tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35993554329395326642024-03-05T05:02:21.366-08:00Family PracticeChildren don't come with instruction books? How am I supposed to know what to do with two children? Here we go anyway!Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-82949724269177250052014-02-16T19:14:00.001-08:002014-02-16T19:14:00.497-08:00Big Britches<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQOJ_7k7ErwhberMvpWqAjVsR0hlLSadk0h5SUvOV9NvLy6x9IBZS2bIl9poqhZxkvG8Tkkzn-QW17AWUTNdG0leU3wiRMzS4YUPVBZBR6vKNUWyIPhsGe-mv0Q9YoUB4UGzrF-a-5PqO/s640/blogger-image-1081130631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQOJ_7k7ErwhberMvpWqAjVsR0hlLSadk0h5SUvOV9NvLy6x9IBZS2bIl9poqhZxkvG8Tkkzn-QW17AWUTNdG0leU3wiRMzS4YUPVBZBR6vKNUWyIPhsGe-mv0Q9YoUB4UGzrF-a-5PqO/s640/blogger-image-1081130631.jpg"></a></div>Our days are absolutely full of fun and giggles , as you can imagine. A pile of laundry is not even safe around these girls. Before the clothes could be folded and put away, the girls had grabbed our clothes and were role-playing being mom and dad.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq75H3gJfGSpL90ePKtrgO7kY6v63dMldwc-bSejmBBDscdEHtMD-_hYCJCiyOHAD3GRxmPyLd2MmyUmlyNxVLtyohZqcUGghtX_YvcPozrbt0fZ1XGxJ6OOH7g_TvHZ6X6qJrdF61Ee2/s640/blogger-image-1631180229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq75H3gJfGSpL90ePKtrgO7kY6v63dMldwc-bSejmBBDscdEHtMD-_hYCJCiyOHAD3GRxmPyLd2MmyUmlyNxVLtyohZqcUGghtX_YvcPozrbt0fZ1XGxJ6OOH7g_TvHZ6X6qJrdF61Ee2/s640/blogger-image-1631180229.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gotta love moments that bring fun to the mundane chores of everyday.</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-46645909388162943612014-01-20T19:06:00.001-08:002014-01-20T19:06:44.992-08:00Trumpet lessonsBryan is beginning trumpet lessons with the girls. They are so excited and love to see Daddy coming with the trumpet. I have to say, the first few lessons have been.., well, um, good. I actually am pretty impressed with the sound the girls have been able to produce. I was a little hesitant when Bryan mentioned starting with the girls because I didn't know if they would be able to make any sound. But, guess what, they can make....sound!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQtPnTq-8yt6pDZyajxnLQ0FfO4XBhDEcuSg32XL8S5w6FSWMt826go9IPodR6Ebzg-AepJuUwMfr7zVVPkBzli-q9iJQsz6iSqy5TnvpIYIXiIRlp3yZyyThpMS1GIkGDbRuZIWeOU_u/s640/blogger-image--1941504363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQtPnTq-8yt6pDZyajxnLQ0FfO4XBhDEcuSg32XL8S5w6FSWMt826go9IPodR6Ebzg-AepJuUwMfr7zVVPkBzli-q9iJQsz6iSqy5TnvpIYIXiIRlp3yZyyThpMS1GIkGDbRuZIWeOU_u/s640/blogger-image--1941504363.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gM3CDizj9Oq7ZmDYjdgYbYy1UflXlqXvlU_O0HEvuJfEXjJe9USlgsDOSllwxMDN2JUE0JXROUIxk1p8tX6hlC3ZYpnHeahfCb793c-cBZSbHNQSqmes_hABPrL48dDILNOTCIKPM6H5/s640/blogger-image--1043608859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gM3CDizj9Oq7ZmDYjdgYbYy1UflXlqXvlU_O0HEvuJfEXjJe9USlgsDOSllwxMDN2JUE0JXROUIxk1p8tX6hlC3ZYpnHeahfCb793c-cBZSbHNQSqmes_hABPrL48dDILNOTCIKPM6H5/s640/blogger-image--1043608859.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have actually given it a try also and didn't do to bad, if I do say so myself. Well, that's all for tonight. Keep us in mind as we all begin this new journey with the trumpet. May our ears and patience all endure until the end.</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-63666292483844546562013-02-05T18:41:00.001-08:002014-01-11T19:53:08.275-08:00We are back!I know, I know, it has been forever since I posted on this blog that no one is even checking it anymore. But here goes for starting it back again. We have had no Internet at the house and are schedules have been so busy that posting a blog didn't ever make it into the schedule. But...I now have a device that I can post from. So here's for hoping I can continue to keep everyone updated.<br>
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The girls are getting so big. Emma is five and Erin is four. They play so well together and fight just as well. They love princesses and dress up and a week doesn't usually pass without a tea party. Superheroes and dinosaurs are also on their list of favorites. You just never know with these two. Emma is thoughtful and curious. She is constantly saying things that completely catch us off guard. She was singing a song she made up about God and someone asked where she learned it and she responded, "It came from my heart." Erin is sweet and always busy doing and imagining something. She loves to play with her figurines. The other day she was playing and made up a movie. The plot went like this. "The slime monster ate a bunch of people then went to the bathroom. The end." I love to watch them play. They are learning at such lightning speeds that it is hard to keep up. We started homeschool this year and we are ALL learning everyday. Even though, it is not all fun and games, we are trying to enjoy each other and the process of learning. <br>
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Well, thanks for stoping by and giving us another chance at this blog.<div>Here are just a few pictures for your viewing pleasure.<br>
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We all made the trip home in our little Prius. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_Eqpzf8HTP_DRgA3bcyripzR32nw-5UUHDRzPm59UZdRGMa20JKfGUDI1Xd3VkiplgKI0tL4XQhILxB3EP7K2RINZsAKnPwfAylIr29Ko6Rp6klLvoLfNlSexpHYYf6NRzlF8k6iffw5/s640/blogger-image-2106561414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_Eqpzf8HTP_DRgA3bcyripzR32nw-5UUHDRzPm59UZdRGMa20JKfGUDI1Xd3VkiplgKI0tL4XQhILxB3EP7K2RINZsAKnPwfAylIr29Ko6Rp6klLvoLfNlSexpHYYf6NRzlF8k6iffw5/s640/blogger-image-2106561414.jpg"></a></div>Fun in the snow!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vf2588hm2CfYQ8dx8GglNMglAYSUguKmqvK95J-U0QJ-a5Gtx_BGKKCSP71XB_cgOKaF4UJZLQQRxMA5UFLWKUyLAQ_nyj_lhCqxs75HEw6FBS4QQcvuiwTJ0pjSIU1m-f8L_6DWckwh/s640/blogger-image-869408825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vf2588hm2CfYQ8dx8GglNMglAYSUguKmqvK95J-U0QJ-a5Gtx_BGKKCSP71XB_cgOKaF4UJZLQQRxMA5UFLWKUyLAQ_nyj_lhCqxs75HEw6FBS4QQcvuiwTJ0pjSIU1m-f8L_6DWckwh/s640/blogger-image-869408825.jpg"></a></div>Family picture. I think the last one we took was when Erin was 10 months old.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicymciuh2NKDhmaJKHsXc9hJGh2-Ma7i2MzGmJ32Z2-OOdvD7GhTG7vSEDiifZKU931rcFYGZRG5pE_rdDBR320xy1Sm3O_PllHeWc3b6pNqNNWOJTNxvHmDUEFMziF9t9GyuzzTFMvtjG/s640/blogger-image--34327402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicymciuh2NKDhmaJKHsXc9hJGh2-Ma7i2MzGmJ32Z2-OOdvD7GhTG7vSEDiifZKU931rcFYGZRG5pE_rdDBR320xy1Sm3O_PllHeWc3b6pNqNNWOJTNxvHmDUEFMziF9t9GyuzzTFMvtjG/s640/blogger-image--34327402.jpg"></a></div>Christmas pjs. I made the shirts last year and the pants this year. Don't want to do too much at one time, right?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-TRscZJM9creSJVVxhxyYV3Inx_fyrneRCKVUSvBY5f-e4WVov315nqeankFcD8gKw4gIGoCLsZGPzCYPgCWSvKyuoYqXe-sjrOx6BduQ8EDyUSwBmGubkq4YEcc_mG2eEza2yCdw3ni/s640/blogger-image--158190536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-TRscZJM9creSJVVxhxyYV3Inx_fyrneRCKVUSvBY5f-e4WVov315nqeankFcD8gKw4gIGoCLsZGPzCYPgCWSvKyuoYqXe-sjrOx6BduQ8EDyUSwBmGubkq4YEcc_mG2eEza2yCdw3ni/s640/blogger-image--158190536.jpg"></a></div>My first attempt at a quilt. The girls approved.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve0FgAuCuMw3s-piYJLBSJlhWxOQ3Eia_5ur87rCjzXW5Ugzhg2k0SLex9gkIa95Qx1kJEt7u6VCnxuoaDMngoG1liQ067_cTR3xX-wXtBb9_dOEI1SWwLF4Mi3sQdnZw35MiSKZayyuI/s640/blogger-image-947806845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve0FgAuCuMw3s-piYJLBSJlhWxOQ3Eia_5ur87rCjzXW5Ugzhg2k0SLex9gkIa95Qx1kJEt7u6VCnxuoaDMngoG1liQ067_cTR3xX-wXtBb9_dOEI1SWwLF4Mi3sQdnZw35MiSKZayyuI/s640/blogger-image-947806845.jpg"></a></div>Emma in her new ballet slippers on Christmas morning.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-5521861299302517222011-05-14T14:10:00.000-07:002011-05-14T14:41:56.891-07:00SUPERGIRLS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEzfmxoZdUV-9jx2Tn6HiKcwZLtCGdOqic0NkW8-c5qUXVjf6XB9VMKOWu9FjP2IBCaaVOF7GeVzvDOepXLMtxRhshqpmGLzf9SdDcNFMe5buBNj9IHkjWi-QZDuJ7sPID2hSYJJafDi0/s1600/IMG_0928.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEzfmxoZdUV-9jx2Tn6HiKcwZLtCGdOqic0NkW8-c5qUXVjf6XB9VMKOWu9FjP2IBCaaVOF7GeVzvDOepXLMtxRhshqpmGLzf9SdDcNFMe5buBNj9IHkjWi-QZDuJ7sPID2hSYJJafDi0/s320/IMG_0928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685234090928338" /></a>If you have not met me, my name is Super Emma. Well...I may not be a real superhero with special powers or anything, but I really am a big girl and I can do all kind of interesting things.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5ZQh_ybtaTdsIb-n7LALJTQnwqVtka6vqx__DWbikvlgEmHQtYTP3Hc0k_pD8PWnAuDIxXqCl_YKWp3nlh8CB9qHeSHWDK-vF7kJ1_-SkTvCQKdhsjaD65oW0OAOKUJG_AsvRPfamNqs/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5ZQh_ybtaTdsIb-n7LALJTQnwqVtka6vqx__DWbikvlgEmHQtYTP3Hc0k_pD8PWnAuDIxXqCl_YKWp3nlh8CB9qHeSHWDK-vF7kJ1_-SkTvCQKdhsjaD65oW0OAOKUJG_AsvRPfamNqs/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685226885250322" /></a>I have some really good friends and I try my best to be a good friend too. I like to hold hands and play and help. Erin is my best friend and I help her lots by telling her what to do. She doesn't always listen to me, but I make sure she hears at least.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qnqDqgr3h0utsy9Shwe68sul1mFNPT_d0eDLGcwlZdxEFHnHe7hdaXnVswUDqo249_tnMm4oypQknpY4WDsp1MQ4alL0juNp7yNYexGGIFJZ51Ixf7KjxxjiWlXQ34kolbgxvHpT-dXv/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qnqDqgr3h0utsy9Shwe68sul1mFNPT_d0eDLGcwlZdxEFHnHe7hdaXnVswUDqo249_tnMm4oypQknpY4WDsp1MQ4alL0juNp7yNYexGGIFJZ51Ixf7KjxxjiWlXQ34kolbgxvHpT-dXv/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685217896045122" /></a>Erin is really tough and has the special power of not getting scared easily. She touched a baby frog that Aunt Linda found. I said that I was scared of frogs, but not Erin! She is really brave. But...I might have taught her that.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_8YRK4ztixr1NX91F8rtRcdR_5P0ScqbnXe-ZdUczaWf7tZVSPF3cIa-6Cz9xZ7k5UbAfD1ZgdN2by7pSl9F3pSshLK3Z-RGK1x5OiXRjt-kvC-fFRLYy_DWd45B2JfKiLwRi5G2Fulg/s1600/IMG_0798.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_8YRK4ztixr1NX91F8rtRcdR_5P0ScqbnXe-ZdUczaWf7tZVSPF3cIa-6Cz9xZ7k5UbAfD1ZgdN2by7pSl9F3pSshLK3Z-RGK1x5OiXRjt-kvC-fFRLYy_DWd45B2JfKiLwRi5G2Fulg/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685214533168322" /></a>Guess what! I can fall asleep by reading a book to myself. My bed is really comfortable and my books are very interesting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUhzKOhMFsFaYYsauAGWCOpGzk0SLekfW1l1VfNcETbCuUFrLk2dpTyn3Yhxcj9E2XruwsFb5AR6BEAPs1N6QG0VYgUldHE1jD35RZfmoF7UvlUlG7BnTZVAFvoKq910-OywgqcjGLUQ/s1600/IMG_0814.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUhzKOhMFsFaYYsauAGWCOpGzk0SLekfW1l1VfNcETbCuUFrLk2dpTyn3Yhxcj9E2XruwsFb5AR6BEAPs1N6QG0VYgUldHE1jD35RZfmoF7UvlUlG7BnTZVAFvoKq910-OywgqcjGLUQ/s320/IMG_0814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685208121573010" /></a>Even when slides are really fast and high, I can climb to the top and slide down all on my own. See, I am brave too. I knew Erin had to learn it from somewhere.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqypvvvj6bf3dhl15wSOYgCXc8X0cwipQdmWFh5ZHW3Dno4juRxXKTnvJbED3GpCMT6_AYNJz6ypDF-wa6FbC8LPeN2gT3r-oRIRg8B-gXAP5WD82BYc5I-QPAtmk-PAK9U-I9cZVM5mF/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqypvvvj6bf3dhl15wSOYgCXc8X0cwipQdmWFh5ZHW3Dno4juRxXKTnvJbED3GpCMT6_AYNJz6ypDF-wa6FbC8LPeN2gT3r-oRIRg8B-gXAP5WD82BYc5I-QPAtmk-PAK9U-I9cZVM5mF/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606683780068708242" /></a>A few weeks ago, we got to keep some baby chicks for a few days. They were fun to watch from across the room. Mommy learned the very funny superpower of chasing chickens. She's not very good yet and I don't think she wants the practice to get very good...that's what she says anyway.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9V6yCN_zDe_jv6NSm8XQIE5E3IZCY9CIR9jlUCr7vI2wjjYYqZaoZtBTZghurBwcTNTlGCZnWB6qTx0qyAFr-Zn1GuoeYdQgI0gJDyECid546RlCXhi-LQmIb6T8SyHKt7Wmpb2rgS1F1/s1600/IMG_0945.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9V6yCN_zDe_jv6NSm8XQIE5E3IZCY9CIR9jlUCr7vI2wjjYYqZaoZtBTZghurBwcTNTlGCZnWB6qTx0qyAFr-Zn1GuoeYdQgI0gJDyECid546RlCXhi-LQmIb6T8SyHKt7Wmpb2rgS1F1/s320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606683775843655922" /></a>I told you that we were big girls. We help Mom in all kinds of ways around the house. Last week, we helped her paint the house. I know she just gave us water, but I think it was practice for the real stuff.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoQ5wQAkSNLzqz3WM2oXRd4JmU-NqjAL9S6JBN5u2Jiybgvq9w7LZ9Mn3M9wkvMsKUq6mktIEkspX2PBIGGHbR2R0nByXpEUmPWoezbaq9pyIgYPhOwsBh-mnfOk69TlhHXRoMxVTfOZd/s1600/IMG_0990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoQ5wQAkSNLzqz3WM2oXRd4JmU-NqjAL9S6JBN5u2Jiybgvq9w7LZ9Mn3M9wkvMsKUq6mktIEkspX2PBIGGHbR2R0nByXpEUmPWoezbaq9pyIgYPhOwsBh-mnfOk69TlhHXRoMxVTfOZd/s320/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606683773260140258" /></a>Erin is learning to drive. We don't trust her out on the road yet, but give her a few weeks.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwP0PFxIMnUxVEGvDasCbQHe50DBXBLSsSgvhU1dxgoQqeZvxbbQT1Z_WK8H8tTp-GXoBOYFyokrNBRLuxIwlzFWmFD3B3wt0QYvpWdA7uQFTo3ZN9u4MQmxma0U_xIdOnBu8vxqraqup/s1600/IMG_0994.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwP0PFxIMnUxVEGvDasCbQHe50DBXBLSsSgvhU1dxgoQqeZvxbbQT1Z_WK8H8tTp-GXoBOYFyokrNBRLuxIwlzFWmFD3B3wt0QYvpWdA7uQFTo3ZN9u4MQmxma0U_xIdOnBu8vxqraqup/s320/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606683764448406914" /></a>I just finished my training to work in food service. I don't know prices for everything yet. I think everything is $2, but they tell me there are actually different prices. I guess I will learn that later.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnEC6uic8uQhOydZf-frVdEQdy3EW0oJH3Cqbn0SZ2ESotC8C525qfp0l2UWXHT8Ss-ecCpyLQsSeYsDKnCG-HGVYu59IYDW2AJ_UQoBjUBkxDxC4CivJ8lRCHbEQYYCiZbyfpIWGRM8Q/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnEC6uic8uQhOydZf-frVdEQdy3EW0oJH3Cqbn0SZ2ESotC8C525qfp0l2UWXHT8Ss-ecCpyLQsSeYsDKnCG-HGVYu59IYDW2AJ_UQoBjUBkxDxC4CivJ8lRCHbEQYYCiZbyfpIWGRM8Q/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606683757899258338" /></a>Well, that's who we are and what we are doing. Like I said, not exactly superheroes, but maybe superheroes in training. After all, we are doing lots of important things and helping the world around us become a little more interesting.Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-81586337793805974222011-04-23T10:23:00.000-07:002011-04-23T11:43:25.422-07:00Spring is here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAp6c-WnPHgvyxZqdfkXHwJ2Os44BC8pNRI99PTfuDAlcqMBU0ggu2eJLaEQBRNx8BOBeTKjaxuOHSwZpPOtr9ch5FD-2c_Kuslu5ARbqZ8SIsNbBKjsi1kAhyphenhyphenj5fPAeTCI7KryOS4Dzu/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAp6c-WnPHgvyxZqdfkXHwJ2Os44BC8pNRI99PTfuDAlcqMBU0ggu2eJLaEQBRNx8BOBeTKjaxuOHSwZpPOtr9ch5FD-2c_Kuslu5ARbqZ8SIsNbBKjsi1kAhyphenhyphenj5fPAeTCI7KryOS4Dzu/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598847241054832306" /></a>We are so excited that spring has finally arrived. If the weather is even half-way decent, the girls are itching to go outside. The other day they had a ball playing in the rain. After all, what are raincoats for if you can't go outside in the rain?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyPRzTWtOUTI71jp6cZWzT_epB4uk531RphceyQkv25fksZOJu_KOBpOzjYrkYSCxTC6oanFenvjZC1LbV845O_h5fz1ed9i9IjnXrBwTpP_DaGy0vO74mTHkYTSoBNoPRSa-BCQNv2Eo/s1600/IMG_0632.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyPRzTWtOUTI71jp6cZWzT_epB4uk531RphceyQkv25fksZOJu_KOBpOzjYrkYSCxTC6oanFenvjZC1LbV845O_h5fz1ed9i9IjnXrBwTpP_DaGy0vO74mTHkYTSoBNoPRSa-BCQNv2Eo/s320/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598847236929177634" /></a>The girls really are great friends and love to play together. Erin cannot stand it when she wakes up and Emma is still asleep. I have found her on Emma's bed trying to wake her up numerous times.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJot6GuQVhewaD07TTrfbvw1ay_dMkrGQcc42A2cIKZFt7E3ZL3FEqz7jr6Z0KnR9Yo3CLmBx8Vk6zZN29HMlDwfr26Ln7YWhFGlOQwKP4zBk7xv1UWz35A5r12ucD4Y2WR9Ep9UiIIDdg/s1600/IMG_0102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJot6GuQVhewaD07TTrfbvw1ay_dMkrGQcc42A2cIKZFt7E3ZL3FEqz7jr6Z0KnR9Yo3CLmBx8Vk6zZN29HMlDwfr26Ln7YWhFGlOQwKP4zBk7xv1UWz35A5r12ucD4Y2WR9Ep9UiIIDdg/s320/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598846697981311026" /></a>Emma is growing up so fast. She surprises us everyday with the new things she says. Most of the time when we sit down to dinner, she acts so surprised and says, "Did you make this, Mom?" and then she says, "You are a good cook!" The other day, she loaded up her little cart and headed out her door and said, "I better go before I get back." She is our little comedian.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rkrxWRxBHd0EOpIBtejSaDEav5kWostYq1F4Yuh6EDmOY31ndu7p8LLzpuCmmmoEr6HMjLAqkLiaO3PmKq0pEXoeFV-OEyoJgVu3y5mUkL0A91U_1HhlyxUy6IK1wiBbRwsNX7crDDab/s1600/IMG_0064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rkrxWRxBHd0EOpIBtejSaDEav5kWostYq1F4Yuh6EDmOY31ndu7p8LLzpuCmmmoEr6HMjLAqkLiaO3PmKq0pEXoeFV-OEyoJgVu3y5mUkL0A91U_1HhlyxUy6IK1wiBbRwsNX7crDDab/s320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598846690542634434" /></a>Erin is quickly becoming a little girl instead of a baby. She can count to 13 and is trying to sing the ABCs. The tune is correct but the letters have a little ways to go. In the last few weeks, her speech has really taken off. She is putting several words together to make sentences and short stories.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwZEN6pA8yJAL0BStHjbxdynYSEt-2RNwaSeybQmyyY1Auy8e3DkbGdItmkGOBlKoGc47Ww0SOVkBWOlfewJC7z73Hbbmzfsgu_A9Tmyj0-r4GELlvqLzu7ofQz7xhhHlKXRNVQvIwmRJ/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwZEN6pA8yJAL0BStHjbxdynYSEt-2RNwaSeybQmyyY1Auy8e3DkbGdItmkGOBlKoGc47Ww0SOVkBWOlfewJC7z73Hbbmzfsgu_A9Tmyj0-r4GELlvqLzu7ofQz7xhhHlKXRNVQvIwmRJ/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598846683425590194" /></a>A couple of weeks ago, we went to Pittsburgh with Bryan's biology class to visit the zoo and the conservatory. The girls had a ball! Emma makes a pretty good meerkat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA0MNvEt6DYju_IFLhEZEyrIxXtVd22DFKiB0by_hVd2ouYzjHlf-lQ-dexWOgi2Ja5i5z-rseEIkhYu63LyusYXDCnIBJwTSqgBdfKbL2i7yIWkrhCM4eOnWXBEXBu1D67jP6FfmppFg/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA0MNvEt6DYju_IFLhEZEyrIxXtVd22DFKiB0by_hVd2ouYzjHlf-lQ-dexWOgi2Ja5i5z-rseEIkhYu63LyusYXDCnIBJwTSqgBdfKbL2i7yIWkrhCM4eOnWXBEXBu1D67jP6FfmppFg/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598846676663180130" /></a>Show offs!