<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:03:03.538-07:00</updated><category term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Peterson Playhouse</title><subtitle type='html'>Living the good life with three little angels and MY MAN!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4006106678705219753</id><published>2011-12-29T15:30:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:26:46.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Warning, this post is very long because I don't want to forget the details.  If you want to skip straight to the pictures, they are at the end.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a very bumpy ride getting this little angel here.  We waited to find out who this little person would be, and Owen, Lizzie, Tori and I were all pretty sure that this baby would be Charlotte Kay Peterson...but Daddy thought it was a boy, and he was right!  The only problem was that we had NO idea what to name a boy.  After months of searching, we had a list of names.  Daddy liked Ian, Miles, and Wyatt (in that order), and Mommy liked Jonah, Isaac, and Wyatt (in no particular order).  So, here's how it went down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My due date was December 24, Christmas Eve.  I hoped all through the pregnancy that this baby would come safely, and well before the due date.  Since my experience with babies never once included counting contractions, I wasn't really concerned about that part.  As I told people a thousand times, "My body doesn't know how to contract without pitosin."  My only hope was to have my water break.  I also had a hospital date on December 19 to be induced.  I went to my appointment on Friday, December 2, and was only at a 2.  Bummer.  At least that would leave time for my sister to take some maternity photos the following Saturday.  That didn't happen, but before my sweet nephew Liam was born we took a few of the prego bellies together.   (Keep in mind that I still had six weeks to go at this point!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YKtzIIxM_c/Tv5VSZjUmoI/AAAAAAAACqQ/FbbVCwsGs7Q/s400/Preggersx2%2B037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692080753627929218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWLEfdupnwc/Tv5VSi7cueI/AAAAAAAACqc/PthYCdTaEl0/s400/Preggersx2%2B094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692080756145043938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvIP1E1axgM/Tv5U-W6ehBI/AAAAAAAACp4/CbM3UvVnenE/s400/Preggersx2%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692080409322357778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6gOMzNMLQI/Tv5U--avJbI/AAAAAAAACqE/rbv4uDtN1GE/s400/Preggersx2%2B023-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692080419926648242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At 2:30 AM on December 6 I woke up to horrible pain in my lower abdomen that radiated down into my thighs.  Well, those obviously weren't contractions, because nobody had ever said a single thing about having contractions in your legs.  I ignored them and tried to go back to sleep.  No such luck.  I was up for hours with these annoying (and totally inconsistent) pains, until my kids started waking up.  At that point I went about my day as normal.  Got all three kids ready for school, taught two preschool classes, and when kids got home from school we started homework, piano practice, etc.  Somewhere in the middle of the day I called my midwife and asked her what the pains were...apparently they were contractions!  Unfortunately for me, they had almost stopped by then.  There had only been a few during my afternoon class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat working on the preschoolers' gifts to their parents I started to realize that the contractions were really getting bad, and I started timing them.  They were still 7-10 minutes apart, so nothing to get excited about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up and started making dinner.  The contractions went crazy almost the minute I stood up.  I tried to prepare food, but quickly gave up and opted for a meal of leftovers.  I couldn't even handle that, and my precious seven year old offered to take over.  She started to reheat food for each of her siblings.  Every 5 minutes or so Tor would come to hold my left hand and Liz would run in to hold my right as I tried to breath through the contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom called and asked if he ought to come home from the work event he was at.  I told him that there was nothing to get excited about and not to worry about it.  After all, my body doesn't know how to contract...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I laid down in bed in an attempt to see if these contractions were really going somewhere.  They slowed down right away.  I waited 20 minutes for a contraction, then 15, then 7. Still slower than before. Hmmm now what?  Off to presidency meeting I went.  After all, being in the primary there are a million things to get done in December.  I counted contractions all through the meeting, but we were looking at 8 minutes apart, so nothing to worry about yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home from my meeting at around 10:00 I was annoyed.  I had been having contractions for hours but didn't really feel like it was doing anything, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do if it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we went to bed, but the contractions got worse.  Now is it time to call the hospital?  I had no idea.  At around midnight I called the midwife again.  The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jane, I am so sorry to call you so late, but I am having some pretty intense contractions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How far apart are they?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"About 2-4 minutes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, do you want to deliver this baby in your living room?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, then I suggest you get to the hospital."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my mom to come and sit with my other kids over night while I went to the hospital.  When we finally got to the hospital and checked in it was around 1 AM on December 7.  Before they asked my name or told me their names, the three nurses racing around my room asked if I wanted an epidural.  YES PLEASE!!  My midwife came in to check me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please don't send me home, Jane!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jenn, you aren't going home.  You are at an 8 1/2 almost a 9!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY CRAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anesthesiologist raced in, they got me an IV, and they put a blood pressure cuff around it to get my fluids in.  (I did this without an epidural the last time, and it was rough.  This time I was gonna do everything in my power to get the drugs!)  The epidural test dose was in and that was all I was gonna get.  Three contractions worth of pushing later I looked down to see my beautiful, miraculous baby boy!  (OK, so there are some details left out there, including the explosion that soaked Daddy when my water finally broke, but this is still a public blog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6MuBTV_NN4/Tv5OAju1BlI/AAAAAAAACpI/-NceZwXvCh4/s400/isaac%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692072750541506130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReBEpLhnOhE/Tv5OBTJpJNI/AAAAAAAACpg/JUXewoThqJw/s400/isaac%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692072763270440146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTJnSOlzzW4/TwPhNtz4OMI/AAAAAAAACrY/UOHCBiuQuLU/s400/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693641979678177474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc190_UjUAg/TwPhNW2DofI/AAAAAAAACrM/s9DIkAm6K90/s400/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693641973513298418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I DESPERATELY wanted a picture where I looked pretty right after the baby was born, but apparently when you have a baby on short notice, in the middle of the night, that doesn't happen.  I still look happy, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on5opte82K0/Tv5OA9gYNUI/AAAAAAAACpU/-jr3MidYnOc/s400/isaac%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692072757460219202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little man was 6 lb 15 oz when he was born, but only 6 lb 4 oz at his check three days later.  He couldn't figure out how to suck, so he lost tons of weight.  He is doing so much better now, thankfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now onto the two difficult tasks--breaking the news to the kids that the baby was not a sister, but a brother, and finding a name for this little prince.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For several hours we fretted over what his name should be.  The only name we both liked was Wyatt, but we didn't feel like that was the right name.  Finally we realized that since he was our miracle, the baby that we weren't sure would ever exist, he needed to be named Isaac.  Just like the Isaac in the Bible that was a miracle and a gift to his parents, this little guy was a gift and a miracle.  His middle name, Allen, was easier than I expected.  He was born on Pearl Harbor day, and his great grandpa Allen, who had passed away only a matter of weeks before he was born, was a veteran of WW II.  We couldn't think of a better way to remember him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breaking the news to the siblings was much easier than anticipated.  They were so happy to meet their brother that they barely even noticed that it wasn't the sister they were expecting.  I love the expressions on their faces in this picture.  They were so happy to meet him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdkljaApwSs/TwPhOVy9MCI/AAAAAAAACrk/IlPvs2iUZSQ/s400/photo%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693641990411726882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4006106678705219753?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4006106678705219753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4006106678705219753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4006106678705219753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4006106678705219753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-baby.html' title='MY BABY!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YKtzIIxM_c/Tv5VSZjUmoI/AAAAAAAACqQ/FbbVCwsGs7Q/s72-c/Preggersx2%2B037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4042678956695194870</id><published>2011-12-29T15:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:01:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PreChristmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year getting ready for Christmas was a little different, since we knew that we would have a special delivery sometime during this festive season.  I tried to be ready by starting our baking and decorating early, but our surprise guest was supposed to arrive on December 24 (yup, Christmas Eve).  Some of our preparations included baking cookies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOvrOhvcBjM/Tv49u_nf0qI/AAAAAAAACo8/kVcEKTiwupc/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692054856603259554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDOjMdOaOLg/Tv49uQzy7aI/AAAAAAAACow/slyn_0V7hi0/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692054844038376866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and setting up the decorations.  Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for the kids (and the neighbors/friends that would have received some goodies) our delivery came early and preparations came to a screeching halt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-OpnLaeEmA/Tv48XmxXxBI/AAAAAAAACoM/_uLC93mTiUo/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053355285169170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISKNeUVLqzw/Tv48YqNwS4I/AAAAAAAACok/06DM2LwJ6xU/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053373389392770" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BjL46PwcQw/Tv48YMRP9TI/AAAAAAAACoY/l8iLVXuw8fI/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053365350987058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(HOLY COW I WAS HUGE!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another part of our Christmas preparation was Tori's second Christmas recital!  I get so nervous whenever she performs.  Unfortunately, she was nervous this year too.  I could tell before she started.  While I was curling her hair she asked what would happen if she messed up.  Sure enough, she psyched herself out and found herself in tears on the piano bench.  I was so proud of her when she got back up later in the recital and played her songs perfectly!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTWm2UkdBjo/Tv473wWqejI/AAAAAAAACoA/OzvjRVah7JE/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692052808101689906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtX_QnPiF10/Tv473dDOhuI/AAAAAAAACn0/43m-W6vp2t4/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692052802919892706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4042678956695194870?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4042678956695194870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4042678956695194870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4042678956695194870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4042678956695194870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/prechristmas.html' title='PreChristmas'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOvrOhvcBjM/Tv49u_nf0qI/AAAAAAAACo8/kVcEKTiwupc/s72-c/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5020147703688148998</id><published>2011-12-29T15:25:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:10:54.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip/Fall Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Even though the doctor wouldn't totally clear me for full activity, I got to go with Tori on her field trip.  I was so happy to go and finally keep the promise I made to hear nearly a year ago!  I had to trade with Daddy half way through the field trip so that he could do the walking through the SUPER COOL dinosaur exhibit, but I got to ride on the bus and go to the 3-D dinosaur movie with my girl and her second grade friends!  