Kyle got his special ricotta-less meat lasagna because he &lt;s&gt;is spoiled&lt;/s&gt; hates ricotta cheese. For dessert, there was walnut cake and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cannoli&lt;/span&gt;. It was Heather's birthday, so my mom got her a cake and we all sang &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; to her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTigwDEJPkI/AAAAAAAADFA/0WW0wCrnbeA/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B176.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564374086933102146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTigwDEJPkI/AAAAAAAADFA/0WW0wCrnbeA/s320/More%2BDecember%2B176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After dinner, there were more gifts exchanged. We gave Mom-Mom a big box of chocolates. She gave Peyton a gift card to Chuck E. Cheese (which he loves!) and Hunter got gift cards to Burger King and Wendy's. Kyle and I ended up with a gift card to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt; after some trading with Jill. Uncle Donald got Peyton and Hunter some gifts too. Peyton got some puzzles, Topple, a hopping ball, and some other stuff I can't remember right now. Hunter got a big ride-on toy and a toy that teaches the alphabet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After everyone left, we all opened our stocking from my parents. Peyton got lots of stuff. He scored some books, a few Matchbox cars, some bath paints, candy, and a mini Etch-a-Sketch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxwCUnyI/AAAAAAAADEw/9ho_7ViHRhs/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B182.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564373016673296162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxwCUnyI/AAAAAAAADEw/9ho_7ViHRhs/s320/More%2BDecember%2B182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxn3pCNI/AAAAAAAADEo/X3p5x6gctfI/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B183.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564373014481012946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxn3pCNI/AAAAAAAADEo/X3p5x6gctfI/s320/More%2BDecember%2B183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxfltx1I/AAAAAAAADEg/JxJOugkLATM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B185.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564373012258342738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxfltx1I/AAAAAAAADEg/JxJOugkLATM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got two loveys, a rattle, and toy keys. He liked it all because they were all toys that he could put into his mouth. Notice a theme here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxOYkiRI/AAAAAAAADEY/opp8srHgbYw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B187.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564373007639808274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifxOYkiRI/AAAAAAAADEY/opp8srHgbYw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifwwDLm9I/AAAAAAAADEQ/4v1tOTtET88/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B188.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564372999497030610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTifwwDLm9I/AAAAAAAADEQ/4v1tOTtET88/s320/More%2BDecember%2B188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyle and I opened our stockings too. I got things like a manicure set, nail polish, socks, caramel popcorn, and candy. I don't even know what Kyle had in his stocking besides popcorn and candy. Like I said in the previous post: We're all spoiled (but especially Peyton and Hunter) by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! There are still more posts to come though, because we don't just celebrate one day of Christmas... this year we needed three days of celebrations!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-431556721714032806?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/431556721714032806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=431556721714032806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/431556721714032806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/431556721714032806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-3.html' title='Christmas, Part 3'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTigwDEJPkI/AAAAAAAADFA/0WW0wCrnbeA/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8809580217444424579</id><published>2011-01-20T15:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:35:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After the boys opened all of their presents from Santa, my parents, Jeremy, and Jill came over for breakfast, which they do every year. Kyle and I cooked breakfast for everyone. We had out traditional meal of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Our griddle didn't seem to be working, so Kyle had to make all of the pancakes in a frying pan, which took much longer. However, he was a trooper and the pancakes were yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After breakfast, we all exchanged presents with each other. Because, you know, the boys &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; needed even MORE toys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents gave Peyton and Hunter their gifts first. Peyton got several movies from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO7IJInSI/AAAAAAAADCQ/8VRjbuuBccQ/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354486065470754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO7IJInSI/AAAAAAAADCQ/8VRjbuuBccQ/s320/More%2BDecember%2B119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He also got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MobiGo&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically like a Game Boy for kids, with educational games. Peyton had no idea what this was when he opened it, but he absolutely loves it now. He has two games for it, and plays them all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO62tK8II/AAAAAAAADCI/y-pOQYaPdao/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354481384779906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO62tK8II/AAAAAAAADCI/y-pOQYaPdao/s320/More%2BDecember%2B127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; While Peyton and Hunter continued opening gifts, we gave out our gifts. We got Jeremy and Jill a new slip cover for their sofa. I think they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO6nj9XEI/AAAAAAAADCA/KejJNZwsWRU/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354477319609410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO6nj9XEI/AAAAAAAADCA/KejJNZwsWRU/s320/More%2BDecember%2B132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOmtpyf1I/AAAAAAAADB4/35Svfk0Obug/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B133.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354135357292370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOmtpyf1I/AAAAAAAADB4/35Svfk0Obug/s320/More%2BDecember%2B133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They got Kyle and I a gift card to the Cheesecake Factory. Yum! Mom and Dad got Jeremy this candle holder, which he wanted just to drink out of so that he could pretend to be a king (or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOmJG6A1I/AAAAAAAADBw/PgggYnKeCiM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B139.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354125547307858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOmJG6A1I/AAAAAAAADBw/PgggYnKeCiM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Jeremy and Jill gave their gifts to Peyton. He got the Hess truck, as he does every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOl4ad_hI/AAAAAAAADBo/Fs8M4aIppOw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B140.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354121065954834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOl4ad_hI/AAAAAAAADBo/Fs8M4aIppOw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOlhqapKI/AAAAAAAADBg/DScQvQ4-_Cs/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B142.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354114958828706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOlhqapKI/AAAAAAAADBg/DScQvQ4-_Cs/s320/More%2BDecember%2B142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton also got his 2010 Mickey Mouse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow globe&lt;/span&gt;. Jeremy has given Peyton the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow globe&lt;/span&gt; from this series each year since his first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOk6NkW7I/AAAAAAAADBY/72VlMsOUvVo/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B147.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354104368847794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOk6NkW7I/AAAAAAAADBY/72VlMsOUvVo/s320/More%2BDecember%2B147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy and Jill got Peyton some other toys as well. My parents got Peyton several more gifts too. Their big gift to him was this Hero House. It's a police station and firehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOLEKfPEI/AAAAAAAADBQ/R8Qjot5-9Es/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B152.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564353660363684930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOLEKfPEI/AAAAAAAADBQ/R8Qjot5-9Es/s320/More%2BDecember%2B152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter got gifts from everyone too. He enjoyed ripping the paper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKzwf24I/AAAAAAAADBI/x7PJtlDavUg/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B161.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564353655959706498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKzwf24I/AAAAAAAADBI/x7PJtlDavUg/s320/More%2BDecember%2B161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop gave him a bunch of different Fisher Price toys, including bongo drums, a basketball learning toy, a mailbox toy, and some cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKZ5iS0I/AAAAAAAADBA/N40ZNaaF4tI/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B164.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564353649018293058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKZ5iS0I/AAAAAAAADBA/N40ZNaaF4tI/s320/More%2BDecember%2B164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uncle Jeremy and Jill gave Hunter a bunch of gifts too. They included pajamas and a sock monkey jack-in-the-box. But his favorite gift from them was probably this teddy bear (because he could eat it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKB1ANuI/AAAAAAAADA4/06V2SvwqcQE/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B170.