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfbkJ_mmi5S_zQR7YQ08_PcLqpBA0HYSLDAQ4pgf4q8wKsS5D24XvjA_PfaOyD-42NVJaMRyOKYRJ0wD2aTPHX_jJ8rmMfbHff-A5I54OFhyphenhyphenAC3zl4Humd1-lqrJF7z3BanR1D6ys7oVw/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfbkJ_mmi5S_zQR7YQ08_PcLqpBA0HYSLDAQ4pgf4q8wKsS5D24XvjA_PfaOyD-42NVJaMRyOKYRJ0wD2aTPHX_jJ8rmMfbHff-A5I54OFhyphenhyphenAC3zl4Humd1-lqrJF7z3BanR1D6ys7oVw/s320/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598846678416222994" /></a>At home, we are staying pretty busy too. The girls love to help me do anything in the kitchen. They really are becoming good helpers. They like to help set the table and Emma even likes to wash the dishes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qpsf09zK6c18QSP5Lj5fSeiJd4oUs7sTSkXA0tWyWblDd-RLak97zN0L0vLHKXcvUfX3z_p5cEdzZ3Blm7ovE2UAez1qHiaQ0ey5RH88a7zsUQTg5yEoR6uWP5ep1X2qRSzoXowhakcv/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qpsf09zK6c18QSP5Lj5fSeiJd4oUs7sTSkXA0tWyWblDd-RLak97zN0L0vLHKXcvUfX3z_p5cEdzZ3Blm7ovE2UAez1qHiaQ0ey5RH88a7zsUQTg5yEoR6uWP5ep1X2qRSzoXowhakcv/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598845580104882130" /></a>The girls love to make things. We save all kinds of boxes and bottles to make anything we can think up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx3wf0W7JVelQ36DvSkn-u-RK8FV4wQ3H7_D4h-G-K5HbqqEYOJwzm8Cs5oivMerE8XsYdzr3EEV8bnYJBNjxZSVHWnVTtXxyGQKu8AMi8d6WdYwsaa3WF8-aGKT_2VSKY-S3KjiIfcZk/s1600/IMG_0684.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx3wf0W7JVelQ36DvSkn-u-RK8FV4wQ3H7_D4h-G-K5HbqqEYOJwzm8Cs5oivMerE8XsYdzr3EEV8bnYJBNjxZSVHWnVTtXxyGQKu8AMi8d6WdYwsaa3WF8-aGKT_2VSKY-S3KjiIfcZk/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598845574530466018" /></a>Kites, Kites, Kites. Daddy made us a kite and we have had a blast flying it. The girls have loved to read about and talk about kites, so it has been fun to see them actually get to fly one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxYjZHSuI3h3ZGBjoeoSZDA3MGbuWWZq8-Sx_cKTdN0lWOOfvI05S9c6Jevq7YuQfnPp11hoaQ7xNJuGxE6j428HZ3oCmSrUVBLsI66-G4FqO7cuOPHESL-7Ztm3SIC35UW9IZeHi4umA/s1600/IMG_0202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxYjZHSuI3h3ZGBjoeoSZDA3MGbuWWZq8-Sx_cKTdN0lWOOfvI05S9c6Jevq7YuQfnPp11hoaQ7xNJuGxE6j428HZ3oCmSrUVBLsI66-G4FqO7cuOPHESL-7Ztm3SIC35UW9IZeHi4umA/s320/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598845568277967602" /></a>Another kite day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtUCHvVCpev5FTd3py3e4qHn0ImAlLMoi7RAr1FsE3bAPmmsJjAGNlw_JWYN5bBTjSnYFJA-J7f2uGyZLEhgbV_hTDEe8OyiOKBm9YEvvWlnd3ou9U7lNQ5vtmONJ0HLZmw_p9jD3DG-a/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtUCHvVCpev5FTd3py3e4qHn0ImAlLMoi7RAr1FsE3bAPmmsJjAGNlw_JWYN5bBTjSnYFJA-J7f2uGyZLEhgbV_hTDEe8OyiOKBm9YEvvWlnd3ou9U7lNQ5vtmONJ0HLZmw_p9jD3DG-a/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598845562626512354" /></a>Puddles can keep us occupied for a very long time. I love playing with these girls. My days have continued to get busier and more fun since they were born.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSLE1828kyAHJ9dQEGSJN47Ojy3sEARqT_bpJ8x-Cf_iuMQVLzst-Ivg-BG9c8TUyhPfEKaJh4fmudGZZCpYg9Lg6vpnHdjvE-fEulmbpBG2m2rPvmf4dq-V5mxVwc8xjjNfNoC_OtWxt/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSLE1828kyAHJ9dQEGSJN47Ojy3sEARqT_bpJ8x-Cf_iuMQVLzst-Ivg-BG9c8TUyhPfEKaJh4fmudGZZCpYg9Lg6vpnHdjvE-fEulmbpBG2m2rPvmf4dq-V5mxVwc8xjjNfNoC_OtWxt/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598845560816069026" /></a>I can't wait to see what other things we are going to do this spring and summer. I will try to keep you updated and involved. Enjoy your springtime.Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-3666190001216549642011-02-20T15:06:00.000-08:002011-02-20T15:42:46.843-08:00Emma's busy hands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSeL7fUkEDnFx6D50xDjGl9KvEAPZgQJvprE2nYhYowwdHS-kGjMncL_93e29Mr4u_z-lu-B9dw14Aj59jn6F1uRvYAnEqejKKUPYrvNJfHGanbB9GnF7252LL3Zs9ZYonAd14WSrcBTg/s1600/IMG_2650.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSeL7fUkEDnFx6D50xDjGl9KvEAPZgQJvprE2nYhYowwdHS-kGjMncL_93e29Mr4u_z-lu-B9dw14Aj59jn6F1uRvYAnEqejKKUPYrvNJfHGanbB9GnF7252LL3Zs9ZYonAd14WSrcBTg/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575914877563415090" /></a>We do sleep occasionally and when we do finally fall asleep, we will sleep anywhere. I am not really sure if it was really nice of Mommy to take this picture of me, but she says it is cute, so I'll let her have it. But, guess what! We are not asleep long and when we get up, we are ready to play. Mommy tries to have lots of ideas for us to play. She saves everything. Mommy likes to play with cereal boxes, milk jugs, diaper boxes, anything. Mommy really likes to play. She tries to come up with ideas with her trash so that we will play with her.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRCftP0imhbxtmJTvegBLC0C-X6AOyohnrc4PIQsmVR8MsSTtLtGzeFAE-Xti9iFqmVj9pPktxLYMPo3Q4BdVq-Y4J6Dky5p_ftza6P3O7Gd1zZUAy8VogrTnGpUvXXQLZJvki-e_pVso/s1600/IMG_2698.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRCftP0imhbxtmJTvegBLC0C-X6AOyohnrc4PIQsmVR8MsSTtLtGzeFAE-Xti9iFqmVj9pPktxLYMPo3Q4BdVq-Y4J6Dky5p_ftza6P3O7Gd1zZUAy8VogrTnGpUvXXQLZJvki-e_pVso/s320/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575914869883660002" /></a>One day, I heard her say, "AHA!" and in a few minutes she put this backpack on me. It used to be an orange bag but I like to pretend I am going to school or to the store, so she made me a backpack!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6CRcig7p2dj506zXGYDgvRWTFz9Bd0AzVLa5noOAVg8BCLArfSHadBOjZp1aFvBcFkQdPQBSojA537HWQs7NRGYWUo2l7ZKyBpfPKgqM8Vp_1nH7aBMrBCRaVjozbbHjU2pX-9bDeOSb/s1600/IMG_2604.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6CRcig7p2dj506zXGYDgvRWTFz9Bd0AzVLa5noOAVg8BCLArfSHadBOjZp1aFvBcFkQdPQBSojA537HWQs7NRGYWUo2l7ZKyBpfPKgqM8Vp_1nH7aBMrBCRaVjozbbHjU2pX-9bDeOSb/s320/IMG_2604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575914869636182450" /></a>Mommy calls these our Picasso glueings. She cut out shapes to make a face and gave them to us to glue. Mine is the first picture and Erin's is next to mine. Mine is a face. Erin hasn't told me what hers is yet, but I think it is beautiful, don't you?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NlW6Kygl6IOTm3jK6E-IxALyeypaFJIJU0OyfqsZ4VPbCB3JhBmRy3NkrC5Jwv-Mgb3CHxeAbLoRrDIWwZFimbp5JYqwjujtAfb1JH6Vu0q7r6I41JyhdFur4Ei8cHb1lspVNsuSc27_/s1600/IMG_2596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NlW6Kygl6IOTm3jK6E-IxALyeypaFJIJU0OyfqsZ4VPbCB3JhBmRy3NkrC5Jwv-Mgb3CHxeAbLoRrDIWwZFimbp5JYqwjujtAfb1JH6Vu0q7r6I41JyhdFur4Ei8cHb1lspVNsuSc27_/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913472424598290" /></a>See, boxes! I told you she saves everything. Oh, I forgot! Her very favorite thing is colored duct tape. It is pretty amazing everything that stuff can do. Erin and I already know we are princesses so Mommy made us our very own thrones but they work great for t.v. chairs too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtQXCG_GKnW2i-w79gFOAO9BUN9BeUnBYDkqxDKyDdxc5o2pY74enr9MX885CWd-ndpG3FE7NGHyKlKg-auT7fJq4TYsafABJdqtYZ7PhnT1yEczDXM57HcgvnHQNfxs9MQYhjqaKfLGQ/s1600/IMG_2684.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtQXCG_GKnW2i-w79gFOAO9BUN9BeUnBYDkqxDKyDdxc5o2pY74enr9MX885CWd-ndpG3FE7NGHyKlKg-auT7fJq4TYsafABJdqtYZ7PhnT1yEczDXM57HcgvnHQNfxs9MQYhjqaKfLGQ/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913469949807714" /></a>See my table? It is just my size. We like to do our crafts at this table. Here we made our very own little barns out of envelopes to put pictures of our farm animals in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPbj6UgaudLRDH_t_oqdejeja7m4M6ZnveYUIm9SP4FXFSS5MCZK1qu9wopYlOy_IYRGRfde-B6L7ixMcJ6w3ZpRiuvQnxavkJz9mCH5PewtqVJXwjxxTZe0nB6jNiokXfCr3JandX8UQ/s1600/IMG_2682.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPbj6UgaudLRDH_t_oqdejeja7m4M6ZnveYUIm9SP4FXFSS5MCZK1qu9wopYlOy_IYRGRfde-B6L7ixMcJ6w3ZpRiuvQnxavkJz9mCH5PewtqVJXwjxxTZe0nB6jNiokXfCr3JandX8UQ/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913467178240418" /></a>We sang "Old MacDonald had a Farm" and pulled the animals out of the envelope as we sang.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FjCTpkGZiHFxxi34ByfUDXQKRmHBk4l2r6PfhLEJUsa3D2qA0br8lX_amWfVZwzY9FCHo7KioMP7JcbpWCSEPrQRlsp_9nK4N108xDehIQFb0K_fUhvro7QcIjt4xGMcIeQKT-TOcu3M/s1600/IMG_2670.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FjCTpkGZiHFxxi34ByfUDXQKRmHBk4l2r6PfhLEJUsa3D2qA0br8lX_amWfVZwzY9FCHo7KioMP7JcbpWCSEPrQRlsp_9nK4N108xDehIQFb0K_fUhvro7QcIjt4xGMcIeQKT-TOcu3M/s320/IMG_2670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913463553313970" /></a>Erin likes to paint. I think painting is fun because it makes such a big mess. That is a lot of color in one place! Erin was painting a rock, but her legs were just as colorful when we were done. We are the best masterpiece after all, right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsJsKIO_HIGimxlU31U2Mg4pEb0yYd4IdESon1sfcMoH3GdmHEG6lRDpbvwTIi0pxWCBgzRZXSIeEKcsgf6TjcGuBm-KddsqYhYMP6yMt0aoQeN4dsLAQ6lr-8U8blycVzMLPAVGQOfk8/s1600/IMG_2656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsJsKIO_HIGimxlU31U2Mg4pEb0yYd4IdESon1sfcMoH3GdmHEG6lRDpbvwTIi0pxWCBgzRZXSIeEKcsgf6TjcGuBm-KddsqYhYMP6yMt0aoQeN4dsLAQ6lr-8U8blycVzMLPAVGQOfk8/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913457325818562" /></a>This is the reason I told you that Mommy liked to play. Look what she did! She took some diaper boxes and made a playhouse for our Weebles. They had a lot of fun with this. They had 2 slides, an elevator, a chute, and a merry-go-round. Well, I am wasting good playing time. Have fun and make lots of memories!</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-59291909646380097842011-01-30T13:41:00.001-08:002011-01-30T14:15:25.291-08:00In the meantime...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEBj7Y9oalfEOBFSUZ8dfoeB_z2CMoo-eqkzISdxYsxZrFBphaUc87kqwhHEqErOdO44y0JD-VIe4YF4MJPRtUQSjTDUqePWr_cAiYbNziKN8oq-QS6jpno6J__x9ddmL2gO2qtJ2_etb/s1600/IMG_2438.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEBj7Y9oalfEOBFSUZ8dfoeB_z2CMoo-eqkzISdxYsxZrFBphaUc87kqwhHEqErOdO44y0JD-VIe4YF4MJPRtUQSjTDUqePWr_cAiYbNziKN8oq-QS6jpno6J__x9ddmL2gO2qtJ2_etb/s320/IMG_2438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568100327153170322" /></a>Where have we been? Well...mostly just right here living our lives and having a blast doing it. I spend my days chasing after, entertaining, cooking for, disciplining, and comforting two absolutely enjoyable and exhausting girls. Hide and seek is a daily game and it never gets tiring...for the girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvgjuRp15ReAibn5bksoG2yGC1dWOjvEgC3TStbuQqASL-UrQRBnb8t70cTa7wWSm3D_cg94EzBhyphenhyphenD9_LhTKWhsAaJ3zZg6YMCxDN0TuSwjyuFPxE0-vAjfWqW90hDI3LOXWea7f84L0V/s1600/IMG_2514.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvgjuRp15ReAibn5bksoG2yGC1dWOjvEgC3TStbuQqASL-UrQRBnb8t70cTa7wWSm3D_cg94EzBhyphenhyphenD9_LhTKWhsAaJ3zZg6YMCxDN0TuSwjyuFPxE0-vAjfWqW90hDI3LOXWea7f84L0V/s320/IMG_2514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568100329940062306" /></a>Here is just a little update, however late it may be. We had a marvelous Christmas. The girls were absolutely delightful. Christmas gets more fun with each year they grow older. Bryan and I just found restraining ourselves difficult. Everything you see in the store you can imagine your child loving and playing with forever, even though we all know and have proven time and time again, the boxes can be much more interesting. But we eventually did make our decisions and did pretty well not getting too crazy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcip5h5NwpCAU_6HVJ6RnUMCOp25LAyK48K22yf9Tii8TMrVoGZXcySLwQfZm-leEVQO1-8F1F4_1CVOrzSZik-79bumcJb_DJi6YWlrnwKjubJ4y91QxgaLa3NEiV-oh0KEF0SYkcbdn/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcip5h5NwpCAU_6HVJ6RnUMCOp25LAyK48K22yf9Tii8TMrVoGZXcySLwQfZm-leEVQO1-8F1F4_1CVOrzSZik-79bumcJb_DJi6YWlrnwKjubJ4y91QxgaLa3NEiV-oh0KEF0SYkcbdn/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568100325967724930" /></a>We have had snow, then snow, then more snow. It is quite a chore to bundle up both girls so tight they gave barely move, herd them out the door and into the cold snow, and then try to get them to move and play. But Emma truly enjoyed it! She wanted to just walk and walk in the snow. The only thing that convinced her to move toward the door was the promise of hot chocolate, which we all know is the best part about playing in the snow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5o8CALAbHilsOPbrt2qFLhpBP0V6KAMaeCamSDZRQwEOvk3jo1nKzhtKt4L5QYRWYSzWJEdq6g6I8HCTrudbCdj5dUkSgSw9h1Tc0Fv7xWCZ-7wr4tW-DA70NLS-vg1frFEBWmcOXKgz/s1600/IMG_2592.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5o8CALAbHilsOPbrt2qFLhpBP0V6KAMaeCamSDZRQwEOvk3jo1nKzhtKt4L5QYRWYSzWJEdq6g6I8HCTrudbCdj5dUkSgSw9h1Tc0Fv7xWCZ-7wr4tW-DA70NLS-vg1frFEBWmcOXKgz/s320/IMG_2592.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568100318618528098" /></a>Erin didn't care much for the snow, but the hot chocolate was a different story. The picture above is the reason sippy cups were invented. I don't believe this shirt has been the same since its exposure to large amounts of chocolate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2rxrOxzbAHwMSfu_KlIEgkO6RDLy_VbmcTkLCDqJkfpIi2XGr2spT28ERLf2FPPEu8NJQH29vE35smS5EwQ3T3wWwQvpQAQ72ohborbdEXo26m_-epalP-rql5Huw_EBtdtRXlSTIlAv/s1600/IMG_2563.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2rxrOxzbAHwMSfu_KlIEgkO6RDLy_VbmcTkLCDqJkfpIi2XGr2spT28ERLf2FPPEu8NJQH29vE35smS5EwQ3T3wWwQvpQAQ72ohborbdEXo26m_-epalP-rql5Huw_EBtdtRXlSTIlAv/s320/IMG_2563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568098653808945570" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>I am always looking for new ideas to keep these active and growing minds learning and entertained. We try to do a little project or craft each day. The girls love to paint, but my nerves can't handle too much of it. However, I am very grateful for all washable materials. We have made thrones out of boxes, beanbags out of a little duct tape and material, kites out of contact paper, tissue paper,and ribbon, and color our fair share of Curious George pictures.</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u>(I have no idea why this is underlined, by the way! Small technical difficulty)</u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2rxrOxzbAHwMSfu_KlIEgkO6RDLy_VbmcTkLCDqJkfpIi2XGr2spT28ERLf2FPPEu8NJQH29vE35smS5EwQ3T3wWwQvpQAQ72ohborbdEXo26m_-epalP-rql5Huw_EBtdtRXlSTIlAv/s1600/IMG_2563.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2rxrOxzbAHwMSfu_KlIEgkO6RDLy_VbmcTkLCDqJkfpIi2XGr2spT28ERLf2FPPEu8NJQH29vE35smS5EwQ3T3wWwQvpQAQ72ohborbdEXo26m_-epalP-rql5Huw_EBtdtRXlSTIlAv/s1600/IMG_2563.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeAw3IGCocmZQ0KHS9A_vXGTTqEqwhMMTHEOQx_CxQIT512fhuWQtbJoelTfuXn1eq5yxKeCHo-SVOppTzkK3tLuRpFVaCnTBci900ddfT5h-jsrTUJhXsbLKCzPw_yrUbIJw3RCVCL9g/s1600/IMG_2594.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeAw3IGCocmZQ0KHS9A_vXGTTqEqwhMMTHEOQx_CxQIT512fhuWQtbJoelTfuXn1eq5yxKeCHo-SVOppTzkK3tLuRpFVaCnTBci900ddfT5h-jsrTUJhXsbLKCzPw_yrUbIJw3RCVCL9g/s320/IMG_2594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568098650944140546" /></a>Of course, the mundane has to interrupt the fun occasionally. The girls are generally patient and depend on each other for comfort and entertainment and sometimes just a good fight.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY0y7F39elA6lZRvlPLGG5l-En_JzZqDUkkKwefi0GCTAJ35-CX5MxULHDHMUf4QPY7GzlSq75EH2U4bRYDNFc5EZROYBuwITgOyIwj2M4Zm6gnVGOUPl4KfTHum7WU3KgJK1wCueKzei/s1600/IMG_2644.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeCZMK4nwvyE5g1_mqZS9QfC2Vcyehzbin48XagvI7VK4L_ZwfI1jWmv6S_Eka5nhJ26b_PnOdZitSzcYhoPCxhY8TDF7ClE41klG3hXY8aurxTH_hGUJ_lP_MS5Fsbl9f5AeL2zqEvtj/s320/IMG_2609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568100314678803762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY0y7F39elA6lZRvlPLGG5l-En_JzZqDUkkKwefi0GCTAJ35-CX5MxULHDHMUf4QPY7GzlSq75EH2U4bRYDNFc5EZROYBuwITgOyIwj2M4Zm6gnVGOUPl4KfTHum7WU3KgJK1wCueKzei/s1600/IMG_2644.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY0y7F39elA6lZRvlPLGG5l-En_JzZqDUkkKwefi0GCTAJ35-CX5MxULHDHMUf4QPY7GzlSq75EH2U4bRYDNFc5EZROYBuwITgOyIwj2M4Zm6gnVGOUPl4KfTHum7WU3KgJK1wCueKzei/s320/IMG_2644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568098644742801298" /></a>Dress up of any kind seems to reign supreme most of the time. Princess dresses, Daddy's hats, and Mommy's shoes all make life at home a little more exciting.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QiaSJ-9n3Zr9OH-ZMGhd1SNBn6Pve5hRPYi1b94HS8gMFf7eRY6DrLgUUMHC0w5-oqvxUM1bjMSBH82syQRoj3ySAnKtc639ULA5__M_ZraNWcyZvDPcgSfnilwrYcGzRC2q6QRd59H7/s1600/IMG_2569.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QiaSJ-9n3Zr9OH-ZMGhd1SNBn6Pve5hRPYi1b94HS8gMFf7eRY6DrLgUUMHC0w5-oqvxUM1bjMSBH82syQRoj3ySAnKtc639ULA5__M_ZraNWcyZvDPcgSfnilwrYcGzRC2q6QRd59H7/s320/IMG_2569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568098639684887778" /></a>At the end of the day, it sure is nice to lean back, relax, and stop moving for the first time since you woke up...and I am sure the girls feel the same way!</div></div></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-25176993847899197812010-11-22T06:46:00.000-08:002010-11-22T07:25:28.234-08:00Thankful hearts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnzMSAXiTZSE0RAt01BY023-uLISw7oPClqcdgSzOZLVZxdXyEkx-UdzVsTIouT3owjG8mcTjRIK_jCXZKJZdJ2UKsheJJ0YfW4ElsOj8u3BZfw9HDG6pywcoEtcuVVxHQ4wZWvQkEMjI/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnzMSAXiTZSE0RAt01BY023-uLISw7oPClqcdgSzOZLVZxdXyEkx-UdzVsTIouT3owjG8mcTjRIK_jCXZKJZdJ2UKsheJJ0YfW4ElsOj8u3BZfw9HDG6pywcoEtcuVVxHQ4wZWvQkEMjI/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390080926649506" /></a>Last week as I stared out at the ocean stretching farther than I could see, I was amazed at God's creativity and love for us that He would give us such a beautiful and majestic expression of His glory and goodness. However, when I am at home playing with my girls or singing to a sleeping child I am filled with the same wonder.