So sad that I forgot to take more pictures, but here we are all loaded on the bus and ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCMKzffA27A/Tv42XF0TWLI/AAAAAAAACnc/rAxP8QX4zQA/s400/ipod%2Bpics%2B061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692046749369325746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz was picked to be the "Top Banana" for her kindergarten class.  That means that she got to spend the week with "Bongo" the monkey and do lots of fun things with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXf-UM-VQnQ/Tv4zancg32I/AAAAAAAACm4/CnwoxzAhzjk/s400/bongo%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692043511401078626" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMdheY0wGLU/Tv4zaHirpjI/AAAAAAAACms/b0N-C7E_Buc/s400/bongo%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692043502837016114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the week she gets to bring in her poster and talk about herself.  She also got to bring in a snack and a favorite book to read to the class.  It was fun to see her on display since she is not generally the one that jumps into the spotlight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMluJmaZwuU/Tv40HSB0_XI/AAAAAAAACnE/sbof3rI-EwE/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692044278746119538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6c97476lNk/Tv40HsaT63I/AAAAAAAACnQ/YEYUhL1aFz0/s400/nov%2Band%2Bdec%2B2011%2B004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692044285828131698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got to go to Time Out For Women for the first time this year!  I was so happy to go and to be with such great friends!  It was a truly fun and uplifting experience.  I hope I get to go every time they come to Colorado!  Thanks Jill, Anna, Angie and Vanessa for making if fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNABXs2Ab8/Tv4vCEXz8qI/AAAAAAAACmU/GmsiTXV0reg/s400/sept-oct%2B2011%2B176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692038691622744738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They said no outside food, but honestly, who is gonna try to take a REALLY pregnant lady's frosty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNABXs2Ab8/Tv4vCEXz8qI/AAAAAAAACmU/GmsiTXV0reg/s1600/sept-oct%2B2011%2B176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnK0Bq-j028/Tv4vCeqJjVI/AAAAAAAACmg/jdIKggprn9g/s400/sept-oct%2B2011%2B178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692038698678979922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall also means chaos if you happen to be serving with the children of our church's congregation.  We work all year to present an uplifting and fabulous program for the congregation.  This was the last practice we had with all the kids at church before the final presentation.  I was so proud to be part of the program, and so amazed by the spirit that these sweet angels brought to that meeting! (There are about 70 kids crammed into that room...it was HOT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YT-bM_iOwtk/Tv4t6eWCQVI/AAAAAAAACl4/h_3pSS7nFeM/s400/ipod%2Bpics%2B067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692037461644034386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMC5AujgBFc/Tv4t7Fhk7TI/AAAAAAAACmI/c04r4bU3TKA/s400/ipod%2Bpics%2B070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692037472161426738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCqgrfp4RkI/Tv4t6CF-QrI/AAAAAAAACls/8C5gfFk9MMU/s400/ipod%2Bpics%2B068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692037454060470962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so this wasn't really in late fall, but it was essential that I share these clips.  TOO HILARIOUS!  Thanks Shane, Trav, and Allie for the motivation.  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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCMKzffA27A/Tv42XF0TWLI/AAAAAAAACnc/rAxP8QX4zQA/s72-c/ipod%2Bpics%2B061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3757525985180643342</id><published>2011-12-29T15:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:28:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I was thrilled to have a nice late fall and keep the snow away for a few extra weeks, my kids were desperate to use their snow gear!  They finally got their wish.  A snow day right after fall break!  Lots of time playing in the snow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmpE9wjyRjk/Tv4sGLsTxaI/AAAAAAAAClI/Q4l_lsi8W6o/s320/fall%2B2011%2B065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692035463772358050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFLgHNygyG4/Tv4sFhJUp5I/AAAAAAAACk8/jWiK36j5h8A/s320/fall%2B2011%2B066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692035452351326098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warming up with "tea parties" (ours were actually cocoa parties),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDKOhO6nCb8/Tv4sUAQ5DxI/AAAAAAAAClU/UWBljSO4dfc/s320/ipod%2Bpics%2B089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692035701222739730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60uTD_vBuTA/Tv4sUbctgDI/AAAAAAAAClg/XO5wlOYVQNY/s320/ipod%2Bpics%2B092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692035708520071218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and making rice krispie snowmen.  Some of them looked more like snowmen than others, but they were all delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XaGu0H-2lw/Tv4rlxzLIZI/AAAAAAAACkw/k-UdOy-X_2Y/s320/fall%2B2011%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692034907066016146" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4LlSGeNzu4/Tv4rlSx9irI/AAAAAAAACkk/eVybdpKPYqI/s320/fall%2B2011%2B058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692034898739432114" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8Vj8rPFqB4/Tv4rk1NwHeI/AAAAAAAACkY/TU4MoF4RA2M/s320/fall%2B2011%2B062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692034890802929122" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3757525985180643342?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3757525985180643342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3757525985180643342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3757525985180643342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3757525985180643342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-winter.html' title='Finally Winter!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmpE9wjyRjk/Tv4sGLsTxaI/AAAAAAAAClI/Q4l_lsi8W6o/s72-c/fall%2B2011%2B065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7161745381195368090</id><published>2011-12-29T15:13:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:15:54.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preparing for Halloween is always half stress, half fun.  This night was the fun part.  Just ignore the incredibly fat lady in the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OD3LLI8Pyg/TvzyQ8jxOaI/AAAAAAAACiI/4PefjNlURY4/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691690402037447074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrAfdvzPtEU/TvzyQNn373I/AAAAAAAACh8/33dYGFRzVDM/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691690389438197618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6F7gUrk4WA/TvzyPwN4moI/AAAAAAAAChw/ykbeDGi_Iqc/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691690381544561282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The boys made a jack-o-lantern,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ImFYoGrwTc/Tvzzgb59dLI/AAAAAAAACiU/uXAhDm4sChU/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691691767661687986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3Yy1JCvYB4/TvzzhQTii3I/AAAAAAAACis/BeqTfh9IjnE/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691691781727619954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and the girls used a pattern, 'cause Mom is way less creative and artistic than Dad! (It was supposed to be a cat and a skeleton, if you couldn't tell.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VxjqlKF-64/Tvzzg4Y_LCI/AAAAAAAACig/suWoT6mEwEY/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691691775308016674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween night was fun for the kids too!  In addition to school Halloween parties, (ok, so Owen's wasn't actually ON Halloween, but ya know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kIgWmM-UbU/Tvz2wmBN1iI/AAAAAAAACi4/aEg3Um5wfSM/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691695343789266466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0PIIVZD8OA/Tvz2w6cWoVI/AAAAAAAACjE/zO2GpyuUARc/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691695349271798098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Remember the parade, and getting to show off your costume?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCrP6Oh4Ij4/Tvz3IwBiMdI/AAAAAAAACjQ/nwCAORXSGx0/s320/fall%2B2011%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691695758791815634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--O81VQdoflE/Tvz3JUF9-mI/AAAAAAAACjc/KWCS8SRAlyY/s320/fall%2B2011%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691695768474090082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AKGP9fNKr0/Tvz3_e5wCHI/AAAAAAAACjo/Br2xBs4go9Y/s320/fall%2B2011%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691696699088570482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the kids got to go to the tri-ward trick or treat with our church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FD6ZuKaNnTQ/Tvz4a7dnG7I/AAAAAAAACkM/urZTa46glT0/s320/fall%2B2011%2B030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691697170611641266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTPkX1HVQsc/Tvz4Aj1SEjI/AAAAAAAACkA/Cahjn2ccdcc/s320/fall%2B2011%2B039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691696717591876146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVkF0QDLv9k/Tvz3_1V70MI/AAAAAAAACj0/fhj3Gdlzi5A/s320/fall%2B2011%2B037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691696705112363202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owen couldn't decide if he wanted to be Spider Man or Batman, so he was both.  Total coincidence that he and his cousin coordinated at the trunk or treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we headed to the "Halloween House" on our street that is all decked out for the Holiday and draws quite a crowd.  While we left the dads to wait in line there, we went up and down the street trick or treating.  All in all they had a BLAST, and got TONS of candy!  You gotta love it when you have to empty out trick or treat buckets so that the kids can continue trick or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; treating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Tom and I went to a Halloween party too.  The costumes were way better in my head than they turned out in reality, but Tom looked pretty good.  For those of you that haven't seen the movie, we are "Juno" and "Paulie Bleaker."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeEVZwfMAo/Tv43u_UnSGI/AAAAAAAACno/tunDCB3GNU0/s400/sept-oct%2B2011%2B226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692048259454290018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7161745381195368090?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7161745381195368090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7161745381195368090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7161745381195368090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7161745381195368090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OD3LLI8Pyg/TvzyQ8jxOaI/AAAAAAAACiI/4PefjNlURY4/s72-c/sept-oct%2B2011%2B306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6225001165356211906</id><published>2011-12-29T15:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:52:23.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Fall Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In an effort to catch up, I am going to do brief posts with lots of pictures...deal with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNHn3VDVjUs/Tvzr5dfv0wI/AAAAAAAAChk/tgAir3E4oic/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691683401492321026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a faulous "Indian Summer" this year.  The kids were raking leaves in their shorts, and riding bikes well into December!  It was glorious!  Being really big pregnant can make a cranky mom, but thankfully the outside time greatly reduced my stress level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNmzQ-go4lo/Tvzr5GZZ6eI/AAAAAAAAChY/RJvp3ks9kL4/s1600/sept-oct%2B2011%2B253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNmzQ-go4lo/Tvzr5GZZ6eI/AAAAAAAAChY/RJvp3ks9kL4/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691683395291703778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amMd2GUto5I/TvzrhLQAwCI/AAAAAAAAChM/I8Ah7h31KgY/s1600/sept-oct%2B2011%2B237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amMd2GUto5I/TvzrhLQAwCI/AAAAAAAAChM/I8Ah7h31KgY/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691682984277622818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiRVvEDCaGY/TvzrgTRd16I/AAAAAAAAChA/lKervLwlDsU/s1600/sept-oct%2B2011%2B236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiRVvEDCaGY/TvzrgTRd16I/AAAAAAAAChA/lKervLwlDsU/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691682969251338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpVYVxXGTLA/Tvzrf2AA9FI/AAAAAAAACg0/Succ75XZ5J4/s1600/sept-oct%2B2011%2B234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpVYVxXGTLA/Tvzrf2AA9FI/AAAAAAAACg0/Succ75XZ5J4/s320/sept-oct%2B2011%2B234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691682961393513554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Daddy for being outside with them so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6225001165356211906?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6225001165356211906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6225001165356211906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6225001165356211906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6225001165356211906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/12/fabulous-fall-fun.html' title='Fabulous Fall Fun!