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564353642556831458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOKB1ANuI/AAAAAAAADA4/06V2SvwqcQE/s320/More%2BDecember%2B170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyle and I got my parents a ceiling fan for their bedroom and a few other smaller gifts. I didn't include any pictures of them opening their gifts though, because my mother was always looking away from the camera (probably talking to Peyton) and my dad just looked goofy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, you're welcome guys. They got Kyle and I gift cards to three restaurants with free babysitting services. We also each got a few other gifts from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the aftermath of gift-opening part two. Gee, where are Peyton and Jeremy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOJhhnhyI/AAAAAAAADAw/wzQOtP0_toM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B155.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564353633885587234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiOJhhnhyI/AAAAAAAADAw/wzQOtP0_toM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton and Hunter are definitely spoiled by my parents. But really, Kyle, Jeremy, Jill, and I were pretty spoiled too. We appreciate everything that all of you gave us and the boys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8809580217444424579?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8809580217444424579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8809580217444424579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8809580217444424579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8809580217444424579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-2.html' title='Christmas, Part 2'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiO7IJInSI/AAAAAAAADCQ/8VRjbuuBccQ/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-1293948672075208308</id><published>2011-01-20T14:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:03:02.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Christmas morning, Kyle and I waited upstairs until Peyton woke up. When Peyton came out of his room, he could see that there was a glow downstairs. Santa left the Christmas tree lights on the night before. Peyton was so excited and couldn't wait to get downstairs. We got Hunter up and then went downstairs together. Peyton got to the bottom of the steps and just stopped. He looked so sad. We asked him what was wrong and he asked where Santa was. He thought that the actual Santa Clause was going to be at our house when he woke up. He really looked like he was about to cry. It was heartbreaking, but adorable all at the same time. Once we explained that Santa was a very busy man and didn't have a lot of time to spend at each child's house and when he saw the presents under the tree, Peyton turned that frown upside down and didn't really care about seeing Santa anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We knew that Santa came because he ate his cookies and drank his milk. He even gave the carrot to the reindeer to eat. Santa also wrote Peyton and Hunter a note back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQOWh4ghI/AAAAAAAADEI/Po9BEJ4GCy4/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355915856511506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQOWh4ghI/AAAAAAAADEI/Po9BEJ4GCy4/s320/More%2BDecember%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Santa sure did bring Peyton a lot of presents!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQN3l2n9I/AAAAAAAADEA/dW3ijZ3U7_c/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355907551666130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQN3l2n9I/AAAAAAAADEA/dW3ijZ3U7_c/s320/More%2BDecember%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got a bunch of presents too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQNkuhx3I/AAAAAAAADD4/XFPNo6JsA2w/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355902487775090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQNkuhx3I/AAAAAAAADD4/XFPNo6JsA2w/s320/More%2BDecember%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton started opening his presents first. After he opened one, we asked him if it was Hunter's turn to open a present. Peyton responded with, "No, it's Peyton's turn again." So funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ViewFinder&lt;/span&gt; with the reels of Toy Story 3 and Monsters Inc. pictures. While he had no idea what it was when he opened it, this toy has become one of his favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQNIPAtiI/AAAAAAAADDw/CaBMHFCJtQo/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355894839391778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQNIPAtiI/AAAAAAAADDw/CaBMHFCJtQo/s320/More%2BDecember%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton also got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alphie&lt;/span&gt;. (How about these blasts from the past? These were toys that our generation played with!) Peyton absolutely loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alphie&lt;/span&gt; and plays with him almost every morning while he waits for Kyle to finish getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQM8a5eUI/AAAAAAAADDo/1Dj3I29-hbU/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355891668023618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQM8a5eUI/AAAAAAAADDo/1Dj3I29-hbU/s320/More%2BDecember%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter finally got a turn to open some gifts. He did a good job of ripping the paper, mostly so that he could get it to his mouth to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPykNuO-I/AAAAAAAADDg/6qSn8-xbGlM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355438493711330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPykNuO-I/AAAAAAAADDg/6qSn8-xbGlM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But then it was Peyton's turn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPyOfOjfI/AAAAAAAADDY/ovZzgmdvUvg/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355432661552626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPyOfOjfI/AAAAAAAADDY/ovZzgmdvUvg/s320/More%2BDecember%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton got his very first pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollerskates&lt;/span&gt;. Look how excited he is. In fact, if anyone asked him what Santa brought him, he would always answer, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rollerskates&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxx14IAI/AAAAAAAADDQ/xNIXwynxVlY/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355424971923458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxx14IAI/AAAAAAAADDQ/xNIXwynxVlY/s320/More%2BDecember%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxsGuDWI/AAAAAAAADDI/xb85bc_NKt8/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355423431953762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxsGuDWI/AAAAAAAADDI/xb85bc_NKt8/s320/More%2BDecember%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton continued to open gift after gift after gift... He got lots of board games, some books, puzzles, a few movies, and some trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxB_XJVI/AAAAAAAADDA/6yxtM987Lwk/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355412126803282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPxB_XJVI/AAAAAAAADDA/6yxtM987Lwk/s320/More%2BDecember%2B084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter opened some more presents too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPZ_7lInI/AAAAAAAADC4/hEaQMffZSpg/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355016437080690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPZ_7lInI/AAAAAAAADC4/hEaQMffZSpg/s320/More%2BDecember%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPZDvbhaI/AAAAAAAADCw/_M9XRLm5ZKs/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564355000279991714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPZDvbhaI/AAAAAAAADCw/_M9XRLm5ZKs/s320/More%2BDecember%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This was the scene after all of the presents had been opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPY4qA98I/AAAAAAAADCo/XORJcb8JE_4/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354997304489922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPY4qA98I/AAAAAAAADCo/XORJcb8JE_4/s320/More%2BDecember%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And here are Hunter's toys after Mommy organized them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPYXsVQZI/AAAAAAAADCg/6UnAcDpDzqw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354988455838098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPYXsVQZI/AAAAAAAADCg/6UnAcDpDzqw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; These are Peyton's new toys from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPX9kwDjI/AAAAAAAADCY/8QvcIPirrMk/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564354981444718130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiPX9kwDjI/AAAAAAAADCY/8QvcIPirrMk/s320/More%2BDecember%2B112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Santa was very kind to Peyton and Hunter. They must have been very good boys last year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took over 300 pictures during our multi-day Christmas extravaganza, so I'm breaking the holiday up into multiple posts so that there is no picture overload.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-1293948672075208308?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/1293948672075208308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=1293948672075208308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1293948672075208308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/1293948672075208308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-part-1.html' title='Christmas, Part 1'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTiQOWh4ghI/AAAAAAAADEI/Po9BEJ4GCy4/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-3264143123211152971</id><published>2011-01-14T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:18:18.