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x1xVgoS3326HmtK0N6sSSqYgU-frrzTcFyTCwAg2brPbgjMd_NPJ32jBpDrSV1bmT2XpCsRGADSH2uwjMmZSoxIGknSgAwjf7C7ARnoVMeFX-AgD96NnhJrWKmAW2WI4JKhuVvuZ4NbA/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x1xVgoS3326HmtK0N6sSSqYgU-frrzTcFyTCwAg2brPbgjMd_NPJ32jBpDrSV1bmT2XpCsRGADSH2uwjMmZSoxIGknSgAwjf7C7ARnoVMeFX-AgD96NnhJrWKmAW2WI4JKhuVvuZ4NbA/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390069057290914" /></a>My heart overflows with thankfulness to a God that would enrich my life with the fun and the challenges of raising two such beautiful expressions of God's creativeness and love.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6drSVNERJCa5bGmrKrmq-h9VGhQh0GC_Gd02ru3ho9JMDUNG7Jdfm3aLcNnNeHPtcZRBff-OE9JWzGiQIYfKg7BMkbT1giOzgMPioLtsO8i4G1cmMNC0TJv2hVx2R0X0NZokr3jJQrFh/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6drSVNERJCa5bGmrKrmq-h9VGhQh0GC_Gd02ru3ho9JMDUNG7Jdfm3aLcNnNeHPtcZRBff-OE9JWzGiQIYfKg7BMkbT1giOzgMPioLtsO8i4G1cmMNC0TJv2hVx2R0X0NZokr3jJQrFh/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542388876044568562" /></a>This week we had the opportunity to visit some family and have had a great time. I am so thankful for family that loves and supports us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfHp8LImNI15NySBHOSlB8sW8p3FlxSX2tYzpMzhu1DD6yBIEdQGY8zDRGscl4_Hsu3_HlpYXMXJjA85pUNE2LRNzihr0adw8vdCXI9H3TuPPKbGaL9ggnMWv6xlqCBZnIk2ESJQhEcxG/s1600/IMG_2241.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfHp8LImNI15NySBHOSlB8sW8p3FlxSX2tYzpMzhu1DD6yBIEdQGY8zDRGscl4_Hsu3_HlpYXMXJjA85pUNE2LRNzihr0adw8vdCXI9H3TuPPKbGaL9ggnMWv6xlqCBZnIk2ESJQhEcxG/s320/IMG_2241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542388864870774370" /></a>The girls have new and fun experiences all the time. I am grateful that God has filled our lives with fun memories. My days are full of laughter as I watch the girls explore and try to figure out the world around them. Just the other day, Bryan and I were saying that we had two girls just so they could chase each other around the house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR3vXYI3zs6VRAuWClFLb6GHZBpKEmW28ujTcgw5v4XxspPe4miQPKkf4B-XsvhjwJc96GxhXznamzgLlYO2S7gbsndgzOeMmUCLri2xBfuVB1a7zvuQtQ2PbhwUpsBsAai4KZZ2QKDn3i/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR3vXYI3zs6VRAuWClFLb6GHZBpKEmW28ujTcgw5v4XxspPe4miQPKkf4B-XsvhjwJc96GxhXznamzgLlYO2S7gbsndgzOeMmUCLri2xBfuVB1a7zvuQtQ2PbhwUpsBsAai4KZZ2QKDn3i/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542388856822265938" /></a>Sweet moments...I couldn't take enough pictures to capture the sweet moments that fill my days!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiF_9RxqXIgc63GQtMVh9p-h4WO5HSSJNwOzIXUvVewI-xSWdngC4DeJKch2oR6qFvpiRiGOTEEndbPhFdbDMpNKeDQ6zM7-Ax2IOc05VUQ-fBUJbbOImp-y5twAb3BAVmIG10xwxcNUB/s1600/IMG_2275.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiF_9RxqXIgc63GQtMVh9p-h4WO5HSSJNwOzIXUvVewI-xSWdngC4DeJKch2oR6qFvpiRiGOTEEndbPhFdbDMpNKeDQ6zM7-Ax2IOc05VUQ-fBUJbbOImp-y5twAb3BAVmIG10xwxcNUB/s320/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542388788853170866" /></a>I would be lying if I said that every time I saw their curiosity displayed, my heart leaped for joy. I have realized how much I grunt or groan in frustration now that I hear Emma making the same noise in frustration. However, I am glad that God gave them curious minds and able bodies that allow them to explore and discover things even though it may cause extra work or momentary frustration. God gives me every bit of energy I need in order to do the job He has given me to do.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbiSzE7X02IfKC6D9HdfUY0olQU7GGW1U5kIGJjIpZCmo9kQ9toTsy_dS_BK6M5EJxqSECAxnrUCWX3_dB76oyLSLHWmIiBS9jOyaLM6ahYafB6lYoeFFFcvVle7CAGOsCD9xtg38zaEi/s1600/IMG_2286.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbiSzE7X02IfKC6D9HdfUY0olQU7GGW1U5kIGJjIpZCmo9kQ9toTsy_dS_BK6M5EJxqSECAxnrUCWX3_dB76oyLSLHWmIiBS9jOyaLM6ahYafB6lYoeFFFcvVle7CAGOsCD9xtg38zaEi/s320/IMG_2286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542388771569125026" /></a>Thank you God for sacrificing your one and only Son to bring joy to my life! I am most thankful for my Savior who gave His life in place of mine so that I can experience the blessings of God that this sinful child doesn't deserve.</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-70908543381905012852010-10-24T12:54:00.000-07:002010-10-24T13:45:20.078-07:00Oh, Happy Fall!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicC9V0wxeY9oOjpSnjzYF8T6_imNIEkOklPj4t41W2UdiOOk9sZ7My_9IP3yy9PZz1xAYdtl3PGFhlcTPtVilisuH1TMdsTLyAuG-ECQx7-8FW5zNM1TBdIq049D91bPu2ToPG7OnCDWZi/s1600/IMG_1720.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicC9V0wxeY9oOjpSnjzYF8T6_imNIEkOklPj4t41W2UdiOOk9sZ7My_9IP3yy9PZz1xAYdtl3PGFhlcTPtVilisuH1TMdsTLyAuG-ECQx7-8FW5zNM1TBdIq049D91bPu2ToPG7OnCDWZi/s320/IMG_1720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711424618176818" /></a>WE LOVE FALL!!!! Mommy says this is her favorite time of year and now I understand why! There are so many fun things about fall. Erin and I have really had fun playing in the leaves. Mommy piles up all the leaves and says it is o.k. for us to run and jump and sit in them. It took us a while to get used to it, but now we understand why Mommy likes to sit and play in the leaves so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XTdAYiABZ90Jz4XKJZCElXx07R5G6PpFi1uWTNgB0aG-4YlDpxEE15dA2V8FmXMRPCi99QA8wC6TIkkpCGvx9IioTBP1ReO3WHZJ464A6R51o2wBrYfVhcHv64Ad4VPfbwa8MG4_-0BK/s1600/IMG_1999.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XTdAYiABZ90Jz4XKJZCElXx07R5G6PpFi1uWTNgB0aG-4YlDpxEE15dA2V8FmXMRPCi99QA8wC6TIkkpCGvx9IioTBP1ReO3WHZJ464A6R51o2wBrYfVhcHv64Ad4VPfbwa8MG4_-0BK/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711419601204290" /></a>There are so many of them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy03eKL1H1SY-lkYX0_Hkas9k6bstHcHvS_vRuZepx7jXlEjypXX9NF6YcnqA_KHRNIb_XGW-Gy0UPUhsESCdPxufVov5vuJQmJQa0jRcKToiWuhFB1CUXcv5lbjZedrACJWLI-3nZ9s6u/s1600/IMG_1880.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy03eKL1H1SY-lkYX0_Hkas9k6bstHcHvS_vRuZepx7jXlEjypXX9NF6YcnqA_KHRNIb_XGW-Gy0UPUhsESCdPxufVov5vuJQmJQa0jRcKToiWuhFB1CUXcv5lbjZedrACJWLI-3nZ9s6u/s320/IMG_1880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531709737097021506" /></a>My favorite part is eating the pears that fall off of our tree. I am sad that they are almost all gone. I like to hunt for the perfect pear and sit outside and nibble until the bees drive me back inside.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlKiKFBfwBJ-xv59KbvpeLxGri6XCZxOZJPuxB_CBX_n96m9H-NsURT5UY7-TpFFbhjOe1SuW2wiIb0-10Z2WWlv1r71UuKznSRNKpzfwAmTf-6Qwie9Zn_GjS-sYuMSErisBUWi_l-6c/s1600/IMG_1793.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlKiKFBfwBJ-xv59KbvpeLxGri6XCZxOZJPuxB_CBX_n96m9H-NsURT5UY7-TpFFbhjOe1SuW2wiIb0-10Z2WWlv1r71UuKznSRNKpzfwAmTf-6Qwie9Zn_GjS-sYuMSErisBUWi_l-6c/s320/IMG_1793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531709737830544978" /></a>Erin likes the pears too. I am teaching her to do everything I do; she can even say "mine." See, I am a very good teacher.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcEPifwxj2_S98gZG5NEScUpGSttTKYOpD0g7RfVIPwetw_Ptcb7ptonqGAjhInoTu40pTVcayt6zFQmO4aYgCywNiuyilUdt-kjQsklryDoP9Vo0WaI_k_GazXW2I04fuCArnyxjvvEi/s1600/IMG_2064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcEPifwxj2_S98gZG5NEScUpGSttTKYOpD0g7RfVIPwetw_Ptcb7ptonqGAjhInoTu40pTVcayt6zFQmO4aYgCywNiuyilUdt-kjQsklryDoP9Vo0WaI_k_GazXW2I04fuCArnyxjvvEi/s320/IMG_2064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531709727350112690" /></a>We also looooove to swing. Mommy and Daddy really need to get another swing so we don't have to share so much, but we are learning to be good sharers. Mommy sets the timer when we get in and when the timer goes off, we know it is time to switch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj4InkxWN5oXlX9mZY8BNemppb3xlbeAhOyYt6cyXrjna6gz0H6sdJ6CSbznRFdMJFNivte1LMF000recC79QiUMXUWvGW8X0sxRVx71D7zUSIDD7TwvvQ4pMk_757lWDUBhvfs-tDLeK/s1600/IMG_1565.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj4InkxWN5oXlX9mZY8BNemppb3xlbeAhOyYt6cyXrjna6gz0H6sdJ6CSbznRFdMJFNivte1LMF000recC79QiUMXUWvGW8X0sxRVx71D7zUSIDD7TwvvQ4pMk_757lWDUBhvfs-tDLeK/s320/IMG_1565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531709723778845986" /></a>See, I told you, Erin likes it too....a bunch. That is something else I guess I taught her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccSyQbncN0HD3MzT_BTaH-B9v169YPlCQKZZOw38ZEaTdBHEyDetdsLbBeh_WKJqmADTdYZZ0Gds4PeCQCanOfsoz5O8xJ7Y29S9h99kMJWzjI3hUCO3RLWkmVOvKhBi-28iQQ-cVmGHc/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccSyQbncN0HD3MzT_BTaH-B9v169YPlCQKZZOw38ZEaTdBHEyDetdsLbBeh_WKJqmADTdYZZ0Gds4PeCQCanOfsoz5O8xJ7Y29S9h99kMJWzjI3hUCO3RLWkmVOvKhBi-28iQQ-cVmGHc/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531709722538595266" /></a>The thing I like the best won't even go away when winter comes. The leaves are nice, the pears are yummy, the swing is fun, but my absolute favorite is my sister, Erin. She is always there. She laughs at all my jokes, even when Mommy and Daddy don't get them. She even makes me laugh when things get a little boring.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHf5O78_CNN1QnlnrQSuYUY3hyaVfKPShT4EAqZhksHen0QGwZtRtDIdJIHTB-6-wb595RNCqYRB3b9afZod9Edo2KNaSMMsGwWTqYlXiv9wBy879pJ4OH_f2qDDUQ2SgJtwJf1wLEov2/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHf5O78_CNN1QnlnrQSuYUY3hyaVfKPShT4EAqZhksHen0QGwZtRtDIdJIHTB-6-wb595RNCqYRB3b9afZod9Edo2KNaSMMsGwWTqYlXiv9wBy879pJ4OH_f2qDDUQ2SgJtwJf1wLEov2/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531706224802939394" /></a>The wagon is so much more fun with two!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DHldCKKbqNNX_GvqcmNNGg_vieQ4FS3MvKT0fzflUw1knQwuuGRL_JIaoFzbsYydqRyLDk4wnvoykSsXzqhqQ4uYxARy47FGZF9XQWbsOYyAByjJK1oSWuU9kP53zOoSKPrwoqbdDAzP/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DHldCKKbqNNX_GvqcmNNGg_vieQ4FS3MvKT0fzflUw1knQwuuGRL_JIaoFzbsYydqRyLDk4wnvoykSsXzqhqQ4uYxARy47FGZF9XQWbsOYyAByjJK1oSWuU9kP53zOoSKPrwoqbdDAzP/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531706218422528306" /></a>Who would I talk to if she weren't here? Mommy says I like to boss, but Erin knows I am just encouraging!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTlc6UfJc0UD0C4iYXR44jl0Cmd8EFX1gl_zahqMYruYTA0QBk7GYTxwSaZsaOuSKh6VsZaB2zGMb5ulZTkAp9NZmeTtiukunLDRGBoa3Ms_fLwbWJfguhTos8Bj2oal4mVWgt2f-dpOc/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTlc6UfJc0UD0C4iYXR44jl0Cmd8EFX1gl_zahqMYruYTA0QBk7GYTxwSaZsaOuSKh6VsZaB2zGMb5ulZTkAp9NZmeTtiukunLDRGBoa3Ms_fLwbWJfguhTos8Bj2oal4mVWgt2f-dpOc/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531706217185170546" /></a>We share lots of stories. She is a really good listener, and becoming a better talker. Like I said, I am a good teacher.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1SfjtFTUkVwOc_BOr5TDC_-jbGM4cVyzHjgFXkOLkcHe_K7Y9PaOBRBav5x8e1qt-YSB_hCXQN9IYsMMnE_Qn8uoz1eXcKL5v3iN_E_ZreGPtNscGB-jRVMRs-OSXUl3gzwSfVsgm8S-/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1SfjtFTUkVwOc_BOr5TDC_-jbGM4cVyzHjgFXkOLkcHe_K7Y9PaOBRBav5x8e1qt-YSB_hCXQN9IYsMMnE_Qn8uoz1eXcKL5v3iN_E_ZreGPtNscGB-jRVMRs-OSXUl3gzwSfVsgm8S-/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531706209282176434" /></a>Singing is always fun. Mommy teaches us all kinds of songs. We like "The Itsy, Bitsy Spider" and "The wise man built his house upon a rock." Mommy's not a bad teacher either, I guess. We also like to make things together when we have to stay in the house. We play with noodles, toilet paper tubes, boxes, finger paint, and anything else Mommy can think of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0Huq1VQ1h3ftsJ_OmdpWlPJ4uLP_hDaXPlPlH2E792j3P_TB1faxvtKgCtK5OPp11DhZf6MjB-cI4eCvw27UTvaS-svEa31U6YUuYIyNY-_WqVBsuhmED3xbUpYELela3NF_eof0GoU6/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0Huq1VQ1h3ftsJ_OmdpWlPJ4uLP_hDaXPlPlH2E792j3P_TB1faxvtKgCtK5OPp11DhZf6MjB-cI4eCvw27UTvaS-svEa31U6YUuYIyNY-_WqVBsuhmED3xbUpYELela3NF_eof0GoU6/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531706209054320258" /></a>Adventures are more fun with someone to share them with. Fall is great, but any season will be perfect with my sister! Oh, she feels the same way, too!Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-52149853161216037082010-09-12T12:28:00.000-07:002010-09-12T13:16:00.384-07:00We are still here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaudq7edK1_NlGOV9Pcwli79e1_giwsjdu4auH9oVwyXhS4pJ7cGon3SOrEwv9iVSQx-1cgV_BWeIYpWBnJMXtHaYOYaog_zCFADsNW3d9WhXrcbJJxLRf_PWzeJm3cPc4h-2TJRttB5jr/s1600/IMG_1482.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaudq7edK1_NlGOV9Pcwli79e1_giwsjdu4auH9oVwyXhS4pJ7cGon3SOrEwv9iVSQx-1cgV_BWeIYpWBnJMXtHaYOYaog_zCFADsNW3d9WhXrcbJJxLRf_PWzeJm3cPc4h-2TJRttB5jr/s320/IMG_1482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516118103056156530" /></a>Hey there, everyone! This is Emma. Mommy has been really busy chasing and playing with me and Erin. She says she is sorry, but dishes and laundry have to be done before the blog. Anyway, she is still busy, so I decided to take over. I am good at doing that. So.....I don't really know where to start because it has been so long. Oh, I know! I am 2 whole years old now and Erin is one. She is getting big, but I am bigger! We had a big parpy, oh I mean, party. Lots of family came and we had so much fun. We were going to roast hotdogs and play outside, but the rain kept chasing us inside. Anyway, I had so much fun that it is still my favorite thing to talk about.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoQVNSbd_aBtVr3ns2-ZjbXjN8sIYb9GyMwwU_QfwmHOoaL8s8TxcwTHV9YR_9k6oIRGIACTHKsGJJYcqQ3KbRF_omljsdZcKf2Cq1AvpcA7dHtFJfjAoayPr-e0cBEHV2rJsjxmagNcR/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoQVNSbd_aBtVr3ns2-ZjbXjN8sIYb9GyMwwU_QfwmHOoaL8s8TxcwTHV9YR_9k6oIRGIACTHKsGJJYcqQ3KbRF_omljsdZcKf2Cq1AvpcA7dHtFJfjAoayPr-e0cBEHV2rJsjxmagNcR/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516118092507038946" /></a>Erin and I are so big now that we got our own chairs. Look how grown up we look.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl26s05_bThI03WHXbK7WsB89v6NpZMCic4hiEJKXvDb3VS5H6t_YruxDBRepHt7U29XqKL8PNuwF9Ox25uN_VWfzJGkyqTBc-nj79D7R2sHDPlMN85BgLemuXCoudntRiFMWf6zx2DWSj/s1600/DSCN4338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl26s05_bThI03WHXbK7WsB89v6NpZMCic4hiEJKXvDb3VS5H6t_YruxDBRepHt7U29XqKL8PNuwF9Ox25uN_VWfzJGkyqTBc-nj79D7R2sHDPlMN85BgLemuXCoudntRiFMWf6zx2DWSj/s320/DSCN4338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516118081424510658" /></a>Thanks to my Grammy, we had a great Curious George cake. It looked so cool and tasted even better. Erin made a big mess, but I only made a little mess.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7qO2_2iegQRGB9zP2EohJ7WRIQcXFhOGCPNhnjZwGB92I7exDgRa9yciffchjMkTQXPJE1MImDLqElAe3zRVReXZKbPNG3rVL3bOTDvQDXhzyqejBd2uqThpCR_H11Z8UqVs0LSLWsnD/s1600/DSCN4352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7qO2_2iegQRGB9zP2EohJ7WRIQcXFhOGCPNhnjZwGB92I7exDgRa9yciffchjMkTQXPJE1MImDLqElAe3zRVReXZKbPNG3rVL3bOTDvQDXhzyqejBd2uqThpCR_H11Z8UqVs0LSLWsnD/s320/DSCN4352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516116972004818434" /></a>We had lots of presents and had fun opening them all. Mommy had to help a lot because we kept getting distracted, but, hey, that's what little kids do, right?<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCT4Z6FNzdVZkdQp0uiHKH8jmUdD-rNcI3X8qVeguDXDCq6Yep61kiftZotuHS9GJbwhSDmgdyABO-4NiMxnOZBFUFrQp-3q_KZvYHrGrQjE2h4SOpeAHUaQA2n05BgPTduHszr7bxxal/s1600/RSCN4368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCT4Z6FNzdVZkdQp0uiHKH8jmUdD-rNcI3X8qVeguDXDCq6Yep61kiftZotuHS9GJbwhSDmgdyABO-4NiMxnOZBFUFrQp-3q_KZvYHrGrQjE2h4SOpeAHUaQA2n05BgPTduHszr7bxxal/s320/RSCN4368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516116966570524338" /></a>See, I told you Erin made a big mess. I think this picture says she has had enough cake!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ieMoFFIrNP5IMCgNrHVRfmm7o_DjKiA6L9XGGWuNBDzHdiDGCAGCK6paG6RUq8uB1X9Vy_t4m8hT83VPOGw-SV5eBokwex_5RaWaNhh7uQIKPydSJwhlvyM_rYYaNsnvvDVU2HTwAPAj/s1600/IMG_1206.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ieMoFFIrNP5IMCgNrHVRfmm7o_DjKiA6L9XGGWuNBDzHdiDGCAGCK6paG6RUq8uB1X9Vy_t4m8hT83VPOGw-SV5eBokwex_5RaWaNhh7uQIKPydSJwhlvyM_rYYaNsnvvDVU2HTwAPAj/s320/IMG_1206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516116952366310322" /></a>See, and look how big I am being eating my cake like a two year old girl!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtM2OVB6YPTeuKuuIumfvDWjr-f8D3UWo7s2R1r36n40cgJR6ORzYk45P2ed4_NsLr42Uj9jG_MPWZngKaKmQGmqR1REpqlQfFDqbG4bkDzBkjT40OYg1Rj56unv7gpyxEPtDyAR-rj3g/s1600/IMG_1233.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtM2OVB6YPTeuKuuIumfvDWjr-f8D3UWo7s2R1r36n40cgJR6ORzYk45P2ed4_NsLr42Uj9jG_MPWZngKaKmQGmqR1REpqlQfFDqbG4bkDzBkjT40OYg1Rj56unv7gpyxEPtDyAR-rj3g/s320/IMG_1233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516116932858546786" /></a>My grandpa and Aunt Valerie got me this cool car for my birthday and Papaw was pushing me. I like it a lot. I like to pretend I am going to the store and buying milk and cheese and crackers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nASaYIYxthl6XELF1U0xX6BlgMA39TqIIPxN8yvk5xEVsslBPpmgv4dP5IT6OYP1OMZCq5aTF6jq5SLVmuKQ-DO4_zvOO4TKzb-j-gYonjlDmumDCdTBRZRh-N26AjEmQN_7rpMrJwkQ/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nASaYIYxthl6XELF1U0xX6BlgMA39TqIIPxN8yvk5xEVsslBPpmgv4dP5IT6OYP1OMZCq5aTF6jq5SLVmuKQ-DO4_zvOO4TKzb-j-gYonjlDmumDCdTBRZRh-N26AjEmQN_7rpMrJwkQ/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516116921410426882" /></a>Here we are with Aunt Lucinda and Aunt Beth. I told you we had a lot of people at my party. I am so thankful that so many people love me and think I am so special. Oh, they think Erin is special too. That's ok, we can both be special at the same time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YT4w19MjoFs0BPECUv6UIEsv1ylynxIYqzukY96f7XLf5pHXYkf9sjz0QBVbXUByIMprjZdJ3MWP9mZ5NKeXxE7Y-DKAgUta2qu_Lur5oTuP1pNW-p6np8z7_WfkxxlIaChhxijmHqrX/s1600/IMG_1249.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YT4w19MjoFs0BPECUv6UIEsv1ylynxIYqzukY96f7XLf5pHXYkf9sjz0QBVbXUByIMprjZdJ3MWP9mZ5NKeXxE7Y-DKAgUta2qu_Lur5oTuP1pNW-p6np8z7_WfkxxlIaChhxijmHqrX/s320/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115245442384482" /></a>Erin liked the tunnel on our princess tent a lot except she kept forgetting to crawl, which is what you are supposed to do. I know that because I am two and now I know lots of things that I didn't know when I was one. I am trying to help Erin learn too. Mommy says I am being bossy, but I am just telling Erin what she doesn't know and showing her how to do things my way, I mean the right way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZFhsMcfF_VLOM-Qthfww79DckLvEHNA8GALbfOjYKjDZWj2O3L22CnybZEREiMedaIo8lWM9YNCcJf06tW-nj9zn5iLRfCwqE33TTmVdgrY194BNtDoLIJM34P-CWXacphEiiJOOXewq/s1600/IMG_1307.