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNHn3VDVjUs/Tvzr5dfv0wI/AAAAAAAAChk/tgAir3E4oic/s72-c/sept-oct%2B2011%2B253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4712325341955830193</id><published>2011-11-04T14:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:57:46.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>Better late than never?  I am attempting to catch up...again.&lt;div&gt;Well, we did swim lessons a little differently this summer.  This year we went to "Nana's pool" and did lessons with some of the cousins.  It was really fun to be able to watch the cousins together, and I must admit that it was nice for mommy to sit and watch while chatting with two of my sisters.  Tori took lessons with Hunter and Lil.  She has always been the most cautious of my three little monkeys, but I think having her cousins with her pushed her to try a little harder.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08TgsA-JAD4/TrSgil9RTNI/AAAAAAAACgY/Y6oTJRx8mB8/s1600/Starred%2BPhotos31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08TgsA-JAD4/TrSgil9RTNI/AAAAAAAACgY/Y6oTJRx8mB8/s400/Starred%2BPhotos31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671334346931391698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz was in lessons with Sophie and Marlee.  The three of them are close enough in age and ability that basically, they played in the water together and were very easily distracted.  They had a blast though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AP1kW5PStc/TrSghR8UUOI/AAAAAAAACgM/bqHmLcE-Dz4/s1600/Starred%2BPhotos32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AP1kW5PStc/TrSghR8UUOI/AAAAAAAACgM/bqHmLcE-Dz4/s400/Starred%2BPhotos32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671334324378816738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boy has never really known how to be cautious, and the swimming pool really doesn't intimidate him.  He had a blast in his swimming class with Makenna.  They got a lot of alone time with their teacher....sorry for the teacher!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A66rE89LdoM/TrSggbk3iMI/AAAAAAAACf0/wA9e5z4OVYk/s400/Starred%2BPhotos30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671334309784946882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since each lesson was 30 minutes and there were never two groups together in the pool at the same time, that meant that each child spent at least an hour outside of the pool waiting on the other siblings.  Those were actually some of my favorite times.  I loved watching them all walk around the pool and chat, but I have to admit...it terrified me.  Tell me you can't see them as teenagers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voij12JW580/TrSgg6bDS1I/AAAAAAAACgA/FrsXQ365_BM/s1600/Starred%2BPhotos29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voij12JW580/TrSgg6bDS1I/AAAAAAAACgA/FrsXQ365_BM/s400/Starred%2BPhotos29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671334318065273682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4712325341955830193?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4712325341955830193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4712325341955830193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4712325341955830193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4712325341955830193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/swimming.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08TgsA-JAD4/TrSgil9RTNI/AAAAAAAACgY/Y6oTJRx8mB8/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-9064190898458438456</id><published>2011-11-04T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:13:19.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy's First Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boy has been waiting less than patiently for his shot at the first day of school.  This year it finally came!  His first day was a little different than he (or I) expected.  Luckily, he was still thrilled by it.  He and Kenna were just happy to finally have their day!  Although I must admit that this will not be the easiest class I have ever taught, it might just be the one where I learn the most.  I adore this little guy.  His energy is incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZSdnPP0XU/TrSpWH0iRiI/AAAAAAAACgo/zRBNdujJFmg/s400/Starred%2BPhotos33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671344028287911458" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-9064190898458438456?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9064190898458438456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=9064190898458438456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9064190898458438456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9064190898458438456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-boys-first-day.html' title='My Boy&apos;s First Day!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZSdnPP0XU/TrSpWH0iRiI/AAAAAAAACgo/zRBNdujJFmg/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7946894789525841388</id><published>2011-08-25T14:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:01:58.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have already sent two of my three off on their "first day" of school adventures.  The crazy thing is, I still have one more first day to go!  I can't believe that all three of my kids will be in school this year.  Even more unreal is that I have to do the first day thing three different times.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBlp1cVhMNQ/Tla3Di1KhaI/AAAAAAAACfs/HEn2iT0YPxY/s400/Starred%2BPhotos27.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644900454472779170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tori was the first to go, and she was so ready!  After Lily promised to show her where she needed to line up she was pretty much fearless.  Second grade is already looking VERY promising.  She is growing up so fast and amazes me every time I turn around.  This week she has decided that she is old enough to pack her own lunches.  YAY for me!  She makes her own sandwich and everything.  Then she will tell me when it is done so I can check it and leave her a note to find at lunch time.  LOVE IT!  She is gonna let me hang on to some little things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuQZ2pGS59o/Tla0tBi_wLI/AAAAAAAACfc/D5vBpRaK_nw/s320/august%2B2011%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644897868557828274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The same day that T started Miss Liz had her kindie interview.  She insisted on getting all dressed up.  She knocked it out of the park...at least that's what I heard.  I wasn't allowed in with her, but she was feeling pretty confident afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6A2Ne1vCsk/Tla3DJjYIqI/AAAAAAAACfk/lXBwPc423yI/s400/Starred%2BPhotos28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644900447687287458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally on Wednesday Liz got her first day!  See is so excited to be in kindergarten!  I am thrilled at how she got over her fear!  She was so nervous, but after a blessing from Daddy she said she wasn't scared anymore, but she was just a "teeny bit nervous."  I love that kid, and she LOVES school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**UPDATE** Day two of kindergarten started out with tears.  Not sobbing, just silent tears.  I'm not sure why she was upset, but I got a call from the teacher at recess and she was fine.  Her tender little heart!  I am so proud of her for going in and making the most of it despite the nerves!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if I can just get my little man ready for his class so he doesn't make his poor teacher/mother COMPLETELY crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7946894789525841388?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7946894789525841388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7946894789525841388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7946894789525841388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7946894789525841388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBlp1cVhMNQ/Tla3Di1KhaI/AAAAAAAACfs/HEn2iT0YPxY/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6298926202729476258</id><published>2011-08-25T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:36:21.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Honeymoon/Ten Year Anniversary/Babymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really know what to call this adventure, so you can figure it out on your own.  When we got married we honeymooned in San Francisco.  We always said that we would go back some day.  We decided that our ten year anniversary would be perfect, so I started saving up.  Well, wouldn't you know it, we will have a 6 week old when that milestone comes, so we quickly made some plans and off we went.  The best part?  Being alone together for several days straight for the first time in seven and a half years (since T was born).  The worst part?  I planned so well...or so I thought.  I charged the camera battery for almost 24 hours before we left for the airport.  Then it got to charge for several more days while we were gone.  You would think that one of the bajillion camera shops in San Fran would have a battery that fit our camera, but you would be WRONG!  All pictures were taken on my iPod.  Better than nothing, but I was totally bummed.  Anyway--here are the pictures I was able to get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first night there we didn't have a lot of time, so we just walked down to China Town.  I was still having a little trouble letting go of kids, so we had some souvenirs made for them.  I think that I had more fun watching this guy draw them than they will have seeing them, but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTZDgq5r6H8/TlatM0uJo2I/AAAAAAAACe8/zeU09USvJKU/s320/Starred%2BPhotos24.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644889618777744226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we became reacquainted with the transportation in San Francisco.  Everything is so totally different there than we are used to!  LOVE IT!  (Terrible trolley self portrait, but beggars can't be choosers, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3hpVegttE5g/TlatMh5FyRI/AAAAAAAACe0/TpwyNxtBm00/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644889613723355410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took a couple of cruises of the bay.  We got to see the bridges up close, and hear a little more about the history of the area.  That was fun, and a great time to rest my aching legs (poor prego is definitely not used to walking quite that much)!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvCVKfZJZZY/TlatMUFj9nI/AAAAAAAACes/Q_yCLjOwtSo/s320/Starred%2BPhotos25.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644889610017568370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The aquarium there was so fun!  There was a "people mover" that moved you through the tunnels of fish.  Pretty clever way to use the limited real estate on Pier 39!  I even got up the guts to touch the ray and the shark, but not til after my wonderful hubby did it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR9S6Pcx0ok/TlavRDGqIgI/AAAAAAAACfE/9uGn8YsE9lk/s320/Starred%2BPhotos26.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644891890381365762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the best things about San Francisco is the food...well, if you like seafood, which I don't, but my wonderful hubby does!  He got his fill of seafood and then some.  I even tried crab just for him, and it wasn't as bad as I was anticipating.  I had to get a picture of Daddy in a bib to show the kids.  They thought it was pretty hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUDBQUP6vPY/TlavROMfbZI/AAAAAAAACfM/_oCZhj24mhc/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644891893358620050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a wonderful time, and made some more wonderful memories.  Most of all, we had the opportunity to enjoy some alone time again.  It was an amazing trip just because we got to be together and only worry about each other.  I love my husband more than I can say, and I am so lucky that a man as amazing as he is found something of value in me, and committed to spend eternity with me.  I love him so much, and I loved our trip!  Needless to say, we will NOT be waiting another 10 years!  How's next summer for you babe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6298926202729476258?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6298926202729476258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6298926202729476258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6298926202729476258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6298926202729476258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-honeymoonten-year.html' title='Second Honeymoon/Ten Year Anniversary/Babymoon'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTZDgq5r6H8/TlatM0uJo2I/AAAAAAAACe8/zeU09USvJKU/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4568324597364653294</id><published>2011-08-25T13:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:56:42.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbing for Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO9gIjL0ygI/Tlan1lyV7DI/AAAAAAAACd0/x2TV-wWYRKo/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644883722073664562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where did they get the idea?  Your guess is as good as mine.  Why did they do it?  Because they begged, and their parents are suckers... They loved it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AkBM_P-Z5wA/Tlan14sSqsI/AAAAAAAACeE/q0jRMwZg0A0/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644883727148559042" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jnaXFfMHTk/Tlan2IDBIyI/AAAAAAAACeM/j79HGZd8Fmw/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644883731270411042" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1q0_zfrw6yo/Tlan15VF08I/AAAAAAAACd8/Z7tdKYff8Vo/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644883727319684034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWj5N5mV6xA/TlaoG_WkAyI/AAAAAAAACec/EDZMJ7tj0WA/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644884020994245410" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uR8Jh3Hc9pY/TlaoG9FzfAI/AAAAAAAACeU/wejgLK1a8ZM/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644884020387085314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkREx7yW6tU/TlaoHC_hUjI/AAAAAAAACek/vzzJ5T07YtY/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644884021971341874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes you just gotta let them do these things...hopefully it will be a fun memory for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4568324597364653294?