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Each year on Christmas Eve, my dad's side of the family goes out to dinner together. We go to Little Italy, and this year we ate at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chiapparelli's&lt;/span&gt;. Dinner was fantastic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; gives Peyton some type of gingerbread man every Christmas Eve. This year, he got this gingerbread man decoration that we can hang on the wall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6bnZlI1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/wKLz3_fusAA/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080154653893458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6bnZlI1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/wKLz3_fusAA/s320/More%2BDecember%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kim and Bo got Peyton and Hunter these cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rudolphs&lt;/span&gt;. They have a blanket and a book with Rudolph's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6T_Lh9hI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/QnWg9K2tNtI/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080023598462482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6T_Lh9hI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/QnWg9K2tNtI/s320/More%2BDecember%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter liked his Rudolph. Mostly, he enjoyed chewing on its ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6T-RwemI/AAAAAAAAC_I/0dcgv_MwOh0/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080023356144226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6T-RwemI/AAAAAAAAC_I/0dcgv_MwOh0/s320/More%2BDecember%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop gave Peyton a train ornament with his name and 2010 written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6Tk7OU9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/QVvrXceLxqw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080016550745042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6Tk7OU9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/QVvrXceLxqw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They gave Hunter a Baby's 1st Christmas ornament. Of course, Hunter just wanted to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6TeH_UzI/AAAAAAAAC-4/kzAUeZSHgFM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080014725239602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6TeH_UzI/AAAAAAAAC-4/kzAUeZSHgFM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; When we got home from dinner, Peyton got everything ready for Santa's visit. He chose to leave Santa some chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6TEKghzI/AAAAAAAAC-w/AeqcLSdE81c/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080007756482354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6TEKghzI/AAAAAAAAC-w/AeqcLSdE81c/s320/More%2BDecember%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He put them on Santa's special plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5w9UtD0I/AAAAAAAAC-o/YPi4MgmugIw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079421804646210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5w9UtD0I/AAAAAAAAC-o/YPi4MgmugIw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I poured the milk into Santa's cup and we left a carrot out for the reindeer to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5wdE5UaI/AAAAAAAAC-g/K7p6fskCFsw/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079413148406178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5wdE5UaI/AAAAAAAAC-g/K7p6fskCFsw/s320/More%2BDecember%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next, Peyton helped me write a letter to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5wOyk-iI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ULhxVMVxk2M/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079409313479202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5wOyk-iI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ULhxVMVxk2M/s320/More%2BDecember%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, everything was ready for Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5v-Y-j8I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HzmrixagqWQ/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079404911136706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5v-Y-j8I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/HzmrixagqWQ/s320/More%2BDecember%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It was way past Hunter's bedtime and it was creeping up on Peyton's bedtime, so we went upstairs to read &lt;em&gt;The Night Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt;. My dad read this to Jeremy and I every Christmas Eve, and it is a tradition that I wanted to carry on with my kids. We've done it each year since Peyton has been born. I think Hunter enjoyed hearing the poem for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5vmaAKCI/AAAAAAAAC-I/w5ZtDw5yVkk/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079398472984610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB5vmaAKCI/AAAAAAAAC-I/w5ZtDw5yVkk/s320/More%2BDecember%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the story was finished, we put the boys to bed so that Santa could come... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren't my boys just adorable in their matching Christmas pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTCBb_IHGFI/AAAAAAAADAo/U7Ial-gjXcI/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562087857604466770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTCBb_IHGFI/AAAAAAAADAo/U7Ial-gjXcI/s320/More%2BDecember%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Duh, of course they are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-3264143123211152971?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/3264143123211152971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=3264143123211152971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3264143123211152971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/3264143123211152971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB6bnZlI1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/wKLz3_fusAA/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8263472347817063412</id><published>2011-01-14T11:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:47:24.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When Peyton was a baby, his teacher at daycare was Miss Heather. He absolutely loved her then, and he still loves her now. Miss Heather is Hunter's teacher right now too. She got the boys some Christmas gifts. Peyton got a Toy Story 3 book called &lt;em&gt;Best Friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7ziwsCcI/AAAAAAAADAg/uXlKv3S6jCM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081665237125570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7ziwsCcI/AAAAAAAADAg/uXlKv3S6jCM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He loves books and couldn't wait to look through it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7zTAjpaI/AAAAAAAADAY/artAdlUQP88/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081661008717218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7zTAjpaI/AAAAAAAADAY/artAdlUQP88/s320/More%2BDecember%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton also got a book about John Deere tractors. He likes this book because he enjoys looking at all of the different types of farm equipment pictured in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7zCTcUYI/AAAAAAAADAQ/BWM0bX5ukr4/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081656524525954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7zCTcUYI/AAAAAAAADAQ/BWM0bX5ukr4/s320/More%2BDecember%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, he got some bath paints, dinosaur eggs that hatch when you put them in water, some little stamps, and two card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7y01bR6I/AAAAAAAADAI/p9viQkDPwn0/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081652908967842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7y01bR6I/AAAAAAAADAI/p9viQkDPwn0/s320/More%2BDecember%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter was ready to dig into his gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7TTdUw_I/AAAAAAAADAA/lIKykqwa254/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081111373562866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7TTdUw_I/AAAAAAAADAA/lIKykqwa254/s320/More%2BDecember%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; toy, which must taste good because Hunter surely put it right into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7TNQ5qzI/AAAAAAAAC_4/UVcGQRmLYPc/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081109710842674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7TNQ5qzI/AAAAAAAAC_4/UVcGQRmLYPc/s320/More%2BDecember%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He also got a Winnie the Pooh book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7SzI0MYI/AAAAAAAAC_w/tukYsXnPlOM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081102697607554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7SzI0MYI/AAAAAAAAC_w/tukYsXnPlOM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got a Baby's 1st Christmas bib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7ScYzfMI/AAAAAAAAC_o/YgUVsR6MtMM/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081096590654658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7ScYzfMI/AAAAAAAAC_o/YgUVsR6MtMM/s320/More%2BDecember%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And finally, Hunter got a really fun book. Miss Heather put his picture in it, so that on each page his face is the face of the character featured (a reindeer, an elf, a snowman...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7SLAkpOI/AAAAAAAAC_g/5FuoyZLkahA/s1600/More%2BDecember%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081091925615842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7SLAkpOI/AAAAAAAAC_g/5FuoyZLkahA/s320/More%2BDecember%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The boys really liked their first Christmas gifts of the season.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8263472347817063412?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8263472347817063412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8263472347817063412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8263472347817063412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8263472347817063412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-christmas-gifts.html' title='First Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TTB7ziwsCcI/AAAAAAAADAg/uXlKv3S6jCM/s72-c/More%2BDecember%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8382207454084323298</id><published>2010-12-21T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:29:55.