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZFhsMcfF_VLOM-Qthfww79DckLvEHNA8GALbfOjYKjDZWj2O3L22CnybZEREiMedaIo8lWM9YNCcJf06tW-nj9zn5iLRfCwqE33TTmVdgrY194BNtDoLIJM34P-CWXacphEiiJOOXewq/s320/IMG_1307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115234570555394" /></a>She may not know as much as I do, but she sure is cute. I also think she is the best friend I have.Erin always laughs at me even when Mommy and Daddy don't get my jokes. She can run and jump and wrestle with me. Well, I think she can wrestle. Mommy doesn't think it is a great idea, but it sure is fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_Zcuk_4QzgSTTEOORDb9VSfrcGmkmz3u2RlrAmngs9Ux56HeMadQOu8RaKooLS6NGsr2fkTTEa75d8u5bi3AcTu2zFJcrjzr8dVB2kSVA3D_38o7toU3-hDLfsCHSwY6TdhdVdLQjUqi/s1600/IMG_1378.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_Zcuk_4QzgSTTEOORDb9VSfrcGmkmz3u2RlrAmngs9Ux56HeMadQOu8RaKooLS6NGsr2fkTTEa75d8u5bi3AcTu2zFJcrjzr8dVB2kSVA3D_38o7toU3-hDLfsCHSwY6TdhdVdLQjUqi/s320/IMG_1378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115212664770354" /></a>Some people even say I am cute too. What do you think? I really like this pink hat. It is my favorite to play with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jCUQTTPDy8Ltwng_HW5JVb8evODtKC2vEqg0hv2t1OLzG2Xlq8k09t2yYXewqLP_D7cc36YjcxFEPKImraR_0nvv1oAHBbvFS7KJzMrl4Cjyf_FPpKa-_6U0oJVDfRd41mRUIOsDDKko/s1600/IMG_1429.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jCUQTTPDy8Ltwng_HW5JVb8evODtKC2vEqg0hv2t1OLzG2Xlq8k09t2yYXewqLP_D7cc36YjcxFEPKImraR_0nvv1oAHBbvFS7KJzMrl4Cjyf_FPpKa-_6U0oJVDfRd41mRUIOsDDKko/s320/IMG_1429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115195795471538" /></a>A new friend of mine let me play with her dress-up clothes and that was a blast! How come we don't dress like this everyday? I think Mommy would look great in a skirt like this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UaptGXLb7uaLqIjRY_94eYzB66ygCYPIPAeprcgC33Wv8eVCc9FPDqFsjvosFZWtH6YnjKQX-cBjFtRBFa2ShyaaEslLHLU7nhnsIzBcGvMkA0CjXgz5EYKJv32F6zHZbBhpsV_4cgA-/s1600/IMG_1464.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UaptGXLb7uaLqIjRY_94eYzB66ygCYPIPAeprcgC33Wv8eVCc9FPDqFsjvosFZWtH6YnjKQX-cBjFtRBFa2ShyaaEslLHLU7nhnsIzBcGvMkA0CjXgz5EYKJv32F6zHZbBhpsV_4cgA-/s320/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115190340173250" /></a>Well, just wanted to give you a little update! We are having fun as always. Maybe we will slow down some so that Mommy can update you more. But even though she is busy, I think she is having fun too. We hope your lives are fun and exciting too! Have a wonderful week!</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-47327982887464017662010-08-03T14:05:00.000-07:002010-08-03T14:28:09.713-07:00Curious Emma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy8AYsKgwQnoyBbxTYOcsYFY8X7_orEabU6fUpNc8M90feIH0N-p35R-VwFyeEO0MEEcSuR1pNq-zqVCVtwFPIOJyHKEzOGiwyLpDrtSYf4PAIkqA1c1Eb7K-91kCp-KagZDRBdSIi3ir/s1600/IMG_0966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy8AYsKgwQnoyBbxTYOcsYFY8X7_orEabU6fUpNc8M90feIH0N-p35R-VwFyeEO0MEEcSuR1pNq-zqVCVtwFPIOJyHKEzOGiwyLpDrtSYf4PAIkqA1c1Eb7K-91kCp-KagZDRBdSIi3ir/s320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501293274854737346" /></a>This is Emma. She is a good little girl and always very curious. Emma always likes to watch her Mommy cook. All kinds of good smells come from the kitchen when Mommy cooks. Mommy cooks all kinds of good tasting food like pizza, spaghetti, and chicken! Emma's favorite is always noodles. Emma especially enjoys noodles when they are completely covered in cheese! <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mommy uses lots of different pots and pans and spoons and spatulas. Sometimes, Emma gets to play with the pots and pans and she imagines cooking the most wonderful foods! Everyone loves to eat Emma's food. She holds the best tea parties her Mommy and Daddy have ever seen. However, her biggest fan and most often dinner guest is her sister, Erin. Erin thinks Emma is the best cook ever. She is even better than Mommy because imaginary food always taste better than the real thing, because you never have to eat your vegetables when you pretend.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>One day, Emma was watching Mommy cook. "Wow! What are in all those little bottles?" Emma wondered. Over and over again, Mommy would pick up these little bottles and shake them over the pan. Emma was curious. What ever was in those bottles must make the food taste so good. "Maybe," Emma thought, "those bottles have a secret ingredient that makes the food taste yummy or maybe it is magic." She had to find out.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>That afternoon when Mommy had to change Erin's diaper again, she told Emma, "You stay here and be a good little girl and I'll be right back. And don't be too curious." Emma remembered the magic bottles. She wanted to know what was in those make-everything-taste-good bottles. Quickly, she stretched up on her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tippy</span>-toes and reached her hand far above her head to the counter beside the stove. There! That was it! She had it! Now she would know the secret and really be able to impress Erin. Emma quietly made her way to the living room ottoman, which was her stove. How could she find out what was inside this bottle? It looked like red sand. How could red sand make food so special? She tried to do exactly like she remembered Mommy doing. She shook and shook and shook. Now the whole ottoman was covered with red powdery sand, but nothing was happening. Maybe if she tasted it. Emma covered her hands in the mysterious powder. She was really having fun now. She thoughtfully licked her hand. It definitely tasted different than usual but not like spaghetti or chicken. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Just then, Mommy came in and saw the red powder which was all over the ottoman and Emma. After washing Emma's face and hands, Mommy explained that the red powder was a spice called paprika. Spices go into the food to make it taste better. Mommy says there is no magic in cooking, but Emma is still convinced that something special takes place over that kitchen stove.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0KROo_T8_tPM7-eeAzgqHOCvsAYXF4PFx_ckaKiZuRmso2CC_6V7HUU_RIL8-P06_U0L55vYF6Y1Fyc6ohyXup4a28-AjJIFCNcm3CG08ekbVmrHt1oGzDZh04m9p1hId04t3V-SZ-eH/s1600/IMG_0973.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0KROo_T8_tPM7-eeAzgqHOCvsAYXF4PFx_ckaKiZuRmso2CC_6V7HUU_RIL8-P06_U0L55vYF6Y1Fyc6ohyXup4a28-AjJIFCNcm3CG08ekbVmrHt1oGzDZh04m9p1hId04t3V-SZ-eH/s320/IMG_0973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501293266409152946" /></a>Just a side note! Erin will not be overshadowed or outrun by Emma, she is walking! She is also just as curious as her big sister. I'm sure this will not be the last episode of the Curious Barnett girls.</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-22388772263491343412010-07-26T09:05:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:06:14.729-07:00Vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPTZd5hrLjAsnvzvuHTPpqbn_WzjZQw-Hb-Oeip8ngqJQ_nbuGsKEGSnV_o0naOfb3gD3TC7DsgWimiLCZ8wkKiFhEBX2vwekThgW-CtWBaoUA-H62jEiGhW4J6PnLhyBNyqYVY5TiHw2/s1600/DSCN4173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPTZd5hrLjAsnvzvuHTPpqbn_WzjZQw-Hb-Oeip8ngqJQ_nbuGsKEGSnV_o0naOfb3gD3TC7DsgWimiLCZ8wkKiFhEBX2vwekThgW-CtWBaoUA-H62jEiGhW4J6PnLhyBNyqYVY5TiHw2/s320/DSCN4173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498253819515679010" /></a>We just got back from our travels to Toronto, Canada to see friends of ours, Daniel and Adina, and their daughter, Salome. We had a wonderful time. It was great to get away from the normal and do fun things with our friends and our little girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk51rus2xpGcTJZqU7tQnvrZpGK0jcY99iwqoLN4uJO2K81dFfB21tajhImZG75GUSfZjh33CBzlw3zvp_vkKQGsOiuRsDKglTw3m0hSIeFVSyk3UZubffgpcuMYLSs4dqYuJI2pEwj3Ln/s1600/IMG_0764.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk51rus2xpGcTJZqU7tQnvrZpGK0jcY99iwqoLN4uJO2K81dFfB21tajhImZG75GUSfZjh33CBzlw3zvp_vkKQGsOiuRsDKglTw3m0hSIeFVSyk3UZubffgpcuMYLSs4dqYuJI2pEwj3Ln/s320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498253806487672210" /></a>We went to a safari park and saw all kinds of animals and the girls had the most fun playing with the rocks, go figure.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRbI4Mui_hfL7IpaiPzyTVee9dmdRNf4BOJS8pEw5YOPUSTsMBhzKPGmU59wy3EOPBa4loPu32ZJS9drMMOdgp2B36dFO2hWDXDA85GnF0ZSeoNjKWW8Nrp7VeRRe2hf3kCtxroWRuViJ/s1600/IMG_0778.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRbI4Mui_hfL7IpaiPzyTVee9dmdRNf4BOJS8pEw5YOPUSTsMBhzKPGmU59wy3EOPBa4loPu32ZJS9drMMOdgp2B36dFO2hWDXDA85GnF0ZSeoNjKWW8Nrp7VeRRe2hf3kCtxroWRuViJ/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498253798100148466" /></a>Emma loved the elephants, but when they came this close she lost all interest. However, she did touch it even though it was kind of against her will.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQBoUGEM8e2DyGC5PPxcyztv-M_sQJrMh0CrGUPPZV7-Qw4uOr1gGpbdMzYlBNFLyMgnlSRYx6__rCE_BHSGA2eqM4bW50QnAU2m_Hu6hSWesSgShqfNql8-qpprC0LdU4N_A7CA2hkt2/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQBoUGEM8e2DyGC5PPxcyztv-M_sQJrMh0CrGUPPZV7-Qw4uOr1gGpbdMzYlBNFLyMgnlSRYx6__rCE_BHSGA2eqM4bW50QnAU2m_Hu6hSWesSgShqfNql8-qpprC0LdU4N_A7CA2hkt2/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498253790095173186" /></a>The only thing that was keeping her this close to that goat was her Daddy's arm. The goats loved Emma though, but they liked Bryan's shirt better (they were eating his clothes).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi1dnR5lCLJTNsGOApzEXlZq1ZUkbQ2Lh8yTKYqYlOqKu-nNfunsiaYBGg_Nj0GYVBk-fzP7kKS5u1ZlqdZv0B_MxPzguBE9_kBUdkEX8b5s-yUlf9p1hvKrtT1gkbQ3TOQRgufgS8UFp/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi1dnR5lCLJTNsGOApzEXlZq1ZUkbQ2Lh8yTKYqYlOqKu-nNfunsiaYBGg_Nj0GYVBk-fzP7kKS5u1ZlqdZv0B_MxPzguBE9_kBUdkEX8b5s-yUlf9p1hvKrtT1gkbQ3TOQRgufgS8UFp/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498253774913294722" /></a>Erin has no fear yet and just reached out and grabbed a hold of that goat's ear. The goat has probably developed a new fear since our visit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiXGvG6FXtFCo-J07P3oWpz9BjBfjPBaR53As6i49nJhaP5uAJ4jt1jz1Ym3ISbuTGsm0Dq6ty6TzOBZrjm5b16ceYnBpRsBhFN4kFho-9J3uUVfrbMwql5daK4eVp10QEjcqjr7zxbVp/s1600/IMG_0820.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiXGvG6FXtFCo-J07P3oWpz9BjBfjPBaR53As6i49nJhaP5uAJ4jt1jz1Ym3ISbuTGsm0Dq6ty6TzOBZrjm5b16ceYnBpRsBhFN4kFho-9J3uUVfrbMwql5daK4eVp10QEjcqjr7zxbVp/s320/IMG_0820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251999801280306" /></a>Emma and her new friend, Salome played very well together. Emma really enjoyed having someone else around her size to run around with and imitate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrq_RTO3QUjphiJv1wKGcQ5j7RyVVW_R_FLkhNyclzbNxRckGOo7fXewhtbrxqISiYKSPHMyPcHRxruyZsX1-bRq5HTF7eEPbeEhVc2347ojOxdKAMqBYuiC8Xwmj7jS5iSONweKtmrU1/s1600/DSCN4271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrq_RTO3QUjphiJv1wKGcQ5j7RyVVW_R_FLkhNyclzbNxRckGOo7fXewhtbrxqISiYKSPHMyPcHRxruyZsX1-bRq5HTF7eEPbeEhVc2347ojOxdKAMqBYuiC8Xwmj7jS5iSONweKtmrU1/s320/DSCN4271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251995042420850" /></a>On our way home, we stopped by the Children's museum in Pittsburgh. The curious George exhibit was in and we had a blast! Emma loves George.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3yko7Y_tMtSJ93AD2SFHhWXy_pFr9dNTMTIphfmDjCSVDKgcdfgMvojSOPU1Y0osjrbp3yIQ6jqUWPTjS3R1rZoqnRMuiqKXMHOx3o7AKpV3PKtWED0VeurxnNzLzunOYwj8v1QdVggz/s1600/DSCN4320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3yko7Y_tMtSJ93AD2SFHhWXy_pFr9dNTMTIphfmDjCSVDKgcdfgMvojSOPU1Y0osjrbp3yIQ6jqUWPTjS3R1rZoqnRMuiqKXMHOx3o7AKpV3PKtWED0VeurxnNzLzunOYwj8v1QdVggz/s320/DSCN4320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251985610969282" /></a>She splashed around in the water on the third floor, until we finally pulled her away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC-qWNM965mdFjdSChwFOaZd6KfxkZOU6VasnNr4qonW3tRzutY4XkyDjdwBtL0IskiG1nxRfaAxAP_FUS7T5OXujCzXKr2eEwzDdwG1pMFj4YyqRLniTzXLVPgeYRzIG061vybxIb2-e/s1600/IMG_0866.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC-qWNM965mdFjdSChwFOaZd6KfxkZOU6VasnNr4qonW3tRzutY4XkyDjdwBtL0IskiG1nxRfaAxAP_FUS7T5OXujCzXKr2eEwzDdwG1pMFj4YyqRLniTzXLVPgeYRzIG061vybxIb2-e/s1600/IMG_0866.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC-qWNM965mdFjdSChwFOaZd6KfxkZOU6VasnNr4qonW3tRzutY4XkyDjdwBtL0IskiG1nxRfaAxAP_FUS7T5OXujCzXKr2eEwzDdwG1pMFj4YyqRLniTzXLVPgeYRzIG061vybxIb2-e/s320/IMG_0866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251974517493282" /></a>One more stop at Stonewall Lake in West Virginia. It was hot!!!!! We braved the boat ride anyway and enjoyed retreating inside for dinner afterwards.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1jgOJvFX5SDek0IA-KYDhjWzauHqMFFi2orBpz52WcgfoTs46qGfBIuwHjMaB9Mxp_0gwKKX-Je_MIFgdCiSMc5zdFslQsXDJSakSMylnhRXXVl9xA_b4gfXYeTAIQZbjhquhlpyhVrP/s1600/IMG_0862.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1jgOJvFX5SDek0IA-KYDhjWzauHqMFFi2orBpz52WcgfoTs46qGfBIuwHjMaB9Mxp_0gwKKX-Je_MIFgdCiSMc5zdFslQsXDJSakSMylnhRXXVl9xA_b4gfXYeTAIQZbjhquhlpyhVrP/s320/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251963995772498" /></a>After all our travels and busy activities, the girls really had the most fun hanging out and playing with each other. Here Erin is playing in the entertainment center at the hotel and they also enjoyed playing in the shower! All in all, a good time was had by all and we are so grateful to Daniel, Adina, and Salome for their generosity and hospitality.</div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-52488192368985122952010-07-05T07:39:00.001-07:002010-07-05T08:17:50.925-07:00Lots of pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AUFOiL68XIHxzkDQiIjsA2ImrKO8ExSAxZxfDRzI1x6sByqqsTQDGkc2eFNKquDMH7urJc1AWZWH6pvZwtKfo14EXILYhI6mLtIl9XDMdNrrIUMFZn_tLGo1QtiOTA3JYMGGL-0i55hn/s1600/IMG_6573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AUFOiL68XIHxzkDQiIjsA2ImrKO8ExSAxZxfDRzI1x6sByqqsTQDGkc2eFNKquDMH7urJc1AWZWH6pvZwtKfo14EXILYhI6mLtIl9XDMdNrrIUMFZn_tLGo1QtiOTA3JYMGGL-0i55hn/s320/IMG_6573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438135014831138" /></a>We had the girls' pictures made the other day and we couldn't get over how well they turned out. Here are just a few of my favorites. There are a lot of pictures on this blog, but I hope you enjoy glimpsing into moments of our life with two sweet, curious, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mischievous</span>, fun blessings from God.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o8C4m9ncy98OTo7wMASkEQI1cKHQn4kdzBz8Ze3CNfZGw389IcF_BV8awPEOiu772M8jM4-t_eFfzWVKAPHjErycBLCET_Se3WWK4zEPMiqkej1Hmrsq2sG8R68vBlO20Ipu6yadU8Od/s1600/IMG_6571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o8C4m9ncy98OTo7wMASkEQI1cKHQn4kdzBz8Ze3CNfZGw389IcF_BV8awPEOiu772M8jM4-t_eFfzWVKAPHjErycBLCET_Se3WWK4zEPMiqkej1Hmrsq2sG8R68vBlO20Ipu6yadU8Od/s320/IMG_6571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438124935878002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5AuI_YVBJXbu5iVSF7rjBcffGW6XQs0IthNZSmDH2juyrwBzQjVISILIQFxxY50mpV1VjUpfIEzWEkk_ugAm8_rzG8mzJP3VeODOmkID5XteUSQKvu2HPl-Gty5MgXyGTN5gVMtUO6zE/s1600/IMG_6562.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5AuI_YVBJXbu5iVSF7rjBcffGW6XQs0IthNZSmDH2juyrwBzQjVISILIQFxxY50mpV1VjUpfIEzWEkk_ugAm8_rzG8mzJP3VeODOmkID5XteUSQKvu2HPl-Gty5MgXyGTN5gVMtUO6zE/s320/IMG_6562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438107133952386" /></a>It took us a while to get this picture. Emma kept hugging too fast and Erin kept pulling away sure that Emma was up to some mischief. After this long living with her, Erin knew Emma was probably pulling a fast one on her. After all, she is a pacifier thief and I'm not sure but Erin might remember being bitten by her precious sister.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSNHB4kw0EuT7UgBMlx-p2n9_Nl9BkOsZlFAFHxA0Ta9A7aLRr6v5TkuyLzGeIbBsqxKkdtzpz69g-9aqx4v-1bDl2OmzKLrLizHRPRiX3arj4iT7vljBqcZbrNxNQ4Lq9rK7X92tFXL9/s1600/IMG_6590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSNHB4kw0EuT7UgBMlx-p2n9_Nl9BkOsZlFAFHxA0Ta9A7aLRr6v5TkuyLzGeIbBsqxKkdtzpz69g-9aqx4v-1bDl2OmzKLrLizHRPRiX3arj4iT7vljBqcZbrNxNQ4Lq9rK7X92tFXL9/s320/IMG_6590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438090027838194" /></a>This is Bryan's favorite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_wUrREE2hjPniBZfvf-gyODS4kWC8ehxBJSlOUUoTGWs689DkOob3Ehpb1nA5CosdPWQf4sQ-k7ug-CSiogA-QmwrAssTdck0tNYQFYAp_kEfT4GoDXqBUSmwDXJ3snqLwWFhNWy3R84/s1600/IMG_6580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_wUrREE2hjPniBZfvf-gyODS4kWC8ehxBJSlOUUoTGWs689DkOob3Ehpb1nA5CosdPWQf4sQ-k7ug-CSiogA-QmwrAssTdck0tNYQFYAp_kEfT4GoDXqBUSmwDXJ3snqLwWFhNWy3R84/s320/IMG_6580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435777766518354" /></a>Emma kept sticking out her tongue. I think because she knew she was cute. What a ham.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP4k33qZEnmUrbx39jn-7sbih_4MMMQ26_jwIavMBR-jZXUQChLogzgnjA5UQUZa7ImakVxvdWhnzVAfw5vzvqwIjYcn4Or44LRoZs-aqfWtWbH9oeh6EcGa0w0oZ3MqAucCHHLlH6hBb/s1600/IMG_6549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP4k33qZEnmUrbx39jn-7sbih_4MMMQ26_jwIavMBR-jZXUQChLogzgnjA5UQUZa7ImakVxvdWhnzVAfw5vzvqwIjYcn4Or44LRoZs-aqfWtWbH9oeh6EcGa0w0oZ3MqAucCHHLlH6hBb/s320/IMG_6549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435770946228370" /></a>Tea parties, life with little girls would be incomplete without them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh5VxiQ3f29jvSYddHihwLD83nMCPHtQwWfAdHvsRGyGHzP84IGtdMC0w-0sOtfdPOaOeJtS0aQdv5LLUOdSSwivdtykN8pNrfBjxVohDx2pj82OxkiOY3oKslfFGQjv_smZ_CxqPZoWY/s1600/IMG_6639.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh5VxiQ3f29jvSYddHihwLD83nMCPHtQwWfAdHvsRGyGHzP84IGtdMC0w-0sOtfdPOaOeJtS0aQdv5LLUOdSSwivdtykN8pNrfBjxVohDx2pj82OxkiOY3oKslfFGQjv_smZ_CxqPZoWY/s320/IMG_6639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435756525882978" /></a>There's that tongue again. Her cute look.