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4568324597364653294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4568324597364653294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4568324597364653294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4568324597364653294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/bobbing-for-apples.html' title='Bobbing for Apples'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO9gIjL0ygI/Tlan1lyV7DI/AAAAAAAACd0/x2TV-wWYRKo/s72-c/IMG_1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3543614070475841579</id><published>2011-07-11T13:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:46:34.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie is FIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2BgY473Yg/TlamUUx3wgI/AAAAAAAACds/R8hMR1aih78/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2BgY473Yg/TlamUUx3wgI/AAAAAAAACds/R8hMR1aih78/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644882051060974082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sweet little angel turned 5!  I can hardly believe she is that old!  She is my most tender little one, and she remains the most giving little person I know.  I always thought that once she got a little older she would not be so generous.  You know how kids figure out that when they give away one of their candies, that means there is one less for them to eat?  Yeah, well, that realization set it, and my Bizzie girl still shares just as she always had!  She amazes me every day with her tender spirit, her generosity, and her desire for good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My girl decided (with a little help from her Mom who was a little sick of character parties) to have a splash party for her birthday this year.  I think we ought to do this every year!  Best party ever to plan and execute!  First step was picking the cake she wanted...flip flops, to match the invitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdGeiOajCM/TlajlLWbjhI/AAAAAAAACdc/6dVD7WpMDXc/s320/Starred%2BPhotos17.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644879042052853266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next step was planning the games!  First we played a little water relay race where they had to fill their sponges with water from the baby pool then they had to race back and fill the bowl.  It was HILARIOUS to see how little water actually made it into the bowls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu9WdrKlLPM/TlaikIlnITI/AAAAAAAACc8/Geq2docqavQ/s320/Starred%2BPhotos18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644877924619723058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next game was the over the head bowl fill...even less water made it into the bowls, but they were nice and wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUkDLEtVWro/TlaiiuMi5AI/AAAAAAAACc0/riZSAXw6Bl0/s320/Starred%2BPhotos19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644877900355396610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No splash party is complete without a water balloon toss/fight.  They were awesome to watch!  They all started off in pairs and ended up in a free for all.  So funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNHtt63HOmU/Tlaiho6Ov0I/AAAAAAAACcs/EB2SyHvXg30/s320/Starred%2BPhotos20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644877881756532546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little duck racing was next in line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEapdOqutbQ/Tlai4gC8kFI/AAAAAAAACdU/Uw3d8a89z4o/s320/Starred%2BPhotos21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644878274514161746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Followed by some cake and presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5p1zXmoF0/Tlai4eXDLxI/AAAAAAAACdM/qu8LWQORG10/s320/Starred%2BPhotos22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644878274061610770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the grand finale?  A combination of pool/buckets of water/water hopscotch (yeah, I didn't know it existed either), and a good old slip and slide.  I am pretty sure we wore them out.   At the very least, Mom and Dad were tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2oHTxT9h0bM/Tlai4M32KEI/AAAAAAAACdE/n1Rf9a61Rj4/s320/Starred%2BPhotos23.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644878269367330882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday my princess!  You are my JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3543614070475841579?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3543614070475841579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3543614070475841579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3543614070475841579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3543614070475841579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/07/lizzie-is-five.html' title='Lizzie is FIVE!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj2BgY473Yg/TlamUUx3wgI/AAAAAAAACds/R8hMR1aih78/s72-c/May-July%2B2011%2B055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6685229994741250234</id><published>2011-07-11T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:59:34.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's and Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owen finally got to go on a Father's and Sons campout, and he was PUMPED!  Dirt, fire, outdoors, sticks...what more could a boy ask for, right?  Mommy was super nervous about my boy coming home in one piece, but Daddy didnt' seem concerned.  I didn't hear a lot in the way of details, and the pics don't tell much of a story, but this is what I got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--57XpWY2vMk/TlKmnxANleI/AAAAAAAACck/K5HvJsNZXkc/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643756485147989474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He likes marshmallows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZaC2TdvLQ/TlKmnmcdA4I/AAAAAAAACcc/TqX3HOUsjo4/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B243.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643756482313651074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He likes fire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--v6fS5B63AM/TlKmnenU7PI/AAAAAAAACcU/yuh0oS6eZsg/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B244.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643756480211774706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a total nut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6685229994741250234?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6685229994741250234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6685229994741250234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6685229994741250234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6685229994741250234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/07/fathers-and-sons.html' title='Father&apos;s and Sons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--57XpWY2vMk/TlKmnxANleI/AAAAAAAACck/K5HvJsNZXkc/s72-c/May-July%2B2011%2B241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5335601029264093286</id><published>2011-07-11T13:41:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:06:36.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader's Theather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku83AoCNvOc/TkRgIVOrrXI/AAAAAAAACcM/5teWbwlYHxI/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku83AoCNvOc/TkRgIVOrrXI/AAAAAAAACcM/5teWbwlYHxI/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639738329628650866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tori's class didn't do a little program this year, and after seeing the ones that they have done in the past, I must admit, I was disappointed.  They did do a reader's theater though.  It was fun to see my little reader in action.  I can't believe how much she has learned in the last year!  My princess played Donkey in The Animal Band!  They made their own "costumes" (aka headbands) and backdrops.  It was a fun way to finish the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JsbZq0O2F4/TkRf9ZueGEI/AAAAAAAACb0/BojASU5VVEA/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B057.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639738141857159234" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5335601029264093286?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5335601029264093286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5335601029264093286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5335601029264093286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5335601029264093286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/07/readers-theather.html' title='Reader&apos;s Theather'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku83AoCNvOc/TkRgIVOrrXI/AAAAAAAACcM/5teWbwlYHxI/s72-c/May-July%2B2011%2B060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8679366294270647272</id><published>2011-07-11T13:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:58:27.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, since I had absolutely nothing to do the day before our BIG preschool program, Owen decided to fill my hours with an ER visit.  He is always so thoughtful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have said before, this boy has no regard for his own welfare.  He runs full out and is an absolute juggernaut!  While running around the main floor of our house he took a header into the corner of a wall.  Those pesky walls are always getting in the way!  We raced over to the urgent care where they took one look at him and sent him to the Children's Hospital ER.  By that point he was more upset about the fact that we were holding a towel on his head and wouldn't just put on a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;-Chow Band-Aid" than the fact that he was bleeding profusely from his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (For those of you that don't speak 3 year old boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;-Chow would be Lightening McQueen.  Thankfully the urgent care bandaged his head to get us to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGA91SwxKhk/TkRWQfeQ-3I/AAAAAAAACac/K-v0e-f_4P8/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639727474701040498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we finally got to the hospital (and realized that poor Lizzie didn't even have shoes on, and Mom had barely enough time to get clothes on after hopping out of the shower) and the boy was the least upset member of our pathetic little clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7vHIo73tJM/TkRX0lh22FI/AAAAAAAACbE/sPEfmy77XYQ/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639729194313635922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was calm, other than being slightly annoyed.  The most traumatic part was the irrigating of the wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Axsxfr8srWw/TkRX0ZWCNcI/AAAAAAAACa8/DxVnAvCvhng/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639729191042823618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy actually slept through the stitches.  After seven stitches, life was grand!  Add a green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; on there for good measure and all is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xNvpgZ4QI8/TkRXz31AFxI/AAAAAAAACa0/0NYBes4bXBk/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639729182045902610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******UPDATE*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than two months later, my handsome prince decided to liven up my day yet again.  As a special treat for my birthday, he decided that the back of his head needed some love and attention.  After hanging off the arm of the recliner upside down and backward, then FALLING off the recliner, he split open the back of his head on the hearth.  Gee...who could have possibly seen that one coming?  (Forgive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; pictures...in my rush I didn't grab the regular camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDQ8NixFwYM/TkRcqtlNzQI/AAAAAAAACbc/8XuakRB0PQ4/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639734522234653954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is his "brave face."  Notice the bandage on his forehead from ripping open the previous wound.  I had to keep him occupied while we waiting for the doctors, so he took pictures of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvAutU9z8Mw/TkRcqWtVqoI/AAAAAAAACbU/QXzAGwTi8To/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639734516094708354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we just needed three staples.  Note to self...next time, go with stitches!  Less traumatic putting them in and definitely less traumatic getting them out (since they were the kinds that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dissolve&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lUuHVoE3OY/TkRcq4epcoI/AAAAAAAACbk/dZwJsct6r9o/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639734525159895682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I got to spend my afternoon cleaning the carpets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-So4qQ17QtGE/TkRbliz5mWI/AAAAAAAACbM/L9NWUmiFnkM/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639733333932480866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8679366294270647272?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8679366294270647272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8679366294270647272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8679366294270647272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8679366294270647272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/07/owens-injury.html' title='Owen&apos;s injury'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGA91SwxKhk/TkRWQfeQ-3I/AAAAAAAACac/K-v0e-f_4P8/s72-c/May-July%2B2011%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1062365666330148116</id><published>2011-06-21T13:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:00:49.