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We took the boys to see Santa last Saturday. The mall was packed with people doing their Christmas shopping. Luckily, the line to see Santa was relatively short this year and we didn't have to wait too long for it to be Peyton and Hunter's turn to sit on his lap. Peyton understands a lot more about Christmas this year. He knows that he needs to be good and that Santa will bring him presents. He was pretty excited to get to visit Santa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We dressed the boys in their cute Christmas shirts that Kim gave them. Peyton's says "Santa's Little Helper" and Hunter's says "Baby's 1st Christmas." Hunter's also came with the cutest little reindeer hat. Here's the picture of the boys with Santa, which everyone has already seen because it was on our Christmas card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDwaEiljNI/AAAAAAAAC98/2I2GOCP2oeM/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553202671233895634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDwaEiljNI/AAAAAAAAC98/2I2GOCP2oeM/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton chatted with Santa like they were old pals. When Santa asked Peyton what he wants for Christmas, Peyton simply said, "Toys." It was pretty cute. Santa also told Peyton that he needs to be good and listen to Mommy and Daddy. Hunter was laid back and didn't mind Santa holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8382207454084323298?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8382207454084323298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8382207454084323298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8382207454084323298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8382207454084323298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDwaEiljNI/AAAAAAAAC98/2I2GOCP2oeM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5540673044114815997</id><published>2010-12-21T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:21:35.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiation and Chemotherapy Finished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; completed my radiation treatments and my oral chemotherapy regimen. I took my last chemo pill Sunday night. My last radiation treatment was Monday, December 20. I don't think that I've been counting down to any day so anxiously in a long time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the girls at the radiation office some of my homemade Christmas cookies as a thank you for the wonderful care that they gave me. Everyone there (the radiation therapists, my nurse, and my doctor) were all so kind and caring. I felt that they really got to know me and I got to know them too. Each morning as I was getting ready for my treatment we'd chat about various things, but mostly the important things like our kids and Christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After my last treatment, I got to take my mask home with me. How exciting!? As I was leaving the office, each and every person that was a part of my treatment team stopped what they were doing to wish me well and give me a hug. Two of the girls even chased me down to stop me so that they could say goodbye. Everyone told me that they would continue to think about me and pray that I would stay healthy. While everyone was so friendly, I hope that I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; have to see those people again! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Monday evening, Kyle, Peyton, Hunter, my parents, Jeremy, and I went out to dinner to celebrate the end of my treatment. It was an entertaining evening, as Hunter peed on my mom when she changed his diaper, then Hunter spit up on her after she fed him his bottle, and my brother knocked over an entire soda onto my dad's lap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want everyone to know how much their support has meant to me during this ordeal. And now that it is over, bring on Christmas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5540673044114815997?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5540673044114815997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5540673044114815997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5540673044114815997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5540673044114815997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/radiation-and-chemotherapy-finished.html' title='Radiation and Chemotherapy Finished!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7269412878257204382</id><published>2010-12-21T12:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:03:47.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We decorated for Christmas about two weeks ago. We decided to let Peyton help us with the decorations this year. Previously, we had always decorated in the evening after he was asleep. However this year, we figured he was old enough to help us out. While Kyle put together our fabulously fake Christmas tree, Peyton and I got out some of the other decorations. We hung the stockings on the fireplace mantle. Grandmom made Hunter's stocking. She also made Peyton's back when he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDojqeu7YI/AAAAAAAAC90/owAqhLjHkOs/s1600/December%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553194039944080770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDojqeu7YI/AAAAAAAAC90/owAqhLjHkOs/s320/December%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next, we got out Mr. and Mrs. Snowman. Here's Peyton with Mrs. Snowman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDojWB4KaI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ALRZSYw8XbA/s1600/December%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553194034454342050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDojWB4KaI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ALRZSYw8XbA/s320/December%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Once the tree was put together, we worked on decorating it. Peyton started out by putting the angel on top of the tree. This took many attempts, but he and Kyle finally got it positioned correctly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoVGZkllI/AAAAAAAAC9k/cmH7wnK34D0/s1600/December%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193789740586578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoVGZkllI/AAAAAAAAC9k/cmH7wnK34D0/s320/December%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next Peyton put the candy canes on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoU83vYQI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SRgxO2a9G4E/s1600/December%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193787182768386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoU83vYQI/AAAAAAAAC9c/SRgxO2a9G4E/s320/December%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, it was time to hang the ornaments. Peyton mostly put the non-breakable ones on the tree. Kyle and I took care of the more delicate ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUaopz4I/AAAAAAAAC9U/SzwaMhBsfBA/s1600/December%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193777992683394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUaopz4I/AAAAAAAAC9U/SzwaMhBsfBA/s320/December%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter even got to hang his special Baby's 1st Christmas ornament on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUE5wQcI/AAAAAAAAC9M/kZyGKgn8GhA/s1600/December%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193772158828994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUE5wQcI/AAAAAAAAC9M/kZyGKgn8GhA/s320/December%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is our decorated Christmas tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUMZ2TDI/AAAAAAAAC9E/xu90dWPGrbg/s1600/December%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193774172490802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDoUMZ2TDI/AAAAAAAAC9E/xu90dWPGrbg/s320/December%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though Peyton helped us with the decorations this year, as soon as he came downstairs the next morning, he ran right over to the tree. He yelled, "Oooh pretty!" It was hilariously cute, because it was as if he was seeing the tree for the first time. He then had to walk around the house and check out all of the other decorations that we put up after he was asleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7269412878257204382?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7269412878257204382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7269412878257204382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7269412878257204382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7269412878257204382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/decorating-for-christmas.html' title='Decorating for Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDojqeu7YI/AAAAAAAAC90/owAqhLjHkOs/s72-c/December%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2349239211385194276</id><published>2010-12-21T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:03:00.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One of Peyton's favorite things about December is getting to eat the chocolate from his Advent calendar each night after dinner. These pictures are from December 1, so it was the first day of candy for the month. Can you sense the excitement?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are Peyton and I finding the number 1 candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjltnfOdI/AAAAAAAAC88/2r0isrfiw4A/s1600/December%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553188577587706322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjltnfOdI/AAAAAAAAC88/2r0isrfiw4A/s320/December%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton opened the door and removed the candy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjlBFSWaI/AAAAAAAAC80/i5IG7oNlS1I/s1600/December%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553188565633096098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjlBFSWaI/AAAAAAAAC80/i5IG7oNlS1I/s320/December%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I think he liked it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjkwi00qI/AAAAAAAAC8s/vj7WdFcVSuI/s1600/December%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553188561193587362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjkwi00qI/AAAAAAAAC8s/vj7WdFcVSuI/s320/December%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2349239211385194276?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2349239211385194276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2349239211385194276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2349239211385194276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2349239211385194276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-peytons-favorite-things-about.html' title='Advent Calendar'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TRDjltnfOdI/AAAAAAAAC88/2r0isrfiw4A/s72-c/December%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-6643534630935980248</id><published>2010-12-02T15:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:44:00.