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBM17eR__kFlRGbnzVuoLFw2dj-PlSdmcVTT5yp6LK3GoXOqti_Tzmwu-YRJGz_rbdEMCRe-Nf0Aa2l7lZYj2giE5fNcP4HNXH3Ka3MQg4R_7mRmrkjV9X3QVPm_A7YQK0etgG5f6N-Ec/s1600/IMG_6629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBM17eR__kFlRGbnzVuoLFw2dj-PlSdmcVTT5yp6LK3GoXOqti_Tzmwu-YRJGz_rbdEMCRe-Nf0Aa2l7lZYj2giE5fNcP4HNXH3Ka3MQg4R_7mRmrkjV9X3QVPm_A7YQK0etgG5f6N-Ec/s320/IMG_6629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435748635788418" /></a>What a cutie pie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BoE412rHL-Dc8aFsSG_j8yHJMiWUlwKoWnOpBTE5cvcFo8Rx4SlnjgdwZI9V2G3N9ZN21_g-7Y-GMOTk3PskMCGexJoeBRI5Im-xvE6yekq2E7-6ayLaIBp03on2SMC-kjzbAHNxZ4bS/s1600/IMG_6603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BoE412rHL-Dc8aFsSG_j8yHJMiWUlwKoWnOpBTE5cvcFo8Rx4SlnjgdwZI9V2G3N9ZN21_g-7Y-GMOTk3PskMCGexJoeBRI5Im-xvE6yekq2E7-6ayLaIBp03on2SMC-kjzbAHNxZ4bS/s320/IMG_6603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435740051913730" /></a>I love this one. We are so blessed with such a wonderful place to take pictures. I cannot believe this is where we live! God has blessed us beyond imagination. We could never thank him enough.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjffM5UaMyEAF-YG3vfImFw_-l8IbIOCYR2FwsNvz9cWAp582qvEVv_iY8OF7CTzAUvbgIeHFm4VIvP4odh15QlpQdnfCMLtK84ljtMgtJSnCtj15wAzWBgTveHvAgDGzFQw6bT43NG3O3/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjffM5UaMyEAF-YG3vfImFw_-l8IbIOCYR2FwsNvz9cWAp582qvEVv_iY8OF7CTzAUvbgIeHFm4VIvP4odh15QlpQdnfCMLtK84ljtMgtJSnCtj15wAzWBgTveHvAgDGzFQw6bT43NG3O3/s320/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433938958599346" /></a>There we are! That is a lot of personality in one picture!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoErbsF8hcd_0AOuAlsSr3u36GyUaYn-rJxfDwAtNAXHqv6ZyPj0qqzsQXXjfkJqvZi0W7oa14Y5gwcUbDa24hTqBeM_0xbivJfNmjSthhQaAfCRWxcbNRLRuGgPkndUql_re3vkXde_nk/s1600/DSCN4118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoErbsF8hcd_0AOuAlsSr3u36GyUaYn-rJxfDwAtNAXHqv6ZyPj0qqzsQXXjfkJqvZi0W7oa14Y5gwcUbDa24hTqBeM_0xbivJfNmjSthhQaAfCRWxcbNRLRuGgPkndUql_re3vkXde_nk/s320/DSCN4118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433929058574402" /></a>The fourth of July is always a big occasion for us. We hold a soccer tournament and cookout for the Mexicans that we minister to during the year through English lessons and Bible study. It was very hot, but we have about 80 come out and they had a great time playing soccer. Emma and Erin did really well and had a blast. Emma made a new friend and earned his affection (as much as a 2 year old boy can give) by taking him chips.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PhwaFoWRW0ZIahLR9A2lQ_AeQjpEBat-AN4X4nTqI2sUVBazdVbdvxrc8txSUiAZAdGlAG3F7Cxrt54ykPhxFKk8QMkJ6yYMUgRPqa70dLR0oImqtOCfiPFUKoyyLwlrANTZxMAN09Zk/s1600/DSCN4114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PhwaFoWRW0ZIahLR9A2lQ_AeQjpEBat-AN4X4nTqI2sUVBazdVbdvxrc8txSUiAZAdGlAG3F7Cxrt54ykPhxFKk8QMkJ6yYMUgRPqa70dLR0oImqtOCfiPFUKoyyLwlrANTZxMAN09Zk/s320/DSCN4114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433920270801202" /></a>Emma and Erin both love watermelon. She was enjoying some time with her Daddy after he spent all morning cooking at the grill.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHlIA1at2InkHbtIFuRXGLGHjoulO_oNAOMkaDZO5WBvU76V-ytHeVq5Lq2AVLh2HrWzx-EeZmNyte_IGmQubtACfvnlglL0WGwP0T290WjOJPxIQCmTlAH_p4SiPOMXm5GzHNT57JQwt/s1600/DSCN4093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHlIA1at2InkHbtIFuRXGLGHjoulO_oNAOMkaDZO5WBvU76V-ytHeVq5Lq2AVLh2HrWzx-EeZmNyte_IGmQubtACfvnlglL0WGwP0T290WjOJPxIQCmTlAH_p4SiPOMXm5GzHNT57JQwt/s320/DSCN4093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433906257488626" /></a>My big stander-upper! She is so close to walking. She isn't even crawling on her knees anymore. She crawls on her hands and tiptoes. She can't wait to go running after Emma. Boy, can I wait a little bit longer for that to happen!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kr6nC4USAokkMnHvxXOedRatIiKjOXlwWx1lNkB29y3tpVoUjLBSI8V8gg_SPYE0-l1BEzzMk_31C5b2BF71xCollrWEVDzJ4K8VnrmAfzgaXESiP8rPDRzAiCdshVe4VOtZPYS2gGpv/s1600/RSCN4086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kr6nC4USAokkMnHvxXOedRatIiKjOXlwWx1lNkB29y3tpVoUjLBSI8V8gg_SPYE0-l1BEzzMk_31C5b2BF71xCollrWEVDzJ4K8VnrmAfzgaXESiP8rPDRzAiCdshVe4VOtZPYS2gGpv/s320/RSCN4086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490433893471815650" /></a>Well, we hope you all had as much fun as we did! We are loving our summer and our already dreading seeing it come to an end. But we are going to juice all the fun out of it while it is here. Have a wonderful summer and thank God for every blessed moment of it!Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-88900624780579490002010-06-11T07:48:00.001-07:002010-06-11T08:17:03.301-07:00Summer is here<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NZWKcGOov-RFowQUe9WYGelr9Nnblb9MO0fUcBzfvyRIWuh1IsIINTQwzbhHPp9akIWd3dOGtdJOQyprZL5JzTUjsxSbhsBiEGyOFEU-yDPTtNfEgyT27Issge2eHZvIhDBHs9-ow1HR/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NZWKcGOov-RFowQUe9WYGelr9Nnblb9MO0fUcBzfvyRIWuh1IsIINTQwzbhHPp9akIWd3dOGtdJOQyprZL5JzTUjsxSbhsBiEGyOFEU-yDPTtNfEgyT27Issge2eHZvIhDBHs9-ow1HR/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530227867538706" /></a>Summer has finally arrived and we are very excited to have Daddy home with us. He is very busy planning for his classes next year, but it is very nice to have him close by. Our days are full of ordinary tasks and fun activities made even better with two small children. Excuse me one moment. Yes, Emma. "Momma, Sassy, Sassy." No, Emma we will watch Lassie later. We have watched that episode 50 times this morning, let's let Lassie rest. <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFWUT5czKMbdJzuFjJMtWbx2cGUT0fz9lsiCFy_Y4as4u1U2jvkVeM6k_34coVI5OCJ6N4zTiqMmv1p5hVcC4DTIHWUQzvyMLuhHhTen5VEl6v0GnrhQhmSX_4nK6b2A5frrWjHf8ueJn/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFWUT5czKMbdJzuFjJMtWbx2cGUT0fz9lsiCFy_Y4as4u1U2jvkVeM6k_34coVI5OCJ6N4zTiqMmv1p5hVcC4DTIHWUQzvyMLuhHhTen5VEl6v0GnrhQhmSX_4nK6b2A5frrWjHf8ueJn/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFWUT5czKMbdJzuFjJMtWbx2cGUT0fz9lsiCFy_Y4as4u1U2jvkVeM6k_34coVI5OCJ6N4zTiqMmv1p5hVcC4DTIHWUQzvyMLuhHhTen5VEl6v0GnrhQhmSX_4nK6b2A5frrWjHf8ueJn/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530223726532946" /></a>As you can see, Emma is finding the joy of playing ("ae, ae" a word she says every time we go anywhere) especially with other children. She is becoming quite the little character. Erin is developing her own sweet personality as well. She loves Emma and cracks up at her on a daily basis. Emma is her constant source of entertainment. Oh, wait a minute! Erin, get that paper out of your mouth! Yucky! Emma: "ucky, ucky. Momma, craka, cheese, and craka, eeeese." That's very nice of you to say please, but honey we just ate breakfast, give mommy a minute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxrKokhjAhvNyvt_QUo19iO2meYdFFrUJ8FpXVp6cXLqFUm-W5ZkvYCAZx6fYThUzsEvBa3THB69tfJnnX5CaoeNtoUDxztNi1Bhv1054a9fFwEu_1SF0MnwOXH0QDczXeyLw3jfPMYRY/s1600/IMG_0109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxrKokhjAhvNyvt_QUo19iO2meYdFFrUJ8FpXVp6cXLqFUm-W5ZkvYCAZx6fYThUzsEvBa3THB69tfJnnX5CaoeNtoUDxztNi1Bhv1054a9fFwEu_1SF0MnwOXH0QDczXeyLw3jfPMYRY/s320/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530220572086050" /></a>Anyway, as I was saying, we have really enjoyed the warm weather with the girls. They got a little swimming pool and we have been in it several times. Erin really likes to sit in it and splash, Emma enjoys getting in and out much more than just staying in. How boring!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YLfbzev1FeuKP0dT_cCckGYuFQWwY_xfpi6pmeE1TuTxJDcrYidt-UNUyhVBpIPMtsHynJ01lbEXv6P3NxnBRcYRc2ozzXkJXse7Pbv0PikvHjWrHoArMkmZWE9ZgVzNB42AhdJnxHwe/s1600/IMG_0110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YLfbzev1FeuKP0dT_cCckGYuFQWwY_xfpi6pmeE1TuTxJDcrYidt-UNUyhVBpIPMtsHynJ01lbEXv6P3NxnBRcYRc2ozzXkJXse7Pbv0PikvHjWrHoArMkmZWE9ZgVzNB42AhdJnxHwe/s320/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530213470567090" /></a>One of her times actually in the pool. "Momma, Momma! " Yes, Emma. Mommy is busy. What do you need? "owside, owside." Yes, we will go outside later. Give me another minute. Erin, Erin, be careful, you will fall. Just a minute, please. Ok, I'm back from rescuing a child out of a precarious situation.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdgdaCU0L6kDAJmsqfPtxqveVKByJ3GDbnKY68z2rn48K9WjQzcpKI5voK5tUgomTxTdQ3Grr8FgyThIwvT-lkuEiVtynywtL_GvrVqaQGbcH9Ckd99EZ97Rk9eOJGR084_KAUzL2HMlT/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdgdaCU0L6kDAJmsqfPtxqveVKByJ3GDbnKY68z2rn48K9WjQzcpKI5voK5tUgomTxTdQ3Grr8FgyThIwvT-lkuEiVtynywtL_GvrVqaQGbcH9Ckd99EZ97Rk9eOJGR084_KAUzL2HMlT/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530206313263074" /></a>OK, where was I? Oh, yes, playing. What more to say? With two little children they keep us moving all the time. I can already say, this summer is going to be a blast!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf5sRzG4_SWZ3H1eTY_hQV1wTmf3Gq-OXPKjd2mm51XaEQB66JHnJJGu4_0XzXvbmnhLM5jbAQRQXTNYeV73FDUaYG55J5RWCQ1mH0wnwlHB-3DLzhYcRTZu0BJ0sFkAcQ7ptvD76cXbF/s1600/IMG_0152.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf5sRzG4_SWZ3H1eTY_hQV1wTmf3Gq-OXPKjd2mm51XaEQB66JHnJJGu4_0XzXvbmnhLM5jbAQRQXTNYeV73FDUaYG55J5RWCQ1mH0wnwlHB-3DLzhYcRTZu0BJ0sFkAcQ7ptvD76cXbF/s320/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528993510094802" /></a>Who wouldn't have a blast with a cutie like that? Erin laughs at everything and now that she is crawling is getting into everything. It is a full time job keeping her safe from herself, much less a rough big sister.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOF_9mYE2T-7Bo44Fo9ityZ35LAXrqrrDQiJ3HQLfx4VKNU-_p6neBV561vTr5yFT2ecWPD1BoWqBngTieZeK1CHOvxEawoJ7V_S1d3ym647e3Nx6qTZAXiKTyqfY3aiZ5YENRfAgF1S5L/s1600/IMG_0172.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOF_9mYE2T-7Bo44Fo9ityZ35LAXrqrrDQiJ3HQLfx4VKNU-_p6neBV561vTr5yFT2ecWPD1BoWqBngTieZeK1CHOvxEawoJ7V_S1d3ym647e3Nx6qTZAXiKTyqfY3aiZ5YENRfAgF1S5L/s320/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528980095898290" /></a>"Side, Momma, side" Yes, honey, that's a picture of a slide. You like to slide don't you? "es!" We will go out and slide later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjmQjs3UDTpG9a5OtDqfZBu9-JDnJl39TxTYZ1Gu5asbojPITZek45c3orr3yb9nsL7A-zAehBREGKfFjvL8BNyiiK05IX1pdRI3wh8vYT07UxHqZwy7E3gUXSW39U3vJLiIfWAr02frp/s1600/IMG_0193.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjmQjs3UDTpG9a5OtDqfZBu9-JDnJl39TxTYZ1Gu5asbojPITZek45c3orr3yb9nsL7A-zAehBREGKfFjvL8BNyiiK05IX1pdRI3wh8vYT07UxHqZwy7E3gUXSW39U3vJLiIfWAr02frp/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528971414004818" /></a>Popsicles!!!! This was the girls first experience with popsicles and they had a blast. It was a little cold for Erin, but that didn't keep her from going back for more.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFgrr94SeN2k7RLrWVLk0aSHKviPyjzHC3QK5iyKtoQwlzjmlBTAatA0qfNGcU1lk-tzlcWGujvBoBYUWAKxnt345po5mkdig75603jpGWnqP4qy2hB9_3JtgAAbNIhg6WJ5dqKWb7S5Y/s1600/IMG_0198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFgrr94SeN2k7RLrWVLk0aSHKviPyjzHC3QK5iyKtoQwlzjmlBTAatA0qfNGcU1lk-tzlcWGujvBoBYUWAKxnt345po5mkdig75603jpGWnqP4qy2hB9_3JtgAAbNIhg6WJ5dqKWb7S5Y/s320/IMG_0198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528962482514514" /></a>Miss Independent, did it all by herself. Can you tell? She looks like she has been in battle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseb_eekDLUF3Uh1A_-6NH4ddISnUBH2-vf5GmdlKNv9wxXGr2CymVa7VMwykakQYPondg5zoUOKCloYskFP6Pjw4hWW04UXQXljVxcecYCdxBkozpij1r4apfZ0134VIsnpZpqKOernNi/s1600/IMG_0225.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseb_eekDLUF3Uh1A_-6NH4ddISnUBH2-vf5GmdlKNv9wxXGr2CymVa7VMwykakQYPondg5zoUOKCloYskFP6Pjw4hWW04UXQXljVxcecYCdxBkozpij1r4apfZ0134VIsnpZpqKOernNi/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528955146458866" /></a>"Sercize, Momma, sercize. " OK, Emma, we will excersize. I know how much you love it. Well, I hope that let you in a little of our world, but I am needed and so I must bid say bye, bye,um I mean goodbye. Have a wonderful summer. I hope you have as much fun as we do!</div></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-16827451975211252562010-05-17T13:41:00.000-07:002010-05-17T14:06:53.973-07:00Extraordinary ordinary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg602-pmOOBFqFtqPl3wJNJY4yJUUY5dD-jbdwL6zTkT7lVHbPy1ikpGbLlRUOEYKKFO4SSA-1rpplfbaaXRSoULI1cWubcxxTdLOuXwmsIqZTT3hZOtDZGFO5aYh4_kyalLF_fLepvO19I/s1600/DSCN3891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg602-pmOOBFqFtqPl3wJNJY4yJUUY5dD-jbdwL6zTkT7lVHbPy1ikpGbLlRUOEYKKFO4SSA-1rpplfbaaXRSoULI1cWubcxxTdLOuXwmsIqZTT3hZOtDZGFO5aYh4_kyalLF_fLepvO19I/s320/DSCN3891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472344438869680562" /></a>Erin is crawling and pulling up to standing on anything she can get her little hands on. Emma and Erin are making quite a pair now. Emma loves to have someone to play with. She tries to hold Erin's hands and walk and dance with her. I believe Erin enjoys the playmate too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1stjRhR5FWkMnRIbCf7GNfWo4o5_dv_JmLJiVYO6S7GaIBfJxrY6xmosdeMpIIdheZJHIWPzUW3QuWilEob6SNtoCmHxuNMtkoSVi3-JCpw_ByS8lZfJ6SERX-xqfyRkZGLokqTAPvyN1/s1600/DSCN3887.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1stjRhR5FWkMnRIbCf7GNfWo4o5_dv_JmLJiVYO6S7GaIBfJxrY6xmosdeMpIIdheZJHIWPzUW3QuWilEob6SNtoCmHxuNMtkoSVi3-JCpw_ByS8lZfJ6SERX-xqfyRkZGLokqTAPvyN1/s320/DSCN3887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472344432933984290" /></a>This is a little backwards. Emma climbed in the bouncer and Erin stood up watching her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tRKLLhPGlJVKRLiLjXRgMGybiA3P0s7eWADT-Pyg7Vi0VFI8MtG_rwpcBHNOHCJ3PmfELmy_SKbOQONCPZxtT1UlFDXXas4A_nABTdPHO2MEqDGatle5Y3XWBVCMl6neoBtyBYZ4y3ID/s1600/DSCN3873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tRKLLhPGlJVKRLiLjXRgMGybiA3P0s7eWADT-Pyg7Vi0VFI8MtG_rwpcBHNOHCJ3PmfELmy_SKbOQONCPZxtT1UlFDXXas4A_nABTdPHO2MEqDGatle5Y3XWBVCMl6neoBtyBYZ4y3ID/s320/DSCN3873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472344427512716306" /></a>I am really enjoying this time with the girls. It can be exhausting and there is so much to be done, but I am trying to enjoy the every day because all too soon this time in their lives will be over. The other day we played with boxes and made necklaces and hats out of old oatmeal boxes. We put objects in and out of the trash bag box.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeDt39ad1hlcQvnFZPiFZpYkZ3mJwpnrI_AAqwT9jQgYfW6sBpXm_-b18ZB6QGFkZ5-UbX5q5R9rnBkimkFTu4MXIKePGOK4kXpPoIPn9ZuWeiI755f7jLl9_tYoHwQXXjdk02y4A1g22/s1600/RSCN3899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeDt39ad1hlcQvnFZPiFZpYkZ3mJwpnrI_AAqwT9jQgYfW6sBpXm_-b18ZB6QGFkZ5-UbX5q5R9rnBkimkFTu4MXIKePGOK4kXpPoIPn9ZuWeiI755f7jLl9_tYoHwQXXjdk02y4A1g22/s320/RSCN3899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472344419026244498" /></a>Emma modeling her beautiful oatmeal crown.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26Q6iRMV5ZXmLG9vl3KjgeseFrygIASbAHQA-Fd_JS-sFmnD-ePmAco7lD6hBL_TUSymftN2lCebPiJrBiMM_P5iHxbpvYizKCXlhxDhGAWq0t1IPu9dYD0sLZ_dyaCJ9glTZdWGknYjx/s1600/DSCN3912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26Q6iRMV5ZXmLG9vl3KjgeseFrygIASbAHQA-Fd_JS-sFmnD-ePmAco7lD6hBL_TUSymftN2lCebPiJrBiMM_P5iHxbpvYizKCXlhxDhGAWq0t1IPu9dYD0sLZ_dyaCJ9glTZdWGknYjx/s320/DSCN3912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472344414760842786" /></a>Emma is starting to enjoy playing tea. She pours and makes all the pouring noises. I love drinking her tea. Nothing has ever tasted so good.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpolAYRDuEkHZevDctNdMV6NuhBpKJCNZwoeHmBstIrHV7DF7hRpd40SSs0fD0Mhlabkgeur5CF2rY_Zl4VzOTBrPbN-Yf9faq5Lhco7FNlkFoDNruNVa_BOdjm6dsDbITT1oP4i-KSXb/s1600/DSCN3934.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpolAYRDuEkHZevDctNdMV6NuhBpKJCNZwoeHmBstIrHV7DF7hRpd40SSs0fD0Mhlabkgeur5CF2rY_Zl4VzOTBrPbN-Yf9faq5Lhco7FNlkFoDNruNVa_BOdjm6dsDbITT1oP4i-KSXb/s320/DSCN3934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343205350935170" /></a>I love to see this. Both girls standing together and playing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQRTrQa-B5KOAbFP7L_dlSU8yc3I9lFakxKDdvA41vOoiy-Rm-NIyj8wjLR_Znhwqejd8EIL_JsZmX0KOsycrfFWpbKEGDHPNDV8y74hb5s_otLaKhE1nG-xLl2UwJ0KryfcBuK6V4rFK/s1600/DSCN3915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQRTrQa-B5KOAbFP7L_dlSU8yc3I9lFakxKDdvA41vOoiy-Rm-NIyj8wjLR_Znhwqejd8EIL_JsZmX0KOsycrfFWpbKEGDHPNDV8y74hb5s_otLaKhE1nG-xLl2UwJ0KryfcBuK6V4rFK/s320/DSCN3915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343196301626850" /></a>Every day holds a different opportunity to make new memories for tomorrow. I wrapped Emma up in a wrap and watched her dance all over the kitchen floor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AX6am1_wirLF8z8KrnEtxF5eXjiuFaIvi2nX9UcU_jiFo1agV2p8D_iGZnNbZtD0i4MbrBVJdjjOkJs0l4XZFKk_RslR66z6oesnkzuR6uIUdkBpbk5kSRv2ZI_gWlh002e-fuFGGuAq/s1600/DSCN3889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AX6am1_wirLF8z8KrnEtxF5eXjiuFaIvi2nX9UcU_jiFo1agV2p8D_iGZnNbZtD0i4MbrBVJdjjOkJs0l4XZFKk_RslR66z6oesnkzuR6uIUdkBpbk5kSRv2ZI_gWlh002e-fuFGGuAq/s320/DSCN3889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343189974151682" /></a>We went to the grocery store together. I put Erin in the cart and Emma got to drive the car on the front. It is quite a lot for me to steer, but I didn't knock anything major down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uNKR-Kpu2gTbh0JAvqA52GxvBK_MnVd6ZKCn5rmcq57jJDwusKVUCQNwB8VMKvtpU_PfTYU9R9SwJu_QblDDepIwrau3UK2vGy9dhEKg4rgdNqOhMzpzWLyXmIRkb8fLfWlw4qx0GL6H/s1600/RSCN3903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uNKR-Kpu2gTbh0JAvqA52GxvBK_MnVd6ZKCn5rmcq57jJDwusKVUCQNwB8VMKvtpU_PfTYU9R9SwJu_QblDDepIwrau3UK2vGy9dhEKg4rgdNqOhMzpzWLyXmIRkb8fLfWlw4qx0GL6H/s320/RSCN3903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343183499496690" /></a>Listening to stories is something that Emma loves to do. She loves being around other children.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPCSyOvv0Egfjd0UNO66Q4orjCcUKFRfoGWTttfrxpTYVfRfrd8fFvFlJr83eC2PBQrbzMkDS755C2PqK6tWyIt26JsVD1vfW5L9ZWgrTKZcZSj8FHSXzRkKjjFLVGcKTBh5D-OZPk95I/s1600/DSCN3858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPCSyOvv0Egfjd0UNO66Q4orjCcUKFRfoGWTttfrxpTYVfRfrd8fFvFlJr83eC2PBQrbzMkDS755C2PqK6tWyIt26JsVD1vfW5L9ZWgrTKZcZSj8FHSXzRkKjjFLVGcKTBh5D-OZPk95I/s320/DSCN3858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472343172584607906" /></a>But they especially enjoy being around each other and I am relishing this time while I have them. Every day is ordinary with dishes and laundry always waiting, but every day is special with new discoveries waiting to be explored.Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-3651580098035240972010-05-10T13:29:00.000-07:002010-05-10T13:57:42.610-07:00Fun-filled weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbrcaYYK8oTTBoeBnP-kmadt0nZ5hf8JLiQpBZ7fIXyLA2SlSuTtQCVhhG1dxUNpqcunzimuXxaKh-uU1G3zrRU94jtS6YeLvRLcEmCaFS51LrA1ME3gwWTHCiAFdjze9KjXMcbI2XP3L/s1600/DSCN3765.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbrcaYYK8oTTBoeBnP-kmadt0nZ5hf8JLiQpBZ7fIXyLA2SlSuTtQCVhhG1dxUNpqcunzimuXxaKh-uU1G3zrRU94jtS6YeLvRLcEmCaFS51LrA1ME3gwWTHCiAFdjze9KjXMcbI2XP3L/s320/DSCN3765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469744141039344290" /></a>We had the opportunity to take Emma and Erin to the zoo in Pittsburgh this weekend with Bryan's biology class. We had a wonderful time. I continue to marvel at God's handiwork and creativity. The variety of animals we saw makes me praise a God whose hand made every single one and who has a personal interest in my life. I can only think that these creations automatically give praise to God because everyone that sees them can see a creative hand at work in their design.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lsH-lLeJoXfgCKKQue4B9mCetRxbAbgcEHDoyUkt6L4MxP0Wpgpl3akVOd3XCx0W4Z4LU2g7_MAZ-KbBMIqdpflUH6rNkML0ndG3HSRX-1d424oBA4Uw7tlPFYwf7Z3XLeGm3Ieay8m4/s1600/DSCN3746.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lsH-lLeJoXfgCKKQue4B9mCetRxbAbgcEHDoyUkt6L4MxP0Wpgpl3akVOd3XCx0W4Z4LU2g7_MAZ-KbBMIqdpflUH6rNkML0ndG3HSRX-1d424oBA4Uw7tlPFYwf7Z3XLeGm3Ieay8m4/s320/DSCN3746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469744115637548626" /></a>The same goes for my beautiful children. Every time I see them, I see a loving and creative God who saw fit to bless me with two wonderful little girls. When people comment on how beautiful they are, I can only say, "Praise the Lord." He is their creator and just as people can say they see me or Bryan in their faces, I see God's direct hand.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKIHLXPONO9-yd40qpWO_m8Rsrw3u-SvqKD_z5ZsHAu_clYJ2ICPW5F3IKpKyigNqVFmhg8wYXKqhks3JTwhiqQdPDOdvSfX07nGznVv_bs2cxQylT7yzOB-1GcPVccUcfgyAZQd7QcaI/s1600/DSCN3740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKIHLXPONO9-yd40qpWO_m8Rsrw3u-SvqKD_z5ZsHAu_clYJ2ICPW5F3IKpKyigNqVFmhg8wYXKqhks3JTwhiqQdPDOdvSfX07nGznVv_bs2cxQylT7yzOB-1GcPVccUcfgyAZQd7QcaI/s320/DSCN3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469744107742172466" /></a>My prayer is that God would be glorified by my life. When people look at me, I pray they can see God's hand directly involved in my every day happenings, even though crowds may not gather around and stare and take pictures of me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZt4MHqengNY2kxlkHDpQCdLD4cSrydCKU4v9a3gfXBdiDb6fJTeHb86LUNm-6fUfeCbEDHK7YjLzlNVLbJi-sj1e8E-4lIo8Qzgv0XOx1AA2R2SjtLel_dEL4aINqNCfKvPf5uji_gFW/s1600/DSCN3747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZt4MHqengNY2kxlkHDpQCdLD4cSrydCKU4v9a3gfXBdiDb6fJTeHb86LUNm-6fUfeCbEDHK7YjLzlNVLbJi-sj1e8E-4lIo8Qzgv0XOx1AA2R2SjtLel_dEL4aINqNCfKvPf5uji_gFW/s320/DSCN3747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469744100685865042" /></a>Emma really enjoyed the zoo. She looked intently at all the animals. I can only imagine what she was thinking. She must have been amazed to see all of these animals she had only seen in her books. Who knew? They are real!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1JJ9SrpVkpBJLLwzUNFXjz5Aa-61EZLn5e80bg9gvyj9A9UVJkfjQW8h2Bsvf3NzPu1HmAA8ey2TQz5sO2w6vsYzwTBCR3cxX9JI6squgptm9VPhJNH1vBcp3crjxG4elnpDXx-VF1YC/s1600/DSCN3756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1JJ9SrpVkpBJLLwzUNFXjz5Aa-61EZLn5e80bg9gvyj9A9UVJkfjQW8h2Bsvf3NzPu1HmAA8ey2TQz5sO2w6vsYzwTBCR3cxX9JI6squgptm9VPhJNH1vBcp3crjxG4elnpDXx-VF1YC/s320/DSCN3756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469744097165957474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7fRPk_2SRYcXVMbObIgS4lEQjkuM_vgt_ZxLIzoJcIrJmQXhr8ip3d0e0oa7pQCJihXUdIB7jpNPMkE8KRdQQtNQyq3MJzhTK0UpVPDIypJsdiI0ZU-pPd1wJeRUm7-KpmPBYy068HUN/s1600/DSCN3804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7fRPk_2SRYcXVMbObIgS4lEQjkuM_vgt_ZxLIzoJcIrJmQXhr8ip3d0e0oa7pQCJihXUdIB7jpNPMkE8KRdQQtNQyq3MJzhTK0UpVPDIypJsdiI0ZU-pPd1wJeRUm7-KpmPBYy068HUN/s320/DSCN3804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743118933479170" /></a>On Saturday, we went to Phipps Conservatory, an indoor botanical garden. Emma occasionally would sit down like she knew I wanted a picture. Here she is cheesing. We risked letting her out of the stroller and walk around. I was so afraid she would pick a rare and beautiful flower, but she did really well, except for having to chase her down a couple of times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzi67dAMgE_ib9qiySihM80cVOFw0ZNd7QIqGVr29WUWQ_sh242sUeB3H7agp78pwHGVf3PO3OZ8F9ICPPAheTVSKG6Qd_RaUH9_Wf6Jc0pUxP4Hvop_avFADCH29i5tsOjDSsPT6wK6GN/s1600/DSCN3831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzi67dAMgE_ib9qiySihM80cVOFw0ZNd7QIqGVr29WUWQ_sh242sUeB3H7agp78pwHGVf3PO3OZ8F9ICPPAheTVSKG6Qd_RaUH9_Wf6Jc0pUxP4Hvop_avFADCH29i5tsOjDSsPT6wK6GN/s320/DSCN3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743108377791090" /></a>Emma and Erin enjoying each other and the view.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsQdVjhwZV1DOncF3vAUB192fIOQFcN_sgPGc9ZekB_R7HsKrLvqKx6UJxqTOl5HLEQE4AlRP5qVwUF6oO3GttBf90mcNXkKrAP3l6dPu6_llEtW_1_MOOl59Q19krgG6kwsqwjKdWu0G/s1600/DSCN3835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsQdVjhwZV1DOncF3vAUB192fIOQFcN_sgPGc9ZekB_R7HsKrLvqKx6UJxqTOl5HLEQE4AlRP5qVwUF6oO3GttBf90mcNXkKrAP3l6dPu6_llEtW_1_MOOl59Q19krgG6kwsqwjKdWu0G/s320/DSCN3835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743094280283394" /></a>Emma taking off. She is getting harder and harder to keep up with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhloAVUk9Cnacusj7asWmFbclkQdsVJ4xQ37SfJGVmgH81zbabo4XuwEntti3D4n988-Dntn9apUYAsV2KqxLr9DEMrcA2JD6bhHFm33TuzDWhCZSpPJY6jGqelneZ3T4vrIert-LTF57q/s1600/DSCN3838.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhloAVUk9Cnacusj7asWmFbclkQdsVJ4xQ37SfJGVmgH81zbabo4XuwEntti3D4n988-Dntn9apUYAsV2KqxLr9DEMrcA2JD6bhHFm33TuzDWhCZSpPJY6jGqelneZ3T4vrIert-LTF57q/s320/DSCN3838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743078847369986" /></a>She really liked the train exhibit and almost climbed in. She is starting to get really interested in toys and dolls, wanting every one that she sees.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1y6kw4fPe16kclXvoZxpYSIS-PrcOyccLYDZw_bWYj6Dn-c_7D8-ePDM9ct0NOllyEzfXbdHPhGnOnGmp2_9FGqmFLD2hQISgNed43acLkj1nf3Uyz8khkXTyQM3y3nRzElJapj-BVHNU/s1600/RSCN3846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1y6kw4fPe16kclXvoZxpYSIS-PrcOyccLYDZw_bWYj6Dn-c_7D8-ePDM9ct0NOllyEzfXbdHPhGnOnGmp2_9FGqmFLD2hQISgNed43acLkj1nf3Uyz8khkXTyQM3y3nRzElJapj-BVHNU/s320/RSCN3846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743070775948178" /></a>Playing with Mommy outside in the gardens. I am amazed at all the fun things that we have the opportunity to do. Praise God for all his benefits.Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-43304135443189503762010-05-05T10:31:00.001-07:002010-05-05T11:20:38.560-07:00Circus Life<div>Bryan and I were so excited to take the girls to the circus last week. Emma had a great time. As I sat there wrestling with an 8 month old on my lap, I realized that I have front seat tickets to a circus everyday. No, no seats, I am the ringmaster. My dazzling outfit may make me look more like the clown in my pajamas and uncombed hair, but I am in center ring every day juggling laundry, dishes, and two babies. No brilliant musical numbers, just fancy footwork as I try to get both children down for a nap and give myself a shower to look at least approachable when my audience of one returns from work.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqTiQCmwPLJ7tmPkZSMJeqftIJAeaP9hY8rbg6DqtWdTlEP_-XRXGMeJm8qnGZl12NMNBO8WbIYwkwpnNSAFYdyOhoSWeATlKmcFDOQywsLVflF-G-Ms1gHf7eaiQCO2TjxXofLN4RuQb/s1600/DSCN3488.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqTiQCmwPLJ7tmPkZSMJeqftIJAeaP9hY8rbg6DqtWdTlEP_-XRXGMeJm8qnGZl12NMNBO8WbIYwkwpnNSAFYdyOhoSWeATlKmcFDOQywsLVflF-G-Ms1gHf7eaiQCO2TjxXofLN4RuQb/s320/DSCN3488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467842487593884162" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1IEyYCB90gzvHtkh9xtZG1rr6WnTuadWaemLQ1uMqEpy4xt6oiUD6m-iLM3JDxtpcIrPT81pa0FuoPYFG_lSWxLz6IyCzlvlEbWakn_m8ffC4iB6sQm2Ftrztz8qdKv8DofIp3pqMwmS/s1600/DSCN3547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1IEyYCB90gzvHtkh9xtZG1rr6WnTuadWaemLQ1uMqEpy4xt6oiUD6m-iLM3JDxtpcIrPT81pa0FuoPYFG_lSWxLz6IyCzlvlEbWakn_m8ffC4iB6sQm2Ftrztz8qdKv8DofIp3pqMwmS/s320/DSCN3547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467842478376602578" /></a>The tiger trainer has nothing on me. I spend all day trying to make two people who wouldn't normally coexist peacefully learn to get along and share. Training a toddler to be nice, share, and obey ranks right up there with tigers in my book. My little animals also have a tendency to chew on and tear up the furniture.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj8YCXiMaHA-_8_uv-OGGE51B-NLcXz8-b7F-beXHIkzUOZSUWwARzGw1fSMncK9bogfczNbC3Fum0eFQXVY1700gEr4aOR51rES8B9Bqqqmv1bod96a0vuBiRj06h5Q4XRUcp91wXhGE/s1600/RSCN3598.JPG"><br /><br /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYAvmRDnqrMY6Ple56anVj6xaufEVdvXEHj7BSTjglNwQ04bGPmNckoxmOxYvnnwun0t3nRFXW9BbMsCuWquETspm2LG2IJtnP2Z1K0z7CbbT6uAwbAdZD-BqSfhjup6FY4ydYsQ43awy/s1600/DSCN3514.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYAvmRDnqrMY6Ple56anVj6xaufEVdvXEHj7BSTjglNwQ04bGPmNckoxmOxYvnnwun0t3nRFXW9BbMsCuWquETspm2LG2IJtnP2Z1K0z7CbbT6uAwbAdZD-BqSfhjup6FY4ydYsQ43awy/s320/DSCN3514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467841638575752466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj8YCXiMaHA-_8_uv-OGGE51B-NLcXz8-b7F-beXHIkzUOZSUWwARzGw1fSMncK9bogfczNbC3Fum0eFQXVY1700gEr4aOR51rES8B9Bqqqmv1bod96a0vuBiRj06h5Q4XRUcp91wXhGE/s1600/RSCN3598.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj8YCXiMaHA-_8_uv-OGGE51B-NLcXz8-b7F-beXHIkzUOZSUWwARzGw1fSMncK9bogfczNbC3Fum0eFQXVY1700gEr4aOR51rES8B9Bqqqmv1bod96a0vuBiRj06h5Q4XRUcp91wXhGE/s320/RSCN3598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467842462831142306" /></a>You have before you a picture of two baby tigers learning to live in peace and follow the trainer's instructions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSNRkUA2o4WapelybkRZNzn1pVWXdg3-aX7oEEGlQScLXBYjulhHHIMJ5iX4ZyLuznagL_-l5IlLlsaQSWd-mMIw6TK_WzOLPjgKPXxXHJ2GlKV4MVZR-RfGV7y4EFsFZdg8tLsC6RPQD/s1600/RSCN3705.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSNRkUA2o4WapelybkRZNzn1pVWXdg3-aX7oEEGlQScLXBYjulhHHIMJ5iX4ZyLuznagL_-l5IlLlsaQSWd-mMIw6TK_WzOLPjgKPXxXHJ2GlKV4MVZR-RfGV7y4EFsFZdg8tLsC6RPQD/s320/RSCN3705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467842458275308386" /></a></div><div>Getting anywhere with two small children in tow is just as big a deal as getting a group of tigers to move together. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Incentives</span> (animal crackers, toys) have to be carried everywhere to force, ummm encourage, obedience and patience. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sL3Oo4ibv97Teem5jD2gRIwQcDIt4sD_CJpQeaU4oycMoWr1gdBaVKGn4Gbb9Dh9uiiqhpjnDjEzmZ-jIffdgrex2sAsz7iuFsJtry4fYtTztk7f1TagLj_nPrMCNqTkJdBS0kSNKcf9/s1600/DSCN3493.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sL3Oo4ibv97Teem5jD2gRIwQcDIt4sD_CJpQeaU4oycMoWr1gdBaVKGn4Gbb9Dh9uiiqhpjnDjEzmZ-jIffdgrex2sAsz7iuFsJtry4fYtTztk7f1TagLj_nPrMCNqTkJdBS0kSNKcf9/s320/DSCN3493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467841620114092914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Now, I agree that getting an elephant to paint is a huge accomplishment. However, have you taught a toddler to use a toothbrush or an 8 month old to use a straw. These require great patience and repetitive training over long periods of time. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhg8xIjsp2QEeoyQaSOAQbZbTdYTrrHH-hsn0umr4k3-ewbxSNeerI4ye1KNqKdNPM5VD2mhzJtxbqTMlDW9Jl_u2t9za2MgDpAdbaa8JxGU9SoozS0HYPyCHWMtLh99tBpxIoKkCvInBc/s1600/RSCN3548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhg8xIjsp2QEeoyQaSOAQbZbTdYTrrHH-hsn0umr4k3-ewbxSNeerI4ye1KNqKdNPM5VD2mhzJtxbqTMlDW9Jl_u2t9za2MgDpAdbaa8JxGU9SoozS0HYPyCHWMtLh99tBpxIoKkCvInBc/s320/RSCN3548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467841635078529282" /></a>She is much cuter than a baby elephant, but just as willful. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_yO43c2gTxjdLkI0PwjMDIVLJ8xdqyPtj9MwXM4iwDHJfJ0EvLxiJiFl8hte9Q-KPdpe-n-7jZsAaCHWvtHwVSvb0iFB2gvt_qpCQPOyrp1yp6f1sec7-Tnls3IcZsaYqu_kAkR2eKS4/s1600/DSCN3645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_yO43c2gTxjdLkI0PwjMDIVLJ8xdqyPtj9MwXM4iwDHJfJ0EvLxiJiFl8hte9Q-KPdpe-n-7jZsAaCHWvtHwVSvb0iFB2gvt_qpCQPOyrp1yp6f1sec7-Tnls3IcZsaYqu_kAkR2eKS4/s320/DSCN3645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467841625811934610" /></a>Here you see the smallest of our clan exhibiting her newest skill of drinking out of a straw, which enables her to steal her sister's cup. Feeding elephants, I'm sure requires a lot of preparation and can be messy. Well, I don't think I even need to paint that comparison. And now, we come to cleaning up after elephants. You are invited to visit my house on any day to see the direct comparison. Toddlers leave a string of crumbs, toys, books, and general debris across a house that parallels no other. Just as the circus is a fun and enjoyable experience, so is my life with two wonderful baby animals! They may make me feel like I am trying to teach a dog to jump through hoops and attempting to put a diaper on a squirming monkey, but the joy a ringmaster feels as center of his small universe could never parallel the joy I feel when my trainees and audience (one in the same) call for "Mommy."<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIPjHejnqDrO9wjMSORpbSIIYpsH4zcPm8oRfTXCseAzH48PcUtA_Sy3bqd9NarRo-7kpXbDh-r0_S4pWFj-ASeRoWSz9DrUt-uJ9AdGP4SqTeFasu1SSgi-c5GSNDNEybqvP2SqROx7K/s1600/DSCN3572.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIPjHejnqDrO9wjMSORpbSIIYpsH4zcPm8oRfTXCseAzH48PcUtA_Sy3bqd9NarRo-7kpXbDh-r0_S4pWFj-ASeRoWSz9DrUt-uJ9AdGP4SqTeFasu1SSgi-c5GSNDNEybqvP2SqROx7K/s320/DSCN3572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467841652937251378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></span></div></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-10861055967555949622010-04-28T08:35:00.001-07:002010-04-28T09:06:46.054-07:00The day the turkey came to dinner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uxxx2ETip8dak4kS7qMDgFmdxr1FX1h3ivMg1VYjpuCVeHBGrJNHsFAOadTS3X8MvSm3Z2Dert-KT-Tpwdz3BFynKhV9LqnimiUQo82xcP7BDnyws0bldehwbgsYHC0-lVT7782jpT-Z/s1600/DSCN3435.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uxxx2ETip8dak4kS7qMDgFmdxr1FX1h3ivMg1VYjpuCVeHBGrJNHsFAOadTS3X8MvSm3Z2Dert-KT-Tpwdz3BFynKhV9LqnimiUQo82xcP7BDnyws0bldehwbgsYHC0-lVT7782jpT-Z/s320/DSCN3435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214804714786738" /></a>One day not too long ago in the land of Barnett, we were quietly eating our breakfast minding our own business, when what to our wondering eyes would appear, but a turkey of no mean size standing on our car gazing at us through the window.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdQoEpx_k9XYzfDI27dQZtDehGHfBhSbwET_-epZqpPIGn0tiJk5ITekd9yPdPfRv2k1Qf-aLZo0kIgcVXFPJljMQ_hFWtRD1fkPjOt7qAdKk1Tf1TOtP6cVglbIjKqVuVPl8MuuAjS5e/s1600/DSCN3440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdQoEpx_k9XYzfDI27dQZtDehGHfBhSbwET_-epZqpPIGn0tiJk5ITekd9yPdPfRv2k1Qf-aLZo0kIgcVXFPJljMQ_hFWtRD1fkPjOt7qAdKk1Tf1TOtP6cVglbIjKqVuVPl8MuuAjS5e/s320/DSCN3440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214794360420978" /></a>To my phone I quickly dashed to call my father-in-law, turkey expert, who urged me to run outside to examine this phenomenon. To our amazement, every time we approached, this peculiar bird would run to get a closer look at the species he came to meet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighDkHtcsBA7oDTG4lBSBUL0kBMRoVmQgc9wjNce3crVsCCDDUwLKKrc2RusflX-tB_zuDIuJTYBhfLInmscEQMKRMFxDi9nNHEggXFH1gXB6c16WRiKP9OcAKE315cXWxpFTGgvVTY3Wl/s1600/DSCN3455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighDkHtcsBA7oDTG4lBSBUL0kBMRoVmQgc9wjNce3crVsCCDDUwLKKrc2RusflX-tB_zuDIuJTYBhfLInmscEQMKRMFxDi9nNHEggXFH1gXB6c16WRiKP9OcAKE315cXWxpFTGgvVTY3Wl/s320/DSCN3455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214786933381458" /></a>No one had ever informed this particular poultry that we should not play with humans. We became quite familiar and found that he was called Jake by all those he knew near and far. Jake and Emma became fast friends following each other around the yard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1DJTiD7ir6J0dRH3eY38uuubgcNbX1TES6PU-YEQ8mZ3PbkthjLJHKEo6iO8hSFwkdt7ZoyGRXFLshpIMhWko2VRLT5sowvj-jwz0Y-IcD7tSE8vCdWtwnkRbyOLCvQiKzKceJw17hZC/s1600/DSCN3451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1DJTiD7ir6J0dRH3eY38uuubgcNbX1TES6PU-YEQ8mZ3PbkthjLJHKEo6iO8hSFwkdt7ZoyGRXFLshpIMhWko2VRLT5sowvj-jwz0Y-IcD7tSE8vCdWtwnkRbyOLCvQiKzKceJw17hZC/s320/DSCN3451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214780442773474" /></a>Many conversations about nature and all that interest both man and bird were shared. Our day was made enjoyable by the visit of our feathered friend and fun and laughs were had by all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIn6v8fn6LFW7RpKeHKfPqJ65HcwTAiFBHSDKm8__K4C2pDUK4r8CFeGudh_ekLhDFJ3VdRxmSdLyO19qEFtY5Wwi-9jjOLF8jPwXBjwZHtuCLSz_IFHinybecUcIOvtxdI-3bD2Mr5tR/s1600/DSCN3441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIn6v8fn6LFW7RpKeHKfPqJ65HcwTAiFBHSDKm8__K4C2pDUK4r8CFeGudh_ekLhDFJ3VdRxmSdLyO19qEFtY5Wwi-9jjOLF8jPwXBjwZHtuCLSz_IFHinybecUcIOvtxdI-3bD2Mr5tR/s320/DSCN3441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214773551120818" /></a>I enjoyed our visit very much and he even allowed me to pet his tail feathers, as I am told by the previously mentioned expert, has not happened often in history. Our lovely friend has not returned but we entertain ourselves with the memories of our surprise visit which happened not too long ago in the land of Barnett. I wonder what tales he tells of his visit to the humans and their peculiar ways now that he is home among his own kind. We shall never know.Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-86575600698673832082010-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:002010-04-23T10:27:52.982-07:00Long overdue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhOUa3Z37_Q37kKwbQRX0Q7MkCHnoKmKSXqFgsXLiU4SmmMKSlTMxrPU2bYM-qtP7wB_2YUshIM0JrBAaA_wGgQa03ZyT7YHIenrZQ_mNgC2q5llvL1hBi72rpREg2bHOcp2FJNxJra7j/s1600/RSCN3428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhOUa3Z37_Q37kKwbQRX0Q7MkCHnoKmKSXqFgsXLiU4SmmMKSlTMxrPU2bYM-qtP7wB_2YUshIM0JrBAaA_wGgQa03ZyT7YHIenrZQ_mNgC2q5llvL1hBi72rpREg2bHOcp2FJNxJra7j/s320/RSCN3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379577140207362" /></a>Sorry that this post is so long overdue. Life can get just a tad busy with two little girls running around messing up a house I am trying to keep in order. Anyway, pictures from Easter are finally making it on here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2n0gHoDXka9rNIZqgHhQbeJ3GjauI0IX_9le4Jfjw4wItKDcWxwM6fM2rWNCutamQFr-F6ldJfUeBp9toTDwkqh8oTM15kWIfxkDAsaZxjyLRDp_OKx9tKk4L-YyZBZ5AGeZi-X6OXzf/s1600/DSCN3293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2n0gHoDXka9rNIZqgHhQbeJ3GjauI0IX_9le4Jfjw4wItKDcWxwM6fM2rWNCutamQFr-F6ldJfUeBp9toTDwkqh8oTM15kWIfxkDAsaZxjyLRDp_OKx9tKk4L-YyZBZ5AGeZi-X6OXzf/s320/DSCN3293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379574186707810" /></a>Emma really enjoyed dying eggs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuYmbfYhIVmPXm6eVcjURg9NuRfMwZeIvHec5gC4dmkj0GuZtvqaWtbkbctC_nIJGArqtoNFmM41wgjwo4px2viv00mxUqvc9ygWnuQmru8TR_ZyjS1b-5mDxBPnhukRAHMCLUcg5OXYY/s1600/DSCN3298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuYmbfYhIVmPXm6eVcjURg9NuRfMwZeIvHec5gC4dmkj0GuZtvqaWtbkbctC_nIJGArqtoNFmM41wgjwo4px2viv00mxUqvc9ygWnuQmru8TR_ZyjS1b-5mDxBPnhukRAHMCLUcg5OXYY/s320/DSCN3298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379565771643362" /></a>She liked all the pretty "balls."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-9XZ5UFmQ8N9s4I3lvZoLrXvtt5QD7xiaUtUapZg2uM90gUbmMNQ_MTQzDHtczmKu3iHGn4GXe9rkrPEXTwVUPCqHMOZnwrhA1J50SJc6MhA0UC3p0XoH9QwcX9mGU-FU1h1J5vBXTjs/s1600/RSCN3352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-9XZ5UFmQ8N9s4I3lvZoLrXvtt5QD7xiaUtUapZg2uM90gUbmMNQ_MTQzDHtczmKu3iHGn4GXe9rkrPEXTwVUPCqHMOZnwrhA1J50SJc6MhA0UC3p0XoH9QwcX9mGU-FU1h1J5vBXTjs/s320/RSCN3352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379554815828338" /></a>But she enjoyed finding them much more. Of course, she was so cute. She carried her little basket around and every time she would bend down to pick up an egg, she would lose a few, making the find much greater than it was intended to be. She probably felt like she picked up 100 eggs as apposed to the actual 12 we hid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN1iru7fzsPkX_5bv9W0FOmik7zQxt_vfa2bwccV0mcN7o8qUQKV87RFMoMwMyLOKa2cmRFr7uWm2fdzAgG_QI2XEbAjbiRq0kZUA6L6bn0PC1WnCIQ7-ASubPbekj26r9A82K6azcOZs/s1600/DSCN3334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN1iru7fzsPkX_5bv9W0FOmik7zQxt_vfa2bwccV0mcN7o8qUQKV87RFMoMwMyLOKa2cmRFr7uWm2fdzAgG_QI2XEbAjbiRq0kZUA6L6bn0PC1WnCIQ7-ASubPbekj26r9A82K6azcOZs/s320/DSCN3334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379549217423874" /></a>She would pick up the egg and toss it, not ever so lightly, into her basket, resulting in the sound of cracking eggs every time. When we finished, she laid out all her pretty eggs on the step and then turned around and sat on them, officially finishing off several of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6K-S_Dy1RbsSPPbR9VoqhDjwkZ2Nj6B3QpWb84kvcWC4ovMXKtIZfXKyZTcst7C1QX8Sp2kBfWmFmkIyAmb8Ddogy8ygpme8U3IbLHzkqjcCco9z5o6wB_tgb5AyvXIhXGxRsv8Y1vMk/s1600/RSCN3394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6K-S_Dy1RbsSPPbR9VoqhDjwkZ2Nj6B3QpWb84kvcWC4ovMXKtIZfXKyZTcst7C1QX8Sp2kBfWmFmkIyAmb8Ddogy8ygpme8U3IbLHzkqjcCco9z5o6wB_tgb5AyvXIhXGxRsv8Y1vMk/s320/RSCN3394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376276398502642" /></a>Here's our pretty Easter picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1dn98NIrCFlARY49z1BB4k91NDbMP2Rz7sEoUDbBSZ3hPYSV4TgjA3JCjJQS3jO_m9wBdkHPK3UIgVmDeWgQof1O2uQhF_rW-HW0ykGROQP1cbukZRQSrZxD-ueW-AT16LvhDluFSyjy/s1600/DSCN3390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1dn98NIrCFlARY49z1BB4k91NDbMP2Rz7sEoUDbBSZ3hPYSV4TgjA3JCjJQS3jO_m9wBdkHPK3UIgVmDeWgQof1O2uQhF_rW-HW0ykGROQP1cbukZRQSrZxD-ueW-AT16LvhDluFSyjy/s320/DSCN3390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376272104219666" /></a>Emma is all tired out of pictures and Erin is finding her bonnet pretty tasty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD3NVvSb8lBVNS7HVsb0vl64ML1W1lK2hWq0SHJ-eHx_67fQqh-Kh0bWe9nhKpKylIFYlEVKMeRwTUCEgFvQKKcgANYbKApPQr-5CQkC4D8-h9jIigeeI4sjbvGlfVFVrGC8cXlP_d6z3/s1600/DSCN3389.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD3NVvSb8lBVNS7HVsb0vl64ML1W1lK2hWq0SHJ-eHx_67fQqh-Kh0bWe9nhKpKylIFYlEVKMeRwTUCEgFvQKKcgANYbKApPQr-5CQkC4D8-h9jIigeeI4sjbvGlfVFVrGC8cXlP_d6z3/s320/DSCN3389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376262126480946" /></a>What a cutie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWREZdq-5cdjqWqmSgqzUARX4I4TecnOKhwiTu1X3vx4s58Smf2TXEklqtlt9e_b6EFHR4AYgmp30UBB91Y12wOhUxTsY7mPioYVQil6C3yl5SeR24YDHQ4vO1mrlu2W52FmKKf7X9MtqH/s1600/DSCN3416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWREZdq-5cdjqWqmSgqzUARX4I4TecnOKhwiTu1X3vx4s58Smf2TXEklqtlt9e_b6EFHR4AYgmp30UBB91Y12wOhUxTsY7mPioYVQil6C3yl5SeR24YDHQ4vO1mrlu2W52FmKKf7X9MtqH/s320/DSCN3416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376255016563986" /></a>I love that face.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyp2SWCGpq8tkHr0d6dGZYO0ECnCIcfMFW1m74yt3mOS7uA69cTrAP09Rnx1YyJuwCj31A5_Aw7fEOL_6M_ZKMOyXX0PCAoFHIgYujgw2IOxCsIbosfMiVzhy2kuuhtvt8lkD_iyZ0S_5_/s1600/DSCN3424.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyp2SWCGpq8tkHr0d6dGZYO0ECnCIcfMFW1m74yt3mOS7uA69cTrAP09Rnx1YyJuwCj31A5_Aw7fEOL_6M_ZKMOyXX0PCAoFHIgYujgw2IOxCsIbosfMiVzhy2kuuhtvt8lkD_iyZ0S_5_/s320/DSCN3424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376245317762258" /></a>Erin is trying harder and harder everyday to pull up. She is so very close to crawling, but falls every time. These girls add so much fun to my life!Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-17404080431398961342010-03-31T12:27:00.000-07:002010-03-31T13:08:51.803-07:00Mommy Privileges<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlLaL9NBjbI2hqMK61sgICbM3SqAeENfV2B6NuZ09ph5b8yMcPA8XNwwSfz100dh-3n80psQ_ymLzVgm8wKq3TL-9JeoQ15ii7elz5iEplH9hea8t-UbspaPsti2ulA9x1jteC0yKLHdB/s1600/3-31-10+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlLaL9NBjbI2hqMK61sgICbM3SqAeENfV2B6NuZ09ph5b8yMcPA8XNwwSfz100dh-3n80psQ_ymLzVgm8wKq3TL-9JeoQ15ii7elz5iEplH9hea8t-UbspaPsti2ulA9x1jteC0yKLHdB/s320/3-31-10+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454886760630305970" /></a>I am really enjoying being a Mommy. I think there are many privileges that come along with the hard work. Well, after all, we do get up in the middle of the night, clean up puke, change all manner of dirty diapers, test different stain removers, and listen to crying and whining; there should be a few perks. One is being able to take cute pictures with little hand prints, enjoying the fact that they are not permanently plastered on your wall. I love getting Emma to "help me with my jobs." She leaves her mark everywhere she goes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIbjbvuD26zF9yASqnJNPrnhp8EgygUVjWczc2NUV7LLOK8_XWnRnElqoF95yuaup1TbgnKcOxZs5dT4nvxz9yK3w_R2pgAVXv-dlZ3GZwTBxhrMLcGmoErCDOK3eL92eWsyVNxDB4ThD/s1600/3-31-10+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIbjbvuD26zF9yASqnJNPrnhp8EgygUVjWczc2NUV7LLOK8_XWnRnElqoF95yuaup1TbgnKcOxZs5dT4nvxz9yK3w_R2pgAVXv-dlZ3GZwTBxhrMLcGmoErCDOK3eL92eWsyVNxDB4ThD/s320/3-31-10+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454886755415656786" /></a>Another perk that I am enjoying while it lasts is dressing them up in whatever you want. Erin and I played with hats the other day and I enjoyed it far more than she did, but, I am the Mommy. I choose what we do and what you wear. I know that will change, but I am savoring it while the time permits.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUkq2_hg1-pcPt2ml7eAs86IxKnNGyVOrwm2B1ZmBXK0KdLuX4iZifU0ulESiv0L5Qtrm0jyf3_1LkWbMqm9hOxKO15ZptkFgFL1xMIAb28Ju851nv0hbevjDrDq6MvOveBtuoin8NmXE/s1600/3-31-10+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUkq2_hg1-pcPt2ml7eAs86IxKnNGyVOrwm2B1ZmBXK0KdLuX4iZifU0ulESiv0L5Qtrm0jyf3_1LkWbMqm9hOxKO15ZptkFgFL1xMIAb28Ju851nv0hbevjDrDq6MvOveBtuoin8NmXE/s320/3-31-10+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454886749222525650" /></a>My privilege allows you to see such cute pictures. Another one of the privileges: showing other people my children and have them admire how cute they are. I know it is all my God's grace that they are so precious, but I am so proud to hear my children complimented.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4jQphQgWwxtkrNLxznaUNptySdP9smj6sxvRtfME-OOu3AVDMqWkE-w_FGbmbVk7XOhdwY2LVqGDToe_yInUTrM9Y3kEbXm9foF1jMxr7IFHgP9XyUUxkb2qFWK8Zw0zCdLxthGVmdiX/s1600/3-31-10+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4jQphQgWwxtkrNLxznaUNptySdP9smj6sxvRtfME-OOu3AVDMqWkE-w_FGbmbVk7XOhdwY2LVqGDToe_yInUTrM9Y3kEbXm9foF1jMxr7IFHgP9XyUUxkb2qFWK8Zw0zCdLxthGVmdiX/s320/3-31-10+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454886739629841010" /></a>I love introducing the girls to new things and watching their reactions. Erin tried graham crackers for the first time the other day and ate it like a pro. She loves her food.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWTCmuJDmncddqkkDLaAChE3uPVXlHq6_abS_Dx9vqrpj3PSwIV54twiLBdo_gmgE2eLWPw1TIS0oFbKY3S47OE4QsQQ1LWgMTET9OX72UXiCNML8gyyr8ZOBLdAB-c0imw5M2NXYrmcS/s1600/3-31-10+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWTCmuJDmncddqkkDLaAChE3uPVXlHq6_abS_Dx9vqrpj3PSwIV54twiLBdo_gmgE2eLWPw1TIS0oFbKY3S47OE4QsQQ1LWgMTET9OX72UXiCNML8gyyr8ZOBLdAB-c0imw5M2NXYrmcS/s320/3-31-10+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454886731000047458" /></a>Here she is with her sippy cup. Everyday is a new adventure. I love getting to be a part of that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhZSSGYrDUhcqh9bmjKPmBVKCEv5bI8AqpTOWrO-R7Yg-EZq0A3CdJxXaMUgtw9okTcCre-pz9GsuxUCjphCaWK6cMao-cDVZbmXLwqsNqYTW_kav5oXcgo39YPUtXuBZL9nEcKPF3EoR/s1600/3-31-10+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhZSSGYrDUhcqh9bmjKPmBVKCEv5bI8AqpTOWrO-R7Yg-EZq0A3CdJxXaMUgtw9okTcCre-pz9GsuxUCjphCaWK6cMao-cDVZbmXLwqsNqYTW_kav5oXcgo39YPUtXuBZL9nEcKPF3EoR/s320/3-31-10+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882564720232530" /></a>Watching the girls play and interact together is one of my favorite hobbies. We were all at the table the other day for the first time and we all had a blast. Seeing them grow up and do more and more thrills my Mommy heart.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtKP-iazoBCKPrMWYZVKLwb2u15Yhgj3FlLJ-KQmnFM-K5L8W-ZYaRUDbiBqZjVPfD7KCOARlaITcFgkT44I67oGnpTwNYmJsHOcpufK26HNSkM9ndnK3Hub4cd8cAV-yU3OI2zws8Irg/s1600/3-31-10+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtKP-iazoBCKPrMWYZVKLwb2u15Yhgj3FlLJ-KQmnFM-K5L8W-ZYaRUDbiBqZjVPfD7KCOARlaITcFgkT44I67oGnpTwNYmJsHOcpufK26HNSkM9ndnK3Hub4cd8cAV-yU3OI2zws8Irg/s320/3-31-10+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882561884146098" /></a>Who wouldn't enjoy seeing her older daughter put her arm around her younger sister. Emma really does love Erin and wants to play with her all the time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0yWrMQwE_YPzWCt5KrwQLiIUWk-BhmVI5LniYUz2vUolKYplWRDUJTxdmc8cEI2RK-ZyG5jBJuryB5ZCUXQ6JHAqX6ZfN1vPcZwurpye_4tp16uzQ__cdUPeyzJ7G4JH13XNUXmeZyLi/s1600/3-31-10+032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0yWrMQwE_YPzWCt5KrwQLiIUWk-BhmVI5LniYUz2vUolKYplWRDUJTxdmc8cEI2RK-ZyG5jBJuryB5ZCUXQ6JHAqX6ZfN1vPcZwurpye_4tp16uzQ__cdUPeyzJ7G4JH13XNUXmeZyLi/s320/3-31-10+032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882549276570626" /></a>Mommies do not always see it a privilege to cook, but it becomes one when I can involve Emma. She likes to be right in the middle of what I am doing. It can sometimes be frustrating when there is a long to-do list, but when I stop to think, I feel appreciated and loved. I have a daughter that wants to be with me and do what I am doing, I am taking the opportunity now while she allows it to influence her little mind.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifY3NsTarHuJvvFCQV5H7vGCDWxAxVWM2Kvok-Pdo4Ash1URPKkHJ7LYO3z4XqMdsV0OKIYBmZoCHej5TWIU8wg15A3d-q8UE0ovlMC12JmJdPlp2hrdynnFUakarVWJcYDZZpzBEY_2ZS/s1600/3-31-10+020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifY3NsTarHuJvvFCQV5H7vGCDWxAxVWM2Kvok-Pdo4Ash1URPKkHJ7LYO3z4XqMdsV0OKIYBmZoCHej5TWIU8wg15A3d-q8UE0ovlMC12JmJdPlp2hrdynnFUakarVWJcYDZZpzBEY_2ZS/s320/3-31-10+020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882536490025698" /></a>Mommies get to play outside and have an excuse to do it. I would normally coop myself up inside and clean, but the children give me a reason to get out and enjoy the spring.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmemn7pyP7-ssWxc8dTyxDAuGIDlRoGavEFdG8d9WWX6zcqDYkZ_7SnXJS7m7TrKL-yy27wxjY_SjmcmlOIDrEUEdA9wXvwXyDL1nxqkTlGh5Qxa3CLcNxt2UCcc9ewxCNgsDgDG7sLTkg/s1600/3-31-10+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmemn7pyP7-ssWxc8dTyxDAuGIDlRoGavEFdG8d9WWX6zcqDYkZ_7SnXJS7m7TrKL-yy27wxjY_SjmcmlOIDrEUEdA9wXvwXyDL1nxqkTlGh5Qxa3CLcNxt2UCcc9ewxCNgsDgDG7sLTkg/s320/3-31-10+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882529709336178" /></a>Mostly, I get to enjoy and love these precious gifts God has given me. Happy Easter, everyone!Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-24902106479620576312010-03-26T07:52:00.000-07:002010-03-26T08:14:37.702-07:00Lovely Rocks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHFh8rUBpUTR1b5RAkWgyhHE_zrJYWMGbLQmTF3riq3sMENcXnwWxh1awz_hxSAM39E_Qx_jKxk-E2MTDgE5hOX5v8c5-DKiZPl4oRvvbN0iA5oPrc5wkGlBTTIgGQeS-GzNLxAVuSy2f/s1600/3-24-10+166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHFh8rUBpUTR1b5RAkWgyhHE_zrJYWMGbLQmTF3riq3sMENcXnwWxh1awz_hxSAM39E_Qx_jKxk-E2MTDgE5hOX5v8c5-DKiZPl4oRvvbN0iA5oPrc5wkGlBTTIgGQeS-GzNLxAVuSy2f/s320/3-24-10+166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960511832110418" /></a>Just a dose of cuteness to brighten up your day! Those are the most kissable checks I have ever seen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7AG-OWpOe0bwaY35X2awapBDzbaUNSO4nKUeFjzVmc74NRvIFBgN839Llr1B6OKWz0nPAQzIKDYRX5cDCIatvaDLOg-pwCARCEgSiqc5HghS0hD75pGd-Tgssd-y4L43TcW5dEDvSqAb/s1600/3-24-10+018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7AG-OWpOe0bwaY35X2awapBDzbaUNSO4nKUeFjzVmc74NRvIFBgN839Llr1B6OKWz0nPAQzIKDYRX5cDCIatvaDLOg-pwCARCEgSiqc5HghS0hD75pGd-Tgssd-y4L43TcW5dEDvSqAb/s320/3-24-10+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960500913055906" /></a>Is that not the sweetest attitude you have seen? Gotta love it.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz8REpeOOj5n9fBpm3zISaFGuEXGys6r5d4xYnC6OrLxEunYCQC6FaMJpuS549bJ8-Ubx3lC9IZSbAd1NWsAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a video of Emma and her precious rock collection. She cracks me up with how proud she looks of her beautiful rocks.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-68813204080002343462010-03-24T18:54:00.001-07:002010-03-24T18:54:44.831-07:00Boy, oh boy, I am tired.Hi, everybody. It's me, Emma. We have been so busy around here. I am so glad to be back at my house for a little while. You can see I have been sleeping pretty hard to catch up on my beauty rest. That time change really messed me up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Sn2En5zl1vKaLiF7NnTRk_T9QRuveYMZSRUEExll2qi9FEtFz0rc7WvNyVXv2X6l2OBIXLsa6fJf_7YZdSU9z2Yq9vv-V1gXaDZrcWfkVmpkAZjPFG_U9bCKX49KhnjqgNRGXBph8Nm/s1600/3-24-10+162.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Sn2En5zl1vKaLiF7NnTRk_T9QRuveYMZSRUEExll2qi9FEtFz0rc7WvNyVXv2X6l2OBIXLsa6fJf_7YZdSU9z2Yq9vv-V1gXaDZrcWfkVmpkAZjPFG_U9bCKX49KhnjqgNRGXBph8Nm/s320/3-24-10+162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452372170200708066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNendetnxAS_V0CdvY5npRo1i1u9qTfTjG2PEc0Bq80bqztjQlzIW1RzyvsK66h2CdQ06mmhxznzPGyz4ZZkvEuZZtxXirg3vrz5vR0NCjFR0OAR7KjZomOuIz9kIs-xmYX9HNBmkXevs/s1600/3-24-10+154.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNendetnxAS_V0CdvY5npRo1i1u9qTfTjG2PEc0Bq80bqztjQlzIW1RzyvsK66h2CdQ06mmhxznzPGyz4ZZkvEuZZtxXirg3vrz5vR0NCjFR0OAR7KjZomOuIz9kIs-xmYX9HNBmkXevs/s320/3-24-10+154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452372160675502946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>We have had some pretty days lately. I have been playing really hard because I sure did miss being outside during the winter. My favorite thing is collecting rocks. They are so cool! I set them up on the porch and then I can look at them all the time. I hope spring is here to stay!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWT6qE6G305Q8X6OpYxaQBsclfVvOMCfItZrMxpV-xuWPYIOR3fXQEKHnw7YxwuZp59XpTW0x8nk_qXm4FbFR4v7TjPeIe4KEj1CFD0hJYJmOhemvzEqmgg4z_dr_V3S53l-mGWP3ujc5d/s1600/3-24-10+147.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWT6qE6G305Q8X6OpYxaQBsclfVvOMCfItZrMxpV-xuWPYIOR3fXQEKHnw7YxwuZp59XpTW0x8nk_qXm4FbFR4v7TjPeIe4KEj1CFD0hJYJmOhemvzEqmgg4z_dr_V3S53l-mGWP3ujc5d/s320/3-24-10+147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452372155943470722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>My Uncle John and Aunt Lucinda came to see me. All of us, even my Mamaw and Papaw, came to my house and had a fire and hotdogs and marshmallows.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNfsL1HXYYxEJrchqttCdwpj16LZjmHWtj9ih1Os6aDwUsjgSDO7ai9qzxPz5GpzMpwke4_dWh_4FyLhvWGeVz89yNVQIPw6LjB8zhBMg0o06HeHJIe_fLbLrc10jdwNh3a0E_VOiHgx3/s1600/3-24-10+136.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNfsL1HXYYxEJrchqttCdwpj16LZjmHWtj9ih1Os6aDwUsjgSDO7ai9qzxPz5GpzMpwke4_dWh_4FyLhvWGeVz89yNVQIPw6LjB8zhBMg0o06HeHJIe_fLbLrc10jdwNh3a0E_VOiHgx3/s320/3-24-10+136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452372145695917698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>This is Erin in one of the umpteen million hotels we have stayed in over the last few weeks. She is still little, so when we put her on the bed she gets a wall of pillows around her. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dbuYtcB15pH4kEcaN_u2h3Aa71utjzaq9kbRlTeZI0mSWwm_eVyA8fn8S7OvVZiGaGv70OD1oBuzy4YOgf7j-TMjAPZFWGD4RXo-JSH1Zhl4YXEbxR3xEckgNcOOSIRi6dDKWs3c8pgQ/s1600/3-24-10+088.