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49U76SqMUZI/TiW3wg2nMiI/AAAAAAAACaU/i6ZwDTFD7xE/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49U76SqMUZI/TiW3wg2nMiI/AAAAAAAACaU/i6ZwDTFD7xE/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631108953177272866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little graduate looked so pretty and did such a great job!  I was so proud!  I just can't believe that next year she is going to be in kindergarten!  YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a18_NcysDlQ/TiW3wATVZoI/AAAAAAAACaM/S4mgj82S9Zc/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a18_NcysDlQ/TiW3wATVZoI/AAAAAAAACaM/S4mgj82S9Zc/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631108944439371394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year's graduation was super emotional for me.  I am guessing that there were several things that played into that.  First of all, my own daughter was one of the kids I was saying goodbye to (at least for preschool).  Second, it was the first class that I had for multiple years that graduated, and third....hormones....ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the program went pretty well.  Of course there are all the little glitches and bugs, and the fact that the performers are 3-5 year olds, but I think all things considered it went well.  The kids were adorable, and we learned lots of lessons for next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU8CLwZ1Og8/TiW2IrP38zI/AAAAAAAACaE/NhMWj4PFus4/s320/spp%2Bmay%2B2011%2B074.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631107169261187890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I am gonna miss these kids!  We had a really great group of kids, and I will miss them all tons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WfKlccXha0/TiW2H_4_e_I/AAAAAAAACZ0/HK4E4LTPRtw/s320/spp%2Bmay%2B2011%2B065.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631107157622488050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so glad that I get some of these guys back next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WAyyc_-x-U/TiW2IcgVQ5I/AAAAAAAACZ8/h-srvk0Dutg/s320/spp%2Bmay%2B2011%2B024.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631107165303686034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1062365666330148116?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1062365666330148116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1062365666330148116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1062365666330148116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1062365666330148116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49U76SqMUZI/TiW3wg2nMiI/AAAAAAAACaU/i6ZwDTFD7xE/s72-c/May-July%2B2011%2B052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3385750868325202070</id><published>2011-06-21T13:06:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:03:02.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hds_mUaMeTA/ThtcL4ir-8I/AAAAAAAACZU/b7ycnvpNNz0/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hds_mUaMeTA/ThtcL4ir-8I/AAAAAAAACZU/b7ycnvpNNz0/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628193518555757506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori had her spring piano recital on May 21.  She is learning so quickly.  She also gets frustrated very quickly.  Hopefully she will continue to learn quicker than she gets frustrated, because we are so proud of her!!  She was a little shaken because the performer right before her really struggled (for anybody who has every been in a recital, you know how that goes!).  She got her nerves together and did great! She played "Teach Me to Walk in the Light" and "Puff the Magic Dragon."  She was great!  WAY TO GO T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd5c5ab3df6ca5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fd5c5ab3df6ca5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72C7F6A5961C3C97D47D67DE2860FC0095CDC02E.6275E7EC49B3B1B4FAB0B30878B661DD6E1F1CB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd5c5ab3df6ca5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5okBECltjQi97FfiR2hJKbMCafE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fd5c5ab3df6ca5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72C7F6A5961C3C97D47D67DE2860FC0095CDC02E.6275E7EC49B3B1B4FAB0B30878B661DD6E1F1CB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd5c5ab3df6ca5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5okBECltjQi97FfiR2hJKbMCafE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3385750868325202070?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3385750868325202070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3385750868325202070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3385750868325202070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3385750868325202070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/spring-recital.html' title='Spring Recital'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hds_mUaMeTA/ThtcL4ir-8I/AAAAAAAACZU/b7ycnvpNNz0/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6602797179376889896</id><published>2011-06-21T13:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:12:52.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have missed the carnival at our neighborhood elementary school for the last couple of years because it happened to be on the same night as our ward's trip to the temple.  Thankfully this year they were on different weekends and we got to do both!  The main attractions for our kids were the big inflatable slide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmmmKzhap_o/ThtYNz-K8YI/AAAAAAAACZM/1911zRtNKnA/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B522.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmmmKzhap_o/ThtYNz-K8YI/AAAAAAAACZM/1911zRtNKnA/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628189153642082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHKDeB681c8/ThtYNpXndqI/AAAAAAAACZE/d6vB6AWN4PU/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHKDeB681c8/ThtYNpXndqI/AAAAAAAACZE/d6vB6AWN4PU/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628189150796019362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2VVCzOnjNc/ThtYNKdaVdI/AAAAAAAACY8/m7oFs3WVtME/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2VVCzOnjNc/ThtYNKdaVdI/AAAAAAAACY8/m7oFs3WVtME/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628189142498825682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, the TRAIN!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guzD2cwad3A/ThtU-iRRe8I/AAAAAAAACYc/V1-QdsNksXo/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B496.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guzD2cwad3A/ThtU-iRRe8I/AAAAAAAACYc/V1-QdsNksXo/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628185592657443778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-544WIJZvSpQ/ThtU-d72NBI/AAAAAAAACYU/4i0bz2ZzHtU/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B494.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-544WIJZvSpQ/ThtU-d72NBI/AAAAAAAACYU/4i0bz2ZzHtU/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628185591493833746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mm8XaxBz8I/ThtU-MXV-kI/AAAAAAAACYM/wSUV2G4zmTs/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mm8XaxBz8I/ThtU-MXV-kI/AAAAAAAACYM/wSUV2G4zmTs/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628185586777324098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6602797179376889896?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6602797179376889896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6602797179376889896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6602797179376889896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6602797179376889896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmmmKzhap_o/ThtYNz-K8YI/AAAAAAAACZM/1911zRtNKnA/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2155104534528536925</id><published>2011-06-21T13:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:34:09.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Field day was fun this year!  Owen and I got to go alone to see Tori because Liz was spending the day with Nana.  We went shortly after they started and found Tori at the three legged races with her friend Simone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fiw82rFrSW0/ThYUje_WtLI/AAAAAAAACYE/ixMbTFGXuh0/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B274.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626707384292783282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just followed her class around for a while with breaks to check on Lil and H (Ang, I still have pics for you).  The activities that involved the whole class were the most fun!  Tori was pretty pumped when the girls won the tug of war against the boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5HsByGLe-d0/ThYUCxBweSI/AAAAAAAACXs/K3m6LRHO6gg/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B354.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626706822199015714" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MP87CKDF_s/ThYUZGhG1mI/AAAAAAAACX8/SsWhn0HLKZc/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B293.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626707205924771426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori was really excited to see her brother and show off for him a little bit (or maybe show him off a little bit.  I'm not really sure which).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvu0suMPe-4/ThYUYwy5FYI/AAAAAAAACX0/A5SKOZi67k8/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B288.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626707200093787522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then of course Hunter was super sweet with him too!  That boy is so sweet to my little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhleLTClndE/ThYTaNiDU0I/AAAAAAAACXc/nGFnfnTy79Q/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B430.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626706125476025154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just before we left for the afternoon Tori got to show off her hula hoop skills.  I have to say, she was pretty impressive.  She must take after her mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlJ5HuDhNHo/ThYTZ1BrlfI/AAAAAAAACXU/_CMNwZlW-5o/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlJ5HuDhNHo/ThYTZ1BrlfI/AAAAAAAACXU/_CMNwZlW-5o/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626706118897800690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2155104534528536925?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2155104534528536925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2155104534528536925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2155104534528536925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2155104534528536925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/field-day.html' title='Field Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fiw82rFrSW0/ThYUje_WtLI/AAAAAAAACYE/ixMbTFGXuh0/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2070000854447422130</id><published>2011-06-21T13:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:10:48.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting, Planting, and More Planting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every year the kids get excited to plant Papa's garden.  This year along with the plethora of tomatoes was a new crop of GRAPES!  We are all pretty pumped.  Since we were out of town when the rest of the cousins planted, Papa saved a few plants for my kiddos and we went over to have some special time with Papa in his garden.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9am5IG1w4/ThYO4i0ENJI/AAAAAAAACWU/yPpEJTrRdvM/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B254.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626701149026661522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwj18uE2ySs/ThYO5NqVEUI/AAAAAAAACWc/HGA6tvLHWLc/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B261.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626701160528548162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBJcr02P-AA/ThYOmd77DBI/AAAAAAAACWE/gxRsakEv_3c/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B243.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626700838479793170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgxTNvm4O_A/ThYOmkGkPHI/AAAAAAAACWM/l7BLzT_bdps/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B250.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626700840135048306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAnoPAWj0c4/ThYPJ1FYyYI/AAAAAAAACWk/cZMPkQvW0_0/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B270.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626701445988927874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up was our annual trip to the Denver LDS Temple to replant their flower beds.  It is such a neat opportunity for these little ones to start to see how beautiful and how important the temple is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WPmoYS_NEg/ThYPuaFxRKI/AAAAAAAACWs/LW4qkqZtj_Y/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B432.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626702074397934754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkPOOvNhjb4/ThYPvmkrrbI/AAAAAAAACW0/YfkkUS-qTdM/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B467.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626702094928686514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we finally got around to planting our own garden.  With the crazy weather this spring we ended up planting pretty much everything from starts instead of seeds.  They are doing well, but it is definitely different for the kids.  They always have fun though, and it is a great way to get them to try new veggies!  This year's crop is pretty basic...nothing new or exciting: strawberries, basil, oregano, sage, purple basil, rosemary, pumpkins, cucumbers, spaghetti squash, bell peppers, bush beans, lettuce, sugar snap peas, and of course tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugPU-j7AqP4/ThYQSbAfs1I/AAAAAAAACXM/y1n1pgFBQxQ/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B588.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugPU-j7AqP4/ThYQSbAfs1I/AAAAAAAACXM/y1n1pgFBQxQ/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626702693119538002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFx8y7i78v4/ThYQKOK_HMI/AAAAAAAACXE/o9zuB7gITCc/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B586.