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Spoiled AKA Peyton, got even more birthday gifts a few days ago. He received a gift card to Toys R Us from Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moreau&lt;/span&gt;. I know he can't wait to go spend it at the store, but we will wait until after Christmas for a shopping spree. Here are the pictures of him opening his gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCi7twbCI/AAAAAAAAC8k/3ygR-x04mYQ/s1600/November%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185740275182626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCi7twbCI/AAAAAAAAC8k/3ygR-x04mYQ/s320/November%2B066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; His card sings the Hot Dog song from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, so it was a big hit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCishRR1I/AAAAAAAAC8c/NhA5kAhdGA0/s1600/November%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185736196278098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCishRR1I/AAAAAAAAC8c/NhA5kAhdGA0/s320/November%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Thanks Grandma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCiXswcOI/AAAAAAAAC8U/2mMK-scqqK8/s1600/November%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185730607313122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCiXswcOI/AAAAAAAAC8U/2mMK-scqqK8/s320/November%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2137301773452873421-6643534630935980248?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/6643534630935980248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=6643534630935980248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/6643534630935980248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/6643534630935980248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-birthday-gifts.html' title='More Birthday Gifts'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPgCi7twbCI/AAAAAAAAC8k/3ygR-x04mYQ/s72-c/November%2B066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4671175190591852888</id><published>2010-12-02T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:45:41.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to lie - this was not the best Thanksgiving that I've ever had. I was having quite the bad week emotionally. I was pretty bummed out the whole week, but Thanksgiving was especially bad for some reason. I know that I have a ton to be thankful for this year (and every year) but I just couldn't really get into a good mood. There was lots of crying and some yelling by me. I would like to officially apologize to everyone for being a crazy person on Thursday and I'd like to thank everyone for putting up with me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, it was Hunter's very first Thanksgiving, so that was exciting. I got up with the boys on Thanksgiving, while Kyle enjoyed a sleep-in day. The three of us played for a while, and then we all sat down to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade together. Peyton especially liked the big Mickey Mouse balloon, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; balloon, the Sesame Street float, and the Dora float. He sat pretty still throughout the parade and was super excited to see Santa Clause at the end of the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton ate a light, early lunch and then we tried to put him down for a little nap before heading to Nadean's house for dinner. He stayed in his room for about 15 minutes and then decided he was finished sleeping, even though he never even quieted down while he was in his room. We fought with him for a while and he finally ended up falling asleep for about a half-hour. He was grumpy when I woke him up to get ready for dinner since he was tired, but he was also super excited for the huge dinner that was awaiting him. He eventually calmed down and cheered up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's Hunter is his special Thanksgiving outfit. It had turkeys and pumpkins on it and says "I'm Stuffed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6MS0nOlI/AAAAAAAAC8M/jJZqkfLdhwI/s1600/November%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176555247942226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6MS0nOlI/AAAAAAAAC8M/jJZqkfLdhwI/s320/November%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My two cuties. We really need a new pose for the two of them, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6FBh-xHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/qUBAVt2p_d4/s1600/November%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176430347306098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6FBh-xHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/qUBAVt2p_d4/s320/November%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dinner was at Nadean's at 3:00. Prior to dinner, Peyton entertained us all by playing (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, banging on) the piano. Everyone was there for dinner. Even Jeremy and Jill made it in time to eat with us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6E1m-zsI/AAAAAAAAC78/pBGtlkpR-ac/s1600/November%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176427147054786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6E1m-zsI/AAAAAAAAC78/pBGtlkpR-ac/s320/November%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dinner was delicious. I think we all enjoyed everything, including the turkey, dressing, cracker corn, bread and butter, cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes. Peyton ate pretty well. He'd been looking forward to that meal all month. He chose a variety of foods, even things that he'd never tried before. He surprised me by liking the cranberry sauce. He also ate tons of sausage, which seems to be one of his favorite foods lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we did our drawing of names for the Christmas gift exchange. Then Kim, Bo, and Dougie gave Peyton and Hunter their Halloween gifts. Peyton got some treats like cheese curls, cookies, and candy, as well as a Halloween coloring/sticker book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176420991908642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6EereuyI/AAAAAAAAC70/ToUEWDWSd58/s320/November%2B058.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6D7X8VMI/AAAAAAAAC7s/C4iS86nnOvo/s1600/November%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176411514721474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6D7X8VMI/AAAAAAAAC7s/C4iS86nnOvo/s320/November%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I didn't get any pictures of Hunter's gifts, but he got a new rattle and a hat and glove set. Thanks for the gifts! Aunt Bev also hooked Peyton and Hunter up with their Advent calendars. I know Peyton is excited for December to get here so that he can start to eat his chocolates each day to count down to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left dinner early to head down to Kate and Dave's house for dessert. They hosted dinner at their house for themselves, and Dave's brother, his family, and his parents. Kate made three pies, including a pumpkin, coconut cream, and apple crunch. I made a double chocolate cheesecake. Peyton chose to eat the apple crunch pie, which tasted really good. Peyton had a good time playing with Noah and Kate and Dave's nephews, who are 4 and 2 years old. Hunter was up way past his bedtime and was super tired, but thankfully wasn't fussy. We changed him into his pajamas and he did eventually fall asleep. Peyton was also pretty tired from not taking a good nap, and he fell asleep on the way home from Virginia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll end with this picture of our family on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6DTM-NhI/AAAAAAAAC7k/KRSdHXjYSgQ/s1600/November%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546176400731289106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6DTM-NhI/AAAAAAAAC7k/KRSdHXjYSgQ/s320/November%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4671175190591852888?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4671175190591852888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4671175190591852888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4671175190591852888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4671175190591852888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf6MS0nOlI/AAAAAAAAC8M/jJZqkfLdhwI/s72-c/November%2B053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7518234210712998819</id><published>2010-12-02T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:54:01.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Firsts for Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hunter has been a busy boy since he's turned 4 months. We've started putting him in the high chair some nights while we eat dinner. It is nice to not have to hold him all of the time while we try to eat. This was his first night in the high chair. He and Mr. Bee didn't quite get along. Hunter wanted that bee in his mouth, but couldn't reach it, so he decided to just stare it down instead. So cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3OssqBMI/AAAAAAAAC7U/EWzpcdbpkKs/s1600/November%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546173298018747586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3OssqBMI/AAAAAAAAC7U/EWzpcdbpkKs/s320/November%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3_WYY1jI/AAAAAAAAC7c/3eWiLFnR-jw/s1600/November%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546174133841745458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3_WYY1jI/AAAAAAAAC7c/3eWiLFnR-jw/s320/November%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter also gets to play in this bouncy toy now. This was the first time that we put him in the jumper. He wasn't too impressed with it the first time, but he seems to like it more each time we put him in there as he's learning what he can play with on the toy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3NYbYLPI/AAAAAAAAC7E/yrvw2baP-bo/s1600/November%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546173275397696754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3NYbYLPI/AAAAAAAAC7E/yrvw2baP-bo/s320/November%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3M5anRpI/AAAAAAAAC68/DC88hR5awoM/s1600/November%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546173267072992914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3M5anRpI/AAAAAAAAC68/DC88hR5awoM/s320/November%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally, we tried to give Hunter some rice cereal. He just spit it out though, so we're going to hold off on it for a few more weeks, and then we'll try again. But here was his first taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3MUVvhDI/AAAAAAAAC60/qjjLgfH5tmQ/s1600/November%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546173257120449586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3MUVvhDI/AAAAAAAAC60/qjjLgfH5tmQ/s320/November%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7518234210712998819?