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dbuYtcB15pH4kEcaN_u2h3Aa71utjzaq9kbRlTeZI0mSWwm_eVyA8fn8S7OvVZiGaGv70OD1oBuzy4YOgf7j-TMjAPZFWGD4RXo-JSH1Zhl4YXEbxR3xEckgNcOOSIRi6dDKWs3c8pgQ/s320/3-24-10+088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452371398867226274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>My Aunt Valerie is so pretty, isn't she? We went all the way to Memphis to see her wedding. I got to walk down the isle with my Grammy. They said I was supposed to throw flowers, but I thought being the flower girl meant picking them up. So that is what I did. I picked up the flowers and put them back in my basket for safe keeping.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6KM8ZccpERF0jSUiIrG5_hZU1UZbXq3xi3isvEINIDfEMjJ_JXpSNiPrYxBm3JrYHjiIrDpLDbcH4qyICdOlnvoSmN3cm2xuLo3_kxm6jX2uF8auEH9-N71leqIXRij8-rkuV9yw-QMo/s1600/3-24-10+091.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6KM8ZccpERF0jSUiIrG5_hZU1UZbXq3xi3isvEINIDfEMjJ_JXpSNiPrYxBm3JrYHjiIrDpLDbcH4qyICdOlnvoSmN3cm2xuLo3_kxm6jX2uF8auEH9-N71leqIXRij8-rkuV9yw-QMo/s320/3-24-10+091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452371391784560978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Erin got to wear the bow because I didn't like it. I know how silly it looks to wear big bows. The grown-ups all like it, but I don't see them wearing one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXK94udsxzunR7aJC2dkHHuYDUlNU3ge2Ms2AZ2jTVdU0-SoVWEz-kI76QNxm6D0KPe5VKjGWIFZB2YlHJXIm6p9c6oRiw0l3RgImYmPD6_g8JA5jzeH4PwjMgCWOjrjPrsMPDmIk0Pkm/s1600/3-24-10+032.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXK94udsxzunR7aJC2dkHHuYDUlNU3ge2Ms2AZ2jTVdU0-SoVWEz-kI76QNxm6D0KPe5VKjGWIFZB2YlHJXIm6p9c6oRiw0l3RgImYmPD6_g8JA5jzeH4PwjMgCWOjrjPrsMPDmIk0Pkm/s320/3-24-10+032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452371382104735794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>When we got to our hotel, I was so tired of sitting still that I just had to get some energy out. I unpacked all of our things and got out all of the tissues just in case we needed them later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH3lCxH0F3ndiEsyEyxiicMSt_9n97EPpU2Eu6JKXoU5wJu4UfuGO3_yfCNNb840suxp02wQM34y67eahJF-06CR2jJuUdpYSj_Fs_K4yqCQHInXHrfk1BON_XpHd45vpMHBfOlsKtcMo/s1600/3-24-10+055.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH3lCxH0F3ndiEsyEyxiicMSt_9n97EPpU2Eu6JKXoU5wJu4UfuGO3_yfCNNb840suxp02wQM34y67eahJF-06CR2jJuUdpYSj_Fs_K4yqCQHInXHrfk1BON_XpHd45vpMHBfOlsKtcMo/s320/3-24-10+055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452371375103148386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: left; ">I never forget in all of the craziness to be nice to Erin. I offer her some of my food. She likes french fries. You don't have to offer it long, she can grab really fast!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthXE9mtl8uL5rSVU0EKeFJW__3r-5quj1vr-CWJn9fwOYv633VDJ3hU9C2tNZKQBYHBiBh5KSZYAsdwhIothyWSvEOF09O0UUwiMCawdsvcYhbEhqfZlS-J8Lzhk5EwjbrSYC9s9yT90h/s1600/3-24-10+133.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthXE9mtl8uL5rSVU0EKeFJW__3r-5quj1vr-CWJn9fwOYv633VDJ3hU9C2tNZKQBYHBiBh5KSZYAsdwhIothyWSvEOF09O0UUwiMCawdsvcYhbEhqfZlS-J8Lzhk5EwjbrSYC9s9yT90h/s320/3-24-10+133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452373245420962034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left; ">After we got home from the wedding, Momma had to pack us up again. We went on a trip with some of the kids from Daddy's school to Morgantown for a Latin convention. That night we had a toga dinner and Daddy thought it was funny to make togas for us out of the hotel pillowcases. I told you we have been busy. But it's good for us. Hope you enjoy it. I hope you all are enjoying spring too. Bye-bye.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLKpFCSMaRGJwbiRM5w0favTmxTXCYzNDKMkxGAUi_DLF_3yqsAOhR-540PMz8fVT3K0R0FQTHqn1ETKpXJ_BVSL1UC3Xd5Wer8LBck7vn4ta7CqEMuxzRa4uDCXp9qj3a1Tjh4lM0GwK/s320/3-24-10+134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452372144891581122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKD_BYRr2Z40xoVnXTcCxt2EuonJeu2wLq69cTpgwdA5iGqXAAHT0NBPBeZPlNAMa0fPaiulWEwK6TtVoAJwC71MZRbIMNL1g-e_5h8wkBFb03rqkLcxtRXlMWOarw6tetfbdRZKwbKlgj/s1600/3-24-10+133.JPG"></a>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-9689936342975837972010-03-09T05:50:00.000-08:002010-03-09T06:08:51.560-08:00Never a dull moment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzVObmlYPF87rAQmAYMIrfXRa0B4jOPmoe1P2N-h7HjTttwbOGz0NAvpOgoCPUPOkn0W9zJcdJFLR15kF-jT62YGjMKeGgaLjZ9eQVaayFOeuQHqpEsGgrvNARzQz7da1CjrHMf5a22lV/s1600-h/3-05-10+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzVObmlYPF87rAQmAYMIrfXRa0B4jOPmoe1P2N-h7HjTttwbOGz0NAvpOgoCPUPOkn0W9zJcdJFLR15kF-jT62YGjMKeGgaLjZ9eQVaayFOeuQHqpEsGgrvNARzQz7da1CjrHMf5a22lV/s320/3-05-10+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632475640755842" /></a>Erin is growing and growing and growing. She is now sitting up on her own and she loves to play with toys. She has tried baby food and found that she likes it quite well although our food is beginning to temp her. She is such a smiley baby and adds so much joy to our household.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-6KPNyOYBelHmlaCo1Bhp7D8EFh-CtauFgK_pszluPFJeLZkrEJ9UzvwhlaCbPMkqf8ri3uA9FdOiGCCrllmMW6dwhImgXj7OoKvOnLE0Co37BOoLsmEyiTXmXb1rDjO-QqDVvbyYfNR/s1600-h/3-05-10+047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-6KPNyOYBelHmlaCo1Bhp7D8EFh-CtauFgK_pszluPFJeLZkrEJ9UzvwhlaCbPMkqf8ri3uA9FdOiGCCrllmMW6dwhImgXj7OoKvOnLE0Co37BOoLsmEyiTXmXb1rDjO-QqDVvbyYfNR/s320/3-05-10+047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632468960987026" /></a>She is already practicing having her foot in her mouth. If she is anything like her Mommy and Daddy she will soon learn to perfect this trait.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jpbjk7y6brK94R_O3R_HeV2Es7tlLwrDUdh0wxmnfXxGNKmn0vWqXL0gJaY_nQO9LI1gM4LIiTQC6NBkE_-c1N38xu0Py566It1znPtj2w01wcMcRzPMXuQyOtWWEmbJ0QGyp7_mSRB6/s1600-h/3-05-10+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jpbjk7y6brK94R_O3R_HeV2Es7tlLwrDUdh0wxmnfXxGNKmn0vWqXL0gJaY_nQO9LI1gM4LIiTQC6NBkE_-c1N38xu0Py566It1znPtj2w01wcMcRzPMXuQyOtWWEmbJ0QGyp7_mSRB6/s320/3-05-10+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632176487520482" /></a>Showing off her teeth. She has two little cute teeth on the bottom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlwBk83HWw1-Rdl7_yd7ANemo3dBeljZcORu_2lXTEvNwkh962FEAHoAurs8E743ZDE1pK1qfkVuCZftWlN_ohSQOksppzaxfJo3dEMFOKJ8fopUX7jvPj6CtVfVvZLgJg-Ce-y-JQX_p/s1600-h/3-05-10+016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlwBk83HWw1-Rdl7_yd7ANemo3dBeljZcORu_2lXTEvNwkh962FEAHoAurs8E743ZDE1pK1qfkVuCZftWlN_ohSQOksppzaxfJo3dEMFOKJ8fopUX7jvPj6CtVfVvZLgJg-Ce-y-JQX_p/s320/3-05-10+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632174461721890" /></a>Emma just turned 18 months and she is more active than ever. She is just now starting to really play with her toys, which is fun to watch. On this particular day, we were headed out the door and she grabbed these two toys to take with her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOm5ivDlc-KwBOvX9wW9eyTGH3hsnHHTQF-ERTBenjfEeh4dWK5wAcbu_sjnibvuSwMbzlbJamyn54-NrbhkHKbBT8X7J3VuLD0Y8T026PmDW_mxpE6Nfue7lziKPQBR3LMyP5CoI9Cny/s1600-h/3-05-10+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOm5ivDlc-KwBOvX9wW9eyTGH3hsnHHTQF-ERTBenjfEeh4dWK5wAcbu_sjnibvuSwMbzlbJamyn54-NrbhkHKbBT8X7J3VuLD0Y8T026PmDW_mxpE6Nfue7lziKPQBR3LMyP5CoI9Cny/s320/3-05-10+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632165205238130" /></a>One of her favorites is to play with the pots and pans. She sets them up and moves around stirring in all of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokKWMfRRofj7_REwW3Hjp4UqG1CBlP5I_ejviNVednrKqrT4149BCKdeT5Ml2Bye7q60-9fLx_z7HAcatOArL3VUi4jxqUT5SNPVlqMyi2JTQWqAFqVtKE1aL8MEKSB7un-tEVlAoO1i8/s1600-h/3-05-10+049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokKWMfRRofj7_REwW3Hjp4UqG1CBlP5I_ejviNVednrKqrT4149BCKdeT5Ml2Bye7q60-9fLx_z7HAcatOArL3VUi4jxqUT5SNPVlqMyi2JTQWqAFqVtKE1aL8MEKSB7un-tEVlAoO1i8/s320/3-05-10+049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632153519252354" /></a>Coloring is something new we are working on. She is doing pretty well but sometimes decides they taste better than they draw.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxLY-nYNkg6N1Xs6B9cYrbAn-EtX-Gv23FCiAdHuknRLcwcogPNKp3KlTDjcJaPmNgqOuMX3j7sjhAbkvN5CKzIMNQ2f0b3B1n8_L6bw93lK4-E_SEIf29R5seYXKTqeNHacuBdZepwUz/s1600-h/3-05-10+057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxLY-nYNkg6N1Xs6B9cYrbAn-EtX-Gv23FCiAdHuknRLcwcogPNKp3KlTDjcJaPmNgqOuMX3j7sjhAbkvN5CKzIMNQ2f0b3B1n8_L6bw93lK4-E_SEIf29R5seYXKTqeNHacuBdZepwUz/s320/3-05-10+057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446632145681224050" /></a>Learning to play together is our current undertaking. Emma doesn't like for Erin to have any toys at all and Erin grabs anything close by, which can turn into a kindly struggle. Very interesting to watch. Below is a video of Emma feeding her bunny. She did this one night without any coaching and we were very amused. You can also hear her say please in this video.<div>Well I have to go. Emma has finished playing in her oatmeal and Erin has lost her patience with the bouncer. I know the blogs have not been too numerous, but hopefully you will understand that my moments to get things done are becoming few and far between. As I finish up with the symphony of baby cries in my ears, I wish you a happy and quiet and productive day!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6x5-gNYidnsZvq1WvJfPoLFaMuG5_W6TSAarOc08My2wlehiH5NiDiw0JqjMODCSRSrxv94JlsVhpsFvQZg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-62010773628911842302010-02-19T09:57:00.000-08:002010-02-19T10:10:40.446-08:00Learning to play<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ThvzjE9yR2Kf2KtxdGzQvCve6k4fnmHD5iUumQsDE7lgdXyt5io7RFxOLGDcuDDG0NDO9hn4u_bUGy3UlMbHG7EsgLvrY8BC6WUAVueyJD_mHA-bNSHbwW2HL-IC1mHO68g0-b7e9pW9/s1600-h/2-19-10+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ThvzjE9yR2Kf2KtxdGzQvCve6k4fnmHD5iUumQsDE7lgdXyt5io7RFxOLGDcuDDG0NDO9hn4u_bUGy3UlMbHG7EsgLvrY8BC6WUAVueyJD_mHA-bNSHbwW2HL-IC1mHO68g0-b7e9pW9/s320/2-19-10+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016390147372066" /></a>Hi, it's me again, Erin. I wanted everyone to know how much fun I have been having. Sometimes I have fun alone and sometimes I like to play with Emma. Emma has fun hair that I like to pull, plus she is really funny and makes me laugh sometimes. Momma and Daddy don't know what makes me laugh, but Emma does.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwur7ga0HwPK6QKPT8UONFVbEFPq4eqplGPTZwyBhL0A6hJsy38TMvbdKNjJIH6CvOFeSKjfYbG8eHmv0WowY7mnj6Oa079ftRSzYL2eruLi04OC5hEIduCa4zXS85P1CCsmWlXmMHX219/s1600-h/2-19-10+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwur7ga0HwPK6QKPT8UONFVbEFPq4eqplGPTZwyBhL0A6hJsy38TMvbdKNjJIH6CvOFeSKjfYbG8eHmv0WowY7mnj6Oa079ftRSzYL2eruLi04OC5hEIduCa4zXS85P1CCsmWlXmMHX219/s320/2-19-10+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016381616957602" /></a>I am practicing being a big girl. I can sit up with just a little help from my trusty pillow. Look at all the toys I can hold all and one time and put in my mouth. It takes lots of practice to do that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxRnvFjNqapFEBquvHX1IlmlTBXTPvAhiE_zgM_ZEigEcyOGiiwa6posD25bGuT82SxDIIxSHBqIrRAM6KuOb4kdk-Oe5BrlK83GFNX7oNs__XEBwlBjMsw2_UUs5Wsz2GL-MBFMEJmPd/s1600-h/2-19-10+041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxRnvFjNqapFEBquvHX1IlmlTBXTPvAhiE_zgM_ZEigEcyOGiiwa6posD25bGuT82SxDIIxSHBqIrRAM6KuOb4kdk-Oe5BrlK83GFNX7oNs__XEBwlBjMsw2_UUs5Wsz2GL-MBFMEJmPd/s320/2-19-10+041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016371743080658" /></a>I really like it when Emma reads to me. I can sit in this little bouncer and Emma will sit down next to me and read. She also brings me lots of toys because I am trapped in this thing. You can see all the stuff on the floor that she brought to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3CuLFgAZvznXHW0_mWJZIfUTorJnbuSKwcU3f-h1h4hY_6qPPSqb5-eTyfdw4hZmfG7pgnLcZaJfTWgkm0Jr4HsuO74b3c-CWdxCilCi3WGoIF5KJzYTkUxDe-dhAT0hQs2IwNt5e0rc/s1600-h/2-19-10+033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3CuLFgAZvznXHW0_mWJZIfUTorJnbuSKwcU3f-h1h4hY_6qPPSqb5-eTyfdw4hZmfG7pgnLcZaJfTWgkm0Jr4HsuO74b3c-CWdxCilCi3WGoIF5KJzYTkUxDe-dhAT0hQs2IwNt5e0rc/s320/2-19-10+033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016365196243122" /></a>She is not always happy just watching me have fun in my bouncer. She wants to join in. Mom was surprised to turn around one day and find Emma in with me. She did it all by herself. It didn't bother me, it was fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgk3K28UgZmrtG54JoEk1JMT-sSpM4MWmtej2gBuNdaRY76USU2ICj4N8KBMLffGN__2v-PVoPBj2YlZUEK6vieObu8lakjzLUaj4PxpaLl95vwgpXt-vZuS17BHvNHiXlTUA82x_dxhm/s1600-h/2-19-10+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgk3K28UgZmrtG54JoEk1JMT-sSpM4MWmtej2gBuNdaRY76USU2ICj4N8KBMLffGN__2v-PVoPBj2YlZUEK6vieObu8lakjzLUaj4PxpaLl95vwgpXt-vZuS17BHvNHiXlTUA82x_dxhm/s320/2-19-10+034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016358970385714" /></a>See, don't we make a good pair?Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599355432939532664.post-38787185919952482882010-02-06T08:19:00.000-08:002010-02-06T08:34:50.857-08:00A family with many faces<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vcOVNGjAaZkfvHgKT-CjnAVlmzsptJ1mwBwardjqViIAi5RVLKgojNXCE6OoGe1o3N9ORsfRnnoiT4OYEcsG3PHcc7TCzeuLBsVyktEAEIroZocIutHhHok5xWTfNLggXVwvdvMNHjj5/s1600-h/2-06-10+080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vcOVNGjAaZkfvHgKT-CjnAVlmzsptJ1mwBwardjqViIAi5RVLKgojNXCE6OoGe1o3N9ORsfRnnoiT4OYEcsG3PHcc7TCzeuLBsVyktEAEIroZocIutHhHok5xWTfNLggXVwvdvMNHjj5/s320/2-06-10+080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435167193390647650" /></a>Our snow family came to visit today. The visit went pretty well although we thought them a little cold. (Ha, ha)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfXtFozXyaRLslK0BBujZ9t8RzIFZVKTqagprTv-8yFCoYUVOMP5XZAmQsA3EzmoB9Cx01n-wee1nj7HG0uPkWdPgSccAYCByjx7rWCkhmtJwwozRav_6EEkSgSQLhclibr-7Kfa42E_S/s1600-h/2-06-10+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfXtFozXyaRLslK0BBujZ9t8RzIFZVKTqagprTv-8yFCoYUVOMP5XZAmQsA3EzmoB9Cx01n-wee1nj7HG0uPkWdPgSccAYCByjx7rWCkhmtJwwozRav_6EEkSgSQLhclibr-7Kfa42E_S/s320/2-06-10+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435167192514418818" /></a>Our real family is actually pretty warm towards each other. Emma and Erin are becoming quite the pals.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcDaWoqJ3ZEQsB8H4o19m5FTBcwrA8wdZ2PB7Dxg3Wb0V4xViD3raKOK6LhaKJXyri8S0pQKpBK8BpR0-EA83QQtzm0kX4a0ShmDBd96ncyO2eWc29Rf6zWZHcMf0hNTtrBA6Ka4vjcC6/s1600-h/2-06-10+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcDaWoqJ3ZEQsB8H4o19m5FTBcwrA8wdZ2PB7Dxg3Wb0V4xViD3raKOK6LhaKJXyri8S0pQKpBK8BpR0-EA83QQtzm0kX4a0ShmDBd96ncyO2eWc29Rf6zWZHcMf0hNTtrBA6Ka4vjcC6/s320/2-06-10+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435167185609720610" /></a>Emma loves to play with the pots and pans. You cannot walk through the kitchen or living room, as a matter of fact, without stepping on a pan or ladle or whisk that Emma has dragged out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEibQbLcUf9e-YnBR8_Oyvc3GTb9hjEnLU5H66Bh9saxGGzP4GFELvsITZ3rzzz4Pc2dynyL2ZwvpxCMAmwbD_niOWhGc86Se4R5qhQs9WV5-BmzQjw3G9TM1VEBXk1qwIvBr1jJlbKT0j/s1600-h/2-06-10+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEibQbLcUf9e-YnBR8_Oyvc3GTb9hjEnLU5H66Bh9saxGGzP4GFELvsITZ3rzzz4Pc2dynyL2ZwvpxCMAmwbD_niOWhGc86Se4R5qhQs9WV5-BmzQjw3G9TM1VEBXk1qwIvBr1jJlbKT0j/s320/2-06-10+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435167176821408258" /></a>It is amazing how one child can have so many cute faces. Hence, the title of the blog. We had fun with hats the other day. I think this face says, "I may one day be very sophisticated, enjoy the pots and pans now."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Ild5h7x54D1lb3x0ivAdPWihoy7wmgeBnaMd-QbzucZ9pqdmUkr9dKNTjOoxLr13dtaAwQ_2JYuU9YoJfdPwoQi88F17MGLyDCo5froiKgp4DWBiJAaCH7546mJOMIM72VxoAZzpUqI5/s1600-h/2-06-10+045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Ild5h7x54D1lb3x0ivAdPWihoy7wmgeBnaMd-QbzucZ9pqdmUkr9dKNTjOoxLr13dtaAwQ_2JYuU9YoJfdPwoQi88F17MGLyDCo5froiKgp4DWBiJAaCH7546mJOMIM72VxoAZzpUqI5/s320/2-06-10+045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166605493898194" /></a>This face is telling me, "Hats are fun, but, really, Mom, it's not Easter yet."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuCWw9CcrkspOSK4ISIT44ubklUF1-6dLoxGAT6pq0gd-MCqQVRmZRo02JARRNycPOf6zqwN8z1_cQSjfXeibjqwqzzuvLmi8pU-OXgNB5Hsaz-B6NeDWWwOZT2d-i6XTDAUiyXBqmivO/s1600-h/2-06-10+046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuCWw9CcrkspOSK4ISIT44ubklUF1-6dLoxGAT6pq0gd-MCqQVRmZRo02JARRNycPOf6zqwN8z1_cQSjfXeibjqwqzzuvLmi8pU-OXgNB5Hsaz-B6NeDWWwOZT2d-i6XTDAUiyXBqmivO/s320/2-06-10+046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166604675872066" /></a>"Anyone see any rain?"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K-XCKwiRBMP0wg1K1zRv-NAAm2QFZapKegtubDyjRbSDbajBUV7Sn75mumLtKkUnAMWy9P3285W0zfaMZN3rEhzRRp8huFfa1efQ8B5qzIcq4FnYbfWFR-wH50LoN-9LWM7D3Z-X2JaR/s1600-h/2-06-10+063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K-XCKwiRBMP0wg1K1zRv-NAAm2QFZapKegtubDyjRbSDbajBUV7Sn75mumLtKkUnAMWy9P3285W0zfaMZN3rEhzRRp8huFfa1efQ8B5qzIcq4FnYbfWFR-wH50LoN-9LWM7D3Z-X2JaR/s320/2-06-10+063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166595013961938" /></a>Peek-a-boo, sweet girl! Erin is playing with toys more and more. She is developing quite a sweet personality.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRIlxxqsdms627GHbovvzgUE_aoF9VZGFSTRSEVmoY8ofwEPowhoXgBT-7eJZCO2ZXGMHkk703Eocc-hpnGh0MlfjIg1Az5R5AeEHqWr8ihS2m08XCQ3cezESjRo-mo5byGx9Iyd082dj/s1600-h/2-06-10+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRIlxxqsdms627GHbovvzgUE_aoF9VZGFSTRSEVmoY8ofwEPowhoXgBT-7eJZCO2ZXGMHkk703Eocc-hpnGh0MlfjIg1Az5R5AeEHqWr8ihS2m08XCQ3cezESjRo-mo5byGx9Iyd082dj/s320/2-06-10+034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166586183412162" /></a>"Hi, there, Mommy! I love you! Where have you been all this time? Will you play with me? Now?"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7Iaijw2MnxaWFWoXsnh4Zm8vZOc3cSQXSiJdXLb7LncS3UigizDOiPCcZHlHOmzqaPN2kgOwkrVL-QFICzHFZPOJI2-iEoUgpZfYQ_buat1U6DBdh_NxUPUguuORnL2GPqV2PSJT1_H_/s1600-h/2-06-10+023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7Iaijw2MnxaWFWoXsnh4Zm8vZOc3cSQXSiJdXLb7LncS3UigizDOiPCcZHlHOmzqaPN2kgOwkrVL-QFICzHFZPOJI2-iEoUgpZfYQ_buat1U6DBdh_NxUPUguuORnL2GPqV2PSJT1_H_/s320/2-06-10+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166581198864002" /></a>"Cereal! Oh, how much fun is this! I think I like this eating thing. It sure is messy!"Melissa Barnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317214617228142256noreply@blogger.com0