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFx8y7i78v4/ThYQKOK_HMI/AAAAAAAACXE/o9zuB7gITCc/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626702552234925250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQJm1I6v1Js/ThYQJaPq72I/AAAAAAAACW8/lEgdZ4zXeTU/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQJm1I6v1Js/ThYQJaPq72I/AAAAAAAACW8/lEgdZ4zXeTU/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626702538295930722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2070000854447422130?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2070000854447422130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2070000854447422130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2070000854447422130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2070000854447422130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/planting-planting-and-more-planting.html' title='Planting, Planting, and More Planting!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9am5IG1w4/ThYO4i0ENJI/AAAAAAAACWU/yPpEJTrRdvM/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-9172105661422462271</id><published>2011-06-21T12:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:48:11.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Logan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got to take a road trip to Logan, UT to be with "Unca Jon" for his graduation.  Although the kids didn't really enjoy the ceremony that much (so sorry Uncle Jon and Aunt Kelsi), they thoroughly enjoyed the trip. Congrats Jon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PugjDFJe8no/ThYK3uXodSI/AAAAAAAACVc/G-6qfvAXsLY/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B175.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626696736902247714" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxsN8PVHIsQ/ThYKq6k_J9I/AAAAAAAACVU/eznAKAPyTRI/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B166.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626696516841187282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kids especially LOVED their time with their cousins, Graham and Colin.  What fun boys!  We wish they lived closer--Graham and Owen would be inseparable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLCFMp5tkOI/ThYLmxPuwcI/AAAAAAAACV8/Z5uRa8lhl-o/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B231.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626697545128264130" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Q0Z30QIik/ThYLEFxEGqI/AAAAAAAACVk/3rO7mBFfvKA/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B184.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626696949341362850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jUKg8O27xQ/ThYKYdJQLkI/AAAAAAAACVM/eeKxmE4Ntdc/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B129.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626696199702588994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a change of pace for us to have the boys outnumber the girls for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to stay at a great house with a gorgeous yard, hot tub, bball court, and plenty of room for a great sleepover every night!  We took lots of walks to see the river, and to "fish" for moss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q49j-ewVKsQ/ThYKN_LlY5I/AAAAAAAACVE/QUeUcWdBhOw/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B116.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626696019860611986" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSA8QKmYttU/ThYLPhScwgI/AAAAAAAACVs/cyc64rnw8jw/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B201.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626697145707708930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDVhrgyXY0s/ThYLmbKPwiI/AAAAAAAACV0/DNhQdWYBpcQ/s320/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B213.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626697539199681058" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time and always feel sad when we have to leave Grammy, Grampy, uncles, aunts and cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-9172105661422462271?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9172105661422462271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=9172105661422462271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9172105661422462271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9172105661422462271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-to-logan.html' title='Trip to Logan!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PugjDFJe8no/ThYK3uXodSI/AAAAAAAACVc/G-6qfvAXsLY/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bagain%2B175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5457851156768623226</id><published>2011-06-21T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:42:48.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8s_v7q5I2E/TgDkBmIKNUI/AAAAAAAACUk/dksbckEpS8o/s320/dec-may%2B2011%2B509.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743051024151874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6SoRaJ22lo/TgDkBeE5eAI/AAAAAAAACUc/oHBeILSwmpY/s320/dec-may%2B2011%2B514.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743048862988290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I had no camera and had to take pictures on my iPod, Easter was great.  I am so sad that I don't have better pictures, but I guess I should be grateful that I have any pictures at all.  Anyway--we had fun dying Easter eggs with our cousins, Marlee and Makenna.  Although I am not really sure if they were more excited about the eggs, or the donuts Manda brought for afterward....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter morning was....EARLY.  Having church at 9 AM means that if you want to do Easter breakfast/egg hunt/Easter Bunny gifts, you have to be up early early early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq5PyxXIEVM/TgDkCpeCFXI/AAAAAAAACU0/lPIW97174yk/s320/dec-may%2B2011%2B531.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743069101069682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately it didn't take long to break through the yawns and into the fun!  They loved hunting for the eggs, and Owen loved opening each one to find the sugary treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHhv_wvJuSo/TgDkCI4xh-I/AAAAAAAACUs/mw87X4s7ACA/s320/dec-may%2B2011%2B529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743060354861026" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWweyyvK6eE/TgDkC6jFCPI/AAAAAAAACU8/2VSCUYQRPGQ/s1600/dec-may%2B2011%2B575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWweyyvK6eE/TgDkC6jFCPI/AAAAAAAACU8/2VSCUYQRPGQ/s320/dec-may%2B2011%2B575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743073685637362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just say--my kids looked GREAT for Easter!  I wish that I had a good picture because they were absolutely adorable!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun.  I love seeing Easter through their eyes, where everything is exciting and magical.  Most of all I love remembering why we celebrate and being thankful to the Lord for the gifts that we have been given, most importantly His sacrifice.  I am thankful that I have the chance to work with the little ones in our congregation and teach them about the Savior, and help them to understand why these holidays are so important.  It helps me to keep my mind and my heart in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5457851156768623226?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5457851156768623226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5457851156768623226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5457851156768623226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5457851156768623226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8s_v7q5I2E/TgDkBmIKNUI/AAAAAAAACUk/dksbckEpS8o/s72-c/dec-may%2B2011%2B509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5112510558716102019</id><published>2011-06-21T12:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:23:55.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Registered for KINDERGARTEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEfganzHowc/TgDhrYYlO1I/AAAAAAAACUU/NPlRh3p6gKo/s1600/dec-may%2B2011%2B279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEfganzHowc/TgDhrYYlO1I/AAAAAAAACUU/NPlRh3p6gKo/s400/dec-may%2B2011%2B279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620740470354557778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting caught up!  On February 25 my baby girl registered for kindergarten.  She is thrilled...that makes one of us.  She is such a peaceful, tender, sweet little thing that I will miss having her with me during the day.  I must admit that as she was sounding out words in the car for me the other day I realized how very ready SHE is for kindergarten....now we just need to get Mommy ready.  I love you Bizzie girl!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5112510558716102019?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5112510558716102019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5112510558716102019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5112510558716102019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5112510558716102019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/registered-for-kindergarten.html' title='Registered for KINDERGARTEN!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEfganzHowc/TgDhrYYlO1I/AAAAAAAACUU/NPlRh3p6gKo/s72-c/dec-may%2B2011%2B279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7166961607500694235</id><published>2011-05-23T14:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:59:04.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been so terrible about blogging over the last several months.  Partially because I have been ridiculously busy.  Partially because I may or may not have totally lost our camera...yeah.  Way to go me!  Anyway--FOUND IT!  Now it's time to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O has told us ever since his "Kachow" (aka Lightning McQueen) birthday party last year that he was going to want a Thomas cake this year.  My kids have this thing with getting an idea in their minds and not letting go.  Finally when it came time to really do the party we asked him if he was sure he wanted a Thomas cake.  We gave him all of his options, and he chose...Thomas.  We did our best, and he seemed pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqXzQvKujkI/TdrEC15uQBI/AAAAAAAACTo/IuEeSvN5EaU/s400/Starred%2BPhotos10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610011838951342098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a joint family party for both kiddos and they both got SPOILED ROTTEN!  Since T already had her big bash with friends she said it would be ok if we just did the Thomas cake for the family party instead of redoing her purse cake too.  Thank heavens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEtOmh_jIUs/TdrEDpkYzwI/AAAAAAAACTw/X_aOAFg_U8U/s400/Starred%2BPhotos11.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610011852820500226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7166961607500694235?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7166961607500694235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7166961607500694235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7166961607500694235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7166961607500694235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/confession-timeso.html' title='Confession time...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqXzQvKujkI/TdrEC15uQBI/AAAAAAAACTo/IuEeSvN5EaU/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-9114000047036221625</id><published>2011-04-04T14:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:56:09.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time...</title><content type='html'>I had an experience in January...one that changed my life, and changed who I am. I briefly glossed over it in &lt;a href="http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it was the catalyst for &lt;a href="http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-lovely-locks.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I talked to a friend about it.  The only person I had known who had dealt with it (I have since found others) too, and she told me to write it down.  Writing has always been cathartic for me, but this was different...I wasn't sure I could put it into words, but I did.  Here it is...(its kinda long and wordy, but that's how I am).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;When I was a little girl, my Dad held me when I was nervous or scared.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He held on to the back of my bike and guided me while I was learning to ride my two-wheeler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He held my hand as I moved forward with new experiences, both good and bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never thought that I could feel my Heavenly Father’s love in that same way, but now I know better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through one of life’s most difficult trials, he held my hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;In January 2011 I attended the temple with my wonderful husband.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had been praying for months to add another little angel to our family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we left the temple I asked him if had received any inspiration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me that he had, and that he felt at peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I stayed quiet and pondered the very different feeling I had in my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt distinctly that I was either pregnant, or would be soon, but that something was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pondered what that might mean.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does that mean that my child will have a disability?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will I have twins?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weeks went by and I finally got a positive pregnancy test.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started feeling nauseous and tired.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was wonderful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so happy to feel so horrible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I confided, against my better judgment, in one of my sisters.