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7518234210712998819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7518234210712998819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7518234210712998819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7518234210712998819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-firsts-for-hunter.html' title='More Firsts for Hunter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf3OssqBMI/AAAAAAAAC7U/EWzpcdbpkKs/s72-c/November%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-7929508795548014440</id><published>2010-12-02T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:41:31.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Halloween Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My kids are quite spoiled by everyone in my family. They got some Halloween gifts from Aunt Bev and Nadean, Vester, and Austin. Since everyone has been a little busy lately, the boys just got the gifts a few weeks ago. First, Hunter opened his gifts from Aunt Bev. He got some yummy baby food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0c7Xb4DI/AAAAAAAAC6s/mRMeAh4DC3s/s1600/November%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546170243939557426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0c7Xb4DI/AAAAAAAAC6s/mRMeAh4DC3s/s320/November%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He also got some money, which I think was his favorite part, since he wouldn't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0b97knxI/AAAAAAAAC6c/OI6phaY3qiw/s1600/November%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546170227448127250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0b97knxI/AAAAAAAAC6c/OI6phaY3qiw/s320/November%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next, Hunter opened his gift from Nadean, Vester, and Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0bjyo6bI/AAAAAAAAC6U/h1ImcjaTBi4/s1600/November%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546170220431337906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0bjyo6bI/AAAAAAAAC6U/h1ImcjaTBi4/s320/November%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He got a cloth book that makes a crinkly noise and has teethers on it. It has become his favorite thing to chew on and play with lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0FFzy9FI/AAAAAAAAC6M/omgsa6Hqrzs/s1600/November%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169834426004562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0FFzy9FI/AAAAAAAAC6M/omgsa6Hqrzs/s320/November%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton chose to open his gift from Nadean, Vester, and Austin first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0EucPsUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/eaUrnMaPReI/s1600/November%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169828153209154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0EucPsUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/eaUrnMaPReI/s320/November%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He got a really cute Halloween pillow and blanket set, some delicious cookies, and a Halloween coloring/sticker book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0ERpLYBI/AAAAAAAAC58/Z372i17wAc8/s1600/November%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169820422823954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0ERpLYBI/AAAAAAAAC58/Z372i17wAc8/s320/November%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, Peyton opened his gift from Aunt Bev. He got some special treats and also some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0ECmS6AI/AAAAAAAAC50/mnAWaJER8ak/s1600/November%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169816384202754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0ECmS6AI/AAAAAAAAC50/mnAWaJER8ak/s320/November%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0DvOIlRI/AAAAAAAAC5s/6hw5Pf_3EcM/s1600/November%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169811182589202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0DvOIlRI/AAAAAAAAC5s/6hw5Pf_3EcM/s320/November%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peyton and Hunter say thanks for the gifts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-7929508795548014440?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/7929508795548014440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=7929508795548014440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7929508795548014440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/7929508795548014440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-halloween-gifts.html' title='More Halloween Gifts'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TPf0c7Xb4DI/AAAAAAAAC6s/mRMeAh4DC3s/s72-c/November%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-2893925585125242862</id><published>2010-12-02T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:25:26.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>60% Finished with Radiation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I did my 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 30 radiation treatments, which means that I'm 60% finished. I'm still doing pretty well physically with the side effects. Some days I'm pretty tired, but most days I still have most of my energy, which I'm thankful for. My only other new side effect is that the skin on my forehead has been hurting. It looks normal, but I basically feel like I have a bad sunburn. My doctor gave me some special lotion to put on my face to combat this 'radiation burn.' It occurs because the radiation is killing my skin cells faster than they can regenerate themselves, so my face feels raw. Hopefully the lotion will help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other good news, the doctor decided to wean me off of the steroid medication. This is the one that has been making me gain tons of weight and feel super hot all of the time. She said that the weight should start to go away when I stop taking the steroids. That is really welcomed news. And I will love to not be sweating all of the time too. As long as my headaches don't come back and I don't get blurry vision or dizziness, I should be able to stay off of this medication.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week my hair took a turn for the worse. It is crazy how much of it falls out now every time I brush is and wash it. There is a ton of hair on my pillow every morning and each time I take my bandanna off, it is also covered in hair. I'm pretty much completely bald now on the front half of my head, where the radiation is being concentrated. My "ponytail" is also so so so thin. I know that my hair will grow back, but it is just so depressing to lose it like this. I was pretty bummed out all of last week. The depression sort of comes and goes. I am feeling much better this week though. I'm trying my best to stay happy, but sometimes it's tough. I'm definitely counting down until my last treatment. I think we're all ready for this to be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just wanted to mention how wonderful Kyle has been through all of this. He is such a great husband and father and I haven't given him any credit for all that's he's been doing to help me out. I love you Kyle and really appreciate all you've done for Peyton, Hunter, and me lately! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-2893925585125242862?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/2893925585125242862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=2893925585125242862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2893925585125242862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/2893925585125242862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/12/60-finished-with-radiation.html' title='60% Finished with Radiation'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-4930689966939643613</id><published>2010-11-19T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:06:53.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiation - 1/3 Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I finished my 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; radiation treatment out of 30. That means that I'm 1/3 of the way done with the treatments! This week was quite uneventful, which I think is a good thing. I mostly just have the same side effects that I was feeling last week. The most obvious side effect is that I'm pretty tired by the end of the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, I'm on one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medication&lt;/span&gt; that is a steroid to keep the swelling in my brain down. This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medication&lt;/span&gt; is causing me to gain massive amounts of weight, which is showing up a lot in my face. I just feel so fat, but I know that I'll be able to lose the weight later on. It just makes that mask that they use to bolt me to the table during my treatments super tight and even more uncomfortable. That same medication also makes me really hot, so I'm always sweating and it is sometimes difficult to sleep because I'm so hot. This is a huge difference for me because I'm usually a cold person. I don't even wear a jacket when I go outside, even when temperatures are in the low 40s in the morning. It feels so good outside in the cool temperatures! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last side effect is that my hair is definitely falling out more. There are bald-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; patches all over my head, mostly near the tumor site where they are shooting the radiation. It's going to get worse before it gets better and until it starts to grow back I'll just keep rocking my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt;! I'm trying not to get too down about losing my hair, but it is depressing. Oh well, it's just hair and it will be back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The radiation office is closed on Thanksgiving and the day after, so I'm going in for an extra session on Sunday to make up for one of those days. That means I only get tomorrow off, but at least next week I get a 4 day weekend from treatments! I'm just hoping to still be feeling well so that Thanksgiving will be "normal" for all of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-4930689966939643613?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/4930689966939643613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=4930689966939643613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4930689966939643613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/4930689966939643613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/11/radiation-13-finished.html' title='Radiation - 1/3 Finished'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8194884993365710413</id><published>2010-11-19T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:51:00.