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shared our great news, and we shared tears of joy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My sweet husband and I decided not to tell anyone else for a few more months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had waited so long that we wanted to be sure. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Heavenly Father knew that I would need someone else to help our family, so he prepared a way through my sister.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days later I felt horrible pain in my abdomen for several hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ignored the pain, realizing that babies do crazy things to a mother’s body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Four days later I woke early in the morning to the same extreme pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After several hours of being doubled over in pain on the couch I was able to go about my normal life, even taking the opportunity to accompany my family to a movie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After nearly feinting in the parking lot I started to wonder if something was wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I would wait and see what the next few days would bring.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next thing I knew I was on the phone with my regular doctor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t remember making the decision to call her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a matter of fact, I am pretty sure that the choice was taken out of my hands.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Father in Heaven knew that it had to be done, and He guided me through it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;At the appointment about an hour later, they discovered an ectopic pregnancy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were devastated and terrified.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pain had been caused by internal bleeding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed to have surgery within a few hours or my life would be in danger.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My world was falling apart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only was I going to miss out on the opportunity to bring a baby into this world, but I was in mortal peril at the same time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed someone else to tend to my children and family needs while my husband and I grieved and prepared for surgery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully my Father in Heaven had prepared my sister with the information that she needed to step in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within a few hours I was at the hospital, I was alive, and my baby, or what I thought was my baby, was gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I had never heard of anyone else who had been through this particular experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even with the strength and support of my husband, I felt alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My loss was my own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My burden was heavy, and there was not anyone to help me carry it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;After the surgery there was a lot of recovering to do both physically and emotionally.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother, sisters, husband, father, and friends took great care of both types of needs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately there was still a hole.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Sunday I was left alone for the first time as my family attended their church meetings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent the nearly four hours alone sobbing uncontrollably.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was alone--so completely and utterly alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All my life I had been told that Jesus had suffered all things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I could think was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;as a man, I know he never suffered this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After hours of sobbing, days of deep sadness, and weeks of loneliness, I realized YES!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could I possibly have ignored His sacrifice?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The literal physical suffering may have been different, but His suffering was there just the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;As I look back on the experience as a whole I realized that my Father in Heaven was holding my hand the entire time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as my earthly father would have wanted to prepare me for this hardship, but Heavenly Father gave me a warning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The plan could not be changed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew the pain I was going to experience and he warned me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew that I was stubborn, so He encouraged me to call the doctor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew I was scared, so he blessed my husband with strength to hold me up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew that I needed physically and emotional stability, so He sent my brother in law and husband as righteous priesthood holders to give me a blessing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew that I was suffering, so he sent me friends and family to support me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was alone so He sent His Son to suffer all things first, so that I could find strength and companionship in the atonement and in the gospel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Looking back, I can see all I have been given.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see that my Father in Heaven acted just like my wonderful father on this earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He held my hand; he encouraged and supported me through every stage of this trial.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows me so well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew what I would need, and He offered it freely before I knew I needed it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now more than ever before I know that I am a child of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the father of my spirit, and as such he wants to guide me, support me, and hold my hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I allow Him, he will hold my hand always.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-9114000047036221625?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9114000047036221625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=9114000047036221625&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9114000047036221625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9114000047036221625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-956084073487095366</id><published>2011-04-04T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:41:35.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OTP--yup, now he's three!</title><content type='html'>My baby boy turned three!  (Again, when I find the camera, I will share pictures.)&lt;div&gt;He is such a joy, and SO VERY different from my girls!  He is so rough and tumble.  He is a monkey, a wrestler, a boxer, a runner, and most of all he is my little man!  This boy keeps me on my toes, and as a three year old he doesn't disappoint.  He has his share of fits, fights, bumps, and bruises, but overall he is so happy! Three years ago there were so many colic issues I didn't know if I would ever describe him as happy, but he is, and he shares it with everyone!  I often find the boy climbing on counters, jumping off furniture, rolling down stairs and hanging from porch swings (until he broke it).  It gives me a heart attack almost every time.  I am sure that someday I will get used to it....maybe?  For now I am just grateful to have a little boy who brings so much life into each day!  His excitement is contagious, and we are lucky to catch the bug.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At three Owen loves Thomas the Train, dinosaurs, and sharks.   He loves to be physical and active.  He isn't as interested in reading as his sisters, but there is time for that later.  He is a pistol and a spit fire, but is almost always willing to give a kiss or a hug!  I love that little boy with all my heart, and I am anxiously awaiting 4--mainly because hopefully we will be done with "being three..." if you know what I mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-956084073487095366?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/956084073487095366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=956084073487095366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/956084073487095366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/956084073487095366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/otp-yup-now-hes-three.html' title='OTP--yup, now he&apos;s three!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1402605999075952637</id><published>2011-02-14T10:54:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:54:48.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 IS a LUCKY Number, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am totally late and I feel horrible about it, but my BABY had a birthday...her seventh to be exact.  The day itself was not super exciting, especially with Daddy out of town for work, but Mommy tried.  She dressed up special in a new outfit, then O, Liz, and I paid her a surprise visit at school with a Happy Meal for lunch.  She was pretty pumped.  Then I headed back to school at the end of the day for the mandatory bright pink Rice Krispie treats (or for those of you that have noticed my affinity for the Cake Boss, "cereal treats").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She got home from school and we had to be normal at least for a little while.  I made her do her homework, etc.  (I know, I'm a bad mom.  I've accepted it.)  Then for her birthday dinner.  I asked her what I could make for her special day.  She wanted Macaroni and Cheese from Noodles and Co...so that's what she got.  Then we got to pick Daddy up from the airport, so she got to stay up late on her special day.  She was pretty pumped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnBRe3PKI7M/TVl-CdRyfEI/AAAAAAAACTc/euPrzPEilhw/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573624594531777602" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMoqjIB4_4/TVl-B74cb2I/AAAAAAAACTU/FEaNNUWxGYk/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573624585567104866" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_CnTG2XUQo/TVlv5ouqV0I/AAAAAAAACSk/LV0hNdximaY/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573609049824057154" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ1_XxuJg08/TVlvdUWnHiI/AAAAAAAACSM/eg_cuoVh-3Q/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573608563318136354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had her friend party on Saturday.  She was pretty happy with how it turned out.  I have to admit, she was a little more demanding this year than in years past.  Usually she is just happy with whatever we come up with.  This year she had a few requests, but nothing huge, and she was very appreciative.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl5Ev1WkobU/TVl94A7igII/AAAAAAAACTM/tdRmfy5j-SE/s400/Collages.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573624415123570818" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RwAPITUYII/TVl6iLwoEHI/AAAAAAAACTE/e5j6E6jGvLA/s400/Starred%2BPhotos8.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573620741538582642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zUClyRk42c/TVl6h1KkWUI/AAAAAAAACS8/4SeB2NTZfz8/s400/Starred%2BPhotos7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573620735473375554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can hardly believe that my little girl is seven years old! One more year and she will be baptized. I am so happy to have such a wonderful angel in my family. Tori loves to help, loves to learn, loves to try new things, and loves to prove me wrong. I love watching her and listening to her stories, and her thoughts! She has grown up and changed so much in the last year I can hardly believe it! I will have to post pictures if/when I find the camera, but for now, words will have to do. As a seven year old Tori reads incredibly well. She has been reading to the family out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Roald&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt;. She flies right my words like &lt;i&gt;enormously&lt;/i&gt; and doesn't even hesitate when she reads the scriptures and finds words that I can't even define for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though math isn't her favorite subject, and she gets frustrated sometimes, she is in the highest math group and works really hard at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tori has been taking piano lessons for about 6 months now, and has gone from crying every time she sat on the bench to "hey Mom, listen to this..." all the time. She rarely asks for help and often moves ahead of the songs and pages she is assigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My T monkey is a little bit moody and temperamental, but who would expect anything different from a daughter of mine? She can be a great helper, a good friend, a good example, and best of all a nice sibling (when she wants to!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so thankful that Heavenly Father allowed me to raise this little angel, and I am grateful for every day I get to spend as her mother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE YOU VICTORIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1402605999075952637?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1402605999075952637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1402605999075952637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1402605999075952637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1402605999075952637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-is-lucky-number-right.html' title='7 IS a LUCKY Number, Right?