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check-ups and Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hunter turned 4 months old on November 11. I can not even believe that four months have passed already since he was born. As of now, Hunter can roll over from his tummy to his back and from his back to his tummy. He holds his head up very well and can keep it steady for long periods of time. He can put his weight on his legs when we hold him up. And he wants to sit up, but is still too wobbly, even though his abs are really strong. Hunter can hold toys now and is able to transfer them from one hand to the other. He mostly just likes to chew on the toys, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is also a tooth growing machine! He got his first tooth (the bottom right center one) right around when he turned 3 months old and the second tooth (the bottom left center one) on November 1. I was trying to capture his teeth in this picture, but Hunter wouldn't cooperate by maintaining his big smile long enough for me to snap a good picture. It's a cute picture anyway though and I'll keep trying to take a picture of those teeth. (I love his big eyes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg2fhtmvI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Udd5m2yRPOQ/s1600/November%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539885874678700786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg2fhtmvI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Udd5m2yRPOQ/s320/November%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Here are two more pictures of Hunter playing on his activity mat. He loves this toy. It makes him squeal with delight every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg2B_WH2I/AAAAAAAAC5c/YY8Uo0cbqdA/s1600/October%2B222.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539885866749927266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg2B_WH2I/AAAAAAAAC5c/YY8Uo0cbqdA/s320/October%2B222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg12CU6aI/AAAAAAAAC5U/skNPTinCKWA/s1600/October%2B221.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539885863541205410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg12CU6aI/AAAAAAAAC5U/skNPTinCKWA/s320/October%2B221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I took Hunter to his 4-month check-up at the doctor last Friday. He is doing well and is on track with all of his developmental milestones. He's 24.5 inches long (50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and his head circumference is 16 inches (25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile). He weighs 12 pounds 12 ounces, which is the 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile. His didn't gain very much weight between his 2 month and 4 month check-ups. In this time, Hunter was diagnosed with eczema. In order to help with his skin issues, the pediatrician switched his formula to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Similac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alimentum&lt;/span&gt;, which is the expensive/gross one that Peyton was on too. Unfortunately, the formula didn't help his skin at all, made him spit up way more than he ever did before, and caused him to be incredibly gassy. The doctor decided to switch Hunter back to the regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Similac&lt;/span&gt; formula, so hopefully he'll catch back up with his weight soon, since he was really having no other problems with that original formula. However, since the prescription that the pediatrician gave us to help the eczema wasn't working either, Hunter has to see a special pediatric dermatologist. We'll be going to that doctor early in December, so hopefully he'll be able to help Hunter out. We're also going to get some blood work done on Hunter to see if he might be allergic to any foods in the future. Having eczema predisposes kids to allergies and breathing problems. (All of which Peyton has too...) Hunter also got a few vaccines, which made him pretty grumpy and tired for the rest of the day. But otherwise, Hunter is a healthy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to schedule both boys' check-ups at the same time, since Peyton's annual check-up was scheduled to fall right around Hunter's 4 month check-up. This was the first time that I ever took both boys to the doctor together. Luckily Peyton did a really good job of being good and patient while the doctor checked out Hunter first. He sat up on the table and the doctor let Peyton watch closely and "play" with her instruments. He has a doctor kit at home, which is one of his favorite toys, so he knew what everything was for already. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton is also doing very well. He is 36.5 inches tall (25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and weighs a whopping 27 pounds 6 ounces (10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile). The doctor is not concerned with Peyton's weight because he has always been on the small side and once I assured her that he eats very well (and A LOT!), she said she's sure that he is just going to be on the small side. He is on track with all of his physical skills too, like being able to stand on one foot and being able to jump around. Besides having to continue with his daily breathing treatments, Peyton is healthy too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton is very advanced developmentally when it comes to his vocabulary, knowledge of numbers, letters, colors, how to spell his name, knowing his address, etc. The doctor had Peyton draw a circle, square, and plus sign. This is where Peyton needs to do some work. We'll be working on his writing a little more at home. While the doctor said that his drawing/writing skills are on par with a 3-year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; skill set, they are a little behind compared to his other academic skills, so she said if there is something that we wanted to work on, it would be that. The doctor has always been impressed with Peyton's brains. I'm so proud of him! Here's a cute picture of my big boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg1hPsSJI/AAAAAAAAC5M/UPl5q-WSOBs/s1600/October%2B183.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539885857960118418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg1hPsSJI/AAAAAAAAC5M/UPl5q-WSOBs/s320/October%2B183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll end this long post with one more funny picture. I guess that Hunter was less than enthused with dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg1PCkSEI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Wi5KahZt7S8/s1600/October%2B182.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539885853073229890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg1PCkSEI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Wi5KahZt7S8/s320/October%2B182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-8194884993365710413?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/8194884993365710413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=8194884993365710413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8194884993365710413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/8194884993365710413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/11/check-ups-and-milestones.html' title='Check-ups and Milestones'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TOGg2fhtmvI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Udd5m2yRPOQ/s72-c/November%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5558398033119555080</id><published>2010-11-15T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:55:23.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiation Week 1 Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I have mentioned before, my tumor treatment plan involves combining radiation treatments on my brain and an oral chemotherapy pill regimen to kill the remaining tumor that the neurosurgeon could not remove. I started my radiation treatments and chemo pills on Monday, November 8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each day of radiation is exactly the same. I drive up to the radiation doctor's office which is located on the Franklin Square campus. As a radiation patient, I get the express treatment at the doctor's office, and get to go right back to the treatment area when I arrive. This doctor is very good at being on time with the appointments. I enter the radiation room and get up on the table. The machine that delivers the radiation is just like an x-ray machine and it is completely computer-driven. Once I lay down, the technicians strap me to the table with the mask that was made for me a few weeks ago. This is the only uncomfortable part of the treatment. I can not move because the mask is very tight on my face. However, it is necessary to keep me in the same exact position each day so that the radiation hits the proper parts of my brain and doesn't kill anymore of the "good" brain than is absolutely necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The technicians then leave the room. Two x-rays are taken of my brain each day to make sure that I am in the correct position on the table. The doctor checks the x-rays and then the radiation starts. I am hit with radiation from five different angles each day. This ensures that the maximum surface area of the tumor is hit, yet minimal good brain is damaged. I don't feel anything while the radiation runs. The machine beeps and there is a light that pulses so I can tell when the radiation is being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emitted&lt;/span&gt;, but there is no pain at all. The entire treatment lasts about 10 minutes. The technicians come back into the room, unstrap the mask, and I am free to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far, I've done 6 radiation treatments. That means that I'm 20% finished! My last day of treatment is scheduled for December 21. Last week the only side effect that I experienced was an incredibly itchy rash all over my whole body. I see the radiation doctor each Thursday. I explained my problem to her and she immediately consulted with my oncologist about the rash. They determined that I was probably allergic to another of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medications&lt;/span&gt; (an antibiotic), so they took me off of that medicine for now. The rash has thankfully cleared up and I am no longer itchy, so I think they were right about the diagnosis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been taking the oral chemotherapy pills each day since I started the radiation. I take this pill at night, as suggested, to minimize any nausea side effects. I haven't had any other side effects yet (knock on wood) besides being tired. The doctors said it will take about 2 weeks for the side effects to really kick in, so I might start feeling worse later this week or early next week. We just have to wait and see when and what is going to happen as each person is different and experiences different things. I'm just trying to stay optimistic. And I'm looking forward to Christmas because this will over be over by then!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5558398033119555080?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5558398033119555080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5558398033119555080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5558398033119555080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5558398033119555080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/11/radiation-week-1-done.html' title='Radiation Week 1 Done'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-5952939375808799185</id><published>2010-11-03T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:02:01.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday was Halloween. We pretty much just hung out during the day like we always do. We planned to eat dinner at our normal time, and then head out trick-or-treating when it got dark outside. Peyton wanted to take some pictures with the pumpkins outside before we left to go trick-or-treating. I don't know why his tongue is sticking out, but it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnqvcXxLI/AAAAAAAAC4s/CAy7KvjI6mA/s1600/October+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389769746859186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnqvcXxLI/AAAAAAAAC4s/CAy7KvjI6mA/s320/October+240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I wanted to capture the pumpkin butt of Hunter's 1st Halloween outfit. Who doesn't love a cute baby butt?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnqPbGs7I/AAAAAAAAC4k/PKLbbYFwGh0/s1600/October+241.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389761151611826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnqPbGs7I/AAAAAAAAC4k/PKLbbYFwGh0/s320/October+241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyle and I got the boys a few little gifts for Halloween. Here is Peyton opening his. He got a marshmallow lollipop shaped like a spider.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnpZhki0I/AAAAAAAAC4c/KKU-s_gNB5E/s1600/October+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389746683218754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnpZhki0I/AAAAAAAAC4c/KKU-s_gNB5E/s320/October+243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And he got "The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Berenstein&lt;/span&gt; Bears Trick-or-Treat" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnocKuHrI/AAAAAAAAC4U/kgyXzZAzM3w/s1600/October+244.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389730212814514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnocKuHrI/AAAAAAAAC4U/kgyXzZAzM3w/s320/October+244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hunter got a marshmallow lollipop shaped like a pumpkin. He looks very excited about it, and I'm sure he'd love to eat it if he could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnn-3gkeI/AAAAAAAAC4M/G4ozx18sWKI/s1600/October+246.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389722347606498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnn-3gkeI/AAAAAAAAC4M/G4ozx18sWKI/s320/October+246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter would not let go of the lollipop, even as Kyle showed him his new book called "Who's There?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnEpRvJXI/AAAAAAAAC4E/mAakbkfrelM/s1600/October+247.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389115256612210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnEpRvJXI/AAAAAAAAC4E/mAakbkfrelM/s320/October+247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finally it was time to trick-or-treat. Peyton was ready to go all day. He couldn't wait until it was time to leave the house. We had been prepping him on what to do at each house, so he was definitely prepared for the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smiley football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnDgKyiTI/AAAAAAAAC38/AB8FPlph38c/s1600/October+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389095631685938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnDgKyiTI/AAAAAAAAC38/AB8FPlph38c/s320/October+248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And my super cute cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnDP4zSrI/AAAAAAAAC30/kT8XiU0ey2E/s1600/October+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389091261270706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnDP4zSrI/AAAAAAAAC30/kT8XiU0ey2E/s320/October+249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyle in his Lions jersey with our football (The Lions beat the Redskins earlier in the day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I hate the Redskins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnBY07pSI/AAAAAAAAC3s/AIDg6KzjDrQ/s1600/October+250.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389059301221666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnBY07pSI/AAAAAAAAC3s/AIDg6KzjDrQ/s320/October+250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Both of my boys ready to go trick-or-treating. The cuteness is overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnALKUFCI/AAAAAAAAC3k/R9JcPVkVn0w/s1600/October+251.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535389038452937762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnALKUFCI/AAAAAAAAC3k/R9JcPVkVn0w/s320/October+251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We all went out trick-or-treating together. We started on our street. Peyton did such a great job at each house. He would go up to the door, bang on it loudly, then yell "Trick-or-treat!" when the person would answer the door. He got lots of candy at each house because everyone thought he was so adorable. He said thank you to each person after receiving his candy too, without prompting. I was so proud of how polite he was. Hunter scored some candy too. Kyle took Hunter home after we finished our street because it was a little chilly and past his bedtime. Hunter looked like he was just about to fall asleep the whole time we were walking around, but he hung tough. Peyton and I walked around the rest of our neighborhood to hit the rest of the houses. Only about half of them seemed to have people at home handing out candy though. We stayed out for about an hour total, and then headed home. Peyton just wanted to eat his candy when we got home. He ran right in the door and dumped his loot out on the floor. Since it was only about an hour before bedtime, we only let Peyton have one piece of candy. He hasn't mentioned the candy anymore since that night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got a fair number of trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; at our house before and after we went out ourselves. Peyton was a big help handing out the candy to the kids. He liked to answer the door and he gave each kid exactly one piece of candy. It was pretty funny because that's just what I would have done had I been handing out the candy. He's definitely my kid. Luckily the trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; stopped coming by just as we put Hunter to bed, so he didn't wake up at all. I was worried the doorbell would disturb him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so thankful that I was able to enjoy Halloween this year with Peyton and Hunter. Halloween is one of our favorite holidays. Peyton had a blast trick-or-treating and both he and Hunter looked absolutely adorable in their costumes, so I'd say the day was a success! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2137301773452873421-5952939375808799185?l=jennmoreau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/feeds/5952939375808799185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2137301773452873421&amp;postID=5952939375808799185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5952939375808799185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2137301773452873421/posts/default/5952939375808799185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennmoreau.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000529480199417574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG2T1DKAmR4/Teq8yF5eWZI/AAAAAAAADog/V4jTPqoiCwI/s220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGnqvcXxLI/AAAAAAAAC4s/CAy7KvjI6mA/s72-c/October+240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2137301773452873421.post-8654393039092367086</id><published>2010-11-03T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:16:00.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween with Grandmom and Pop-Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday we had our first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Terps&lt;/span&gt; game to go to since the first weekend in October. Their away and bye schedule worked out really well with my surgery and recovery schedule, so I didn't have to miss any games. Since my dad and Jeremy (and Jill this week!) go to the games with Kyle and I, my mom always watches Peyton and Hunter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt; story: Kyle had to go to the store to buy some ice to put in the cooler to keep the drinks cold. He took Peyton with him. When they got into the car, Peyton randomly asked Kyle if he would take him to buy me some flowers. Kyle said that it was completely Peyton's idea and totally out of the blue. So Kyle did take Peyton to the store and he picked these special flowers out for me. So pretty and I felt so loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGiRlsoCZI/AAAAAAAAC3c/o-2L_96m-YQ/s1600/October+224.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383840075811218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGiRlsoCZI/AAAAAAAAC3c/o-2L_96m-YQ/s320/October+224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Anyway, we decided to put the boys into their Halloween costumes so that my parents, Jeremy, and Jill could see them in person. I knew I wouldn't feel like driving the kids around to see everyone on Halloween day. I wanted to save my energy for trick-or-treating with them in the evening. Here is me and my little football. Isn't Hunter so cute?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGiROCWCrI/AAAAAAAAC3U/PLQogugmc-8/s1600/October+226.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535383833724455602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2VxMVH7V6I/TNGiROCWCrI/AAAAAAAAC3U/PLQogugmc-8/s320/October+226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmom&lt;/span&gt; and Pop-Pop came armed wi