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnBRe3PKI7M/TVl-CdRyfEI/AAAAAAAACTc/euPrzPEilhw/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-42593762764552910</id><published>2011-02-07T10:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:09:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lovely Locks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told you in the last post that I had to get family pictures taken because this was gonna be a big week, well, here's why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have had short hair for most of my adult life.  Then I decided to grow it out just a little bit so that I could wear it in a pony tail at girls camp (that was almost two years ago now).  After a friend passed away from a brain tumor the day after Thanksgiving 2009 I decided that I was going to grow it out long enough to donate to Locks of Love.  Well, I did it...after going through my own personal trial I needed a pick me up.  I needed something else to talk about.  So, Mandi chopped 13ish inches off.  Here you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAqMFm-XbI/AAAAAAAACRE/-zIOxsTLzRo/s320/DSC_0809.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999126209748402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The during...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAxbaXFbuI/AAAAAAAACR0/_oZ2BsAspI8/s400/Starred%2BPhotos6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571007086059679458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAsIcG13OI/AAAAAAAACRs/wE4Sb8Gc27c/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571001262552767714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAqNaFeX_I/AAAAAAAACRk/WkcYwD1_e2g/s320/DSC_0822.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999148886253554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAqMxcGrAI/AAAAAAAACRU/pydHEocFsgw/s320/DSC_0824.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999137975315458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAqNErFnlI/AAAAAAAACRc/by6bEZX8JiE/s320/DSC_0828.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999143138434642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-42593762764552910?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/42593762764552910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=42593762764552910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/42593762764552910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/42593762764552910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-lovely-locks.html' title='Long Lovely Locks'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TVAqMFm-XbI/AAAAAAAACRE/-zIOxsTLzRo/s72-c/DSC_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8358563253085313439</id><published>2011-01-30T16:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:29:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In preparation for a big week (yup, you will find out about that later, but I'm not telling yet!) we took some family pictures yesterday.  It about killed my little post op body, but I think that they turned out pretty good.  It was totally last minute, but I really appreciated my family for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indulging&lt;/span&gt; me on this one.  Thanks to Aunt Manda for being our photographer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsFPLArQI/AAAAAAAACQk/CfHZGZMULO0/s400/Starred%2BPhotos2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186457773878530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsE22y6xI/AAAAAAAACQc/k3p5NerfIE8/s400/Starred%2BPhotos1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186451246639890" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsElikvlI/AAAAAAAACQU/VWR5X4NVlJw/s400/Starred%2BPhotos.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186446598422098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsFadwfCI/AAAAAAAACQs/LoMXFGRU1QY/s400/Starred%2BPhotos3-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186460805299234" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsFx3cjoI/AAAAAAAACQ0/0yxbH6C0awA/s400/Starred%2BPhotos5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568186467087060610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8358563253085313439?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8358563253085313439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8358563253085313439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8358563253085313439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8358563253085313439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUYsFPLArQI/AAAAAAAACQk/CfHZGZMULO0/s72-c/Starred%2BPhotos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-218390426708631774</id><published>2011-01-30T16:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:18:09.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow, it has already been a long year.  First of all, I actually celebrated New Year's Eve this year with my honey, but without kids.  That's the first time in a long time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXvlrhjJkI/AAAAAAAACQE/SSO6SahUqY0/s320/jan%2B2011%2B001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568119944931124802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I tried to catch up on some blogging...Tom thought it was ridiculous, but I thought it was quite efficient. I had pictures on two different computers, so I had to have them both up anyway.  I figured--hey, might as well not waste time.  While photos uploaded on one computer I would type on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXvQ3lvL4I/AAAAAAAACP8/Z-PyU4TZ7F0/s320/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568119587392663426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I had to deal with these little beasties.  They have taken to all sleeping in the same twin bed.  HELLO!  I don't understand it, but they actually sleep better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXvQssHONI/AAAAAAAACP0/lDJ6-5TtfUM/s320/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568119584466614482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then there was this...surgery...lots of surgery for my family in the last couple of months.  I think that our New Year's resolution should have been to avoid hospitals!   I don't have the emotional strength right now to blog about the surgery, but maybe someday.  I should have a journal that isn't public for things like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXxTI7tq8I/AAAAAAAACQM/8rT7P10pDfo/s320/photo%2B%25289%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568121825431235522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-218390426708631774?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/218390426708631774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=218390426708631774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/218390426708631774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/218390426708631774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXvlrhjJkI/AAAAAAAACQE/SSO6SahUqY0/s72-c/jan%2B2011%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-449497597394128954</id><published>2011-01-30T12:20:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:47:13.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;So there were too many stories and pictures to make just one Christmas post this year.  This was the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Petermill&lt;/span&gt;" (too many "Peterson" families, so we throw maiden names in to differentiate) family loot.  Santa left quite a haul this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW_YUQRKGI/AAAAAAAACN8/xvt6lsollzA/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568066938788194402" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We had a bit of a rough morning as Santa couldn't locate some of the gifts, and then Mom and Dad found out that the camera batteries were dead.  Strangely enough, Mommy found a surprise in her stocking that helped out.  After acting like a child and having a minor temper tantrum, Daddy forced Mommy to look in my stocking where I found my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Touch.  Great, thanks...(I was still too mad to be truly grateful--I wasn't going to have any pictures of my kids on Christmas morning) then finally Daddy said "I think that is the one with a camera in it.  DUH!  I got some pics and some video of the morning after all.  The pictures got better and better as I figured out the details of the camera.  Plus, Santa got me some pretty great stuff that I wasn't expecting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I found out that Santa totally failed by not bringing "Pillow Pets," but here are some of the favorites anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXDehttRQI/AAAAAAAACOc/TpzBGi0-5ws/s320/100_2998.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568071443527058690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The kids each got a movie, which they loved!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXW-YxB0HI/AAAAAAAACPk/Gqd3WKvOBy8/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568092881601810546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Peterson boys got a big Ferrari, and they loved it...so did the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXW-itYQ2I/AAAAAAAACPs/R0loBaRTjI4/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568092884270859106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The girls (T and Liz) got a real porcelain tea set, which they thoroughly enjoyed...so did the little boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXW-BMYh6I/AAAAAAAACPc/yN6OvSfg6PE/s320/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568092875274094498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXW9yZb2lI/AAAAAAAACPU/E558BOspepA/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568092871302306386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By far the Christmas morning favorite was the trains.  Owen got several mini train sets, which Graham loved too, so they fought.  Then Graham got some trains too, so naturally they fought over those.  They couldn't just be happy with what they got, or share both.  Rascals!  This is a terrible picture, but it is just how the morning looked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXW9o_R6sI/AAAAAAAACPM/Vkx5NGiij7g/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568092868776684226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We tried the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-church family photo again.  It worked a lot better without the bead in the nose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW_Y-9yDSI/AAAAAAAACOE/Dgx4cuclBjM/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B006.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568066950253382946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-449497597394128954?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/449497597394128954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=449497597394128954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/449497597394128954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/449497597394128954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-day_30.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW_YUQRKGI/AAAAAAAACN8/xvt6lsollzA/s72-c/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4565407097447255120</id><published>2011-01-03T13:33:00.021-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:59:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Christmas is wonderful, can I just say that?  This year we celebrated with the Petersons, which includes several traditions.  First of all--Grampy pancakes.  Its a rule--whenever Grampy is around in the morning he HAS to make Grampy panc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;akes.  He is amazing with pancake batter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0f8cFj6I/AAAAAAAACMk/ABbFqg1fwX8/s320/december%2B2010%2B036.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568054975206363042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the traditional "see how many grandbabies you can fit in the tub."  In this case, it was only four, but then there was the fabulous addition of a fully clothed Grammy joining them after a very persuasive Liz told Grammy that she got her clothes wet and soapy in the washer, so why not in the tub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0gZImglI/AAAAAAAACMs/JzOoZM2SZzQ/s320/december%2B2010%2B038.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568054982909264466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUXDHe-s3hI/AAAAAAAACOU/CCwsxk0I3sc/s320/100_3009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568071047656037906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the preparation for the traditional meal.  The Peterson family Christmas Eve tradition is to make a ridiculous amount of food, then gorge for several days.  Ok, so not really, but the tradition is that each person requests 1-3 food/drink/dessert items and then ALL of them are prepared for Christmas Eve dinner.  The kids loved being in on the fun&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW1kR91asI/AAAAAAAACNM/EUxhJ-dxB64/s320/december%2B2010%2B045.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568056149216160450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the feast we had a presentation of the nativity story.  I was fortunate to be assigned the role of "audience member."  Here's how the rest of the cast went:  Narrator-Jon, Mary-Tori, Joseph-Grampy, Wise Men-Sam, Tom and Owen, shepherds-Grammy and Susie, Inn Keeper-Graham, and Angel-Lizzie.  All costumes provided by Grandma and Grandpa Great.  They were pretty awesome too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0g6koB4I/AAAAAAAACM0/-64AcIz-w-k/s320/december%2B2010%2B052.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568054991885174658" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0hTyl2iI/AAAAAAAACM8/u104Lr6E--A/s320/december%2B2010%2B059.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568054998654638626" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0h3_LseI/AAAAAAAACNE/Hs_qQOyE4Bo/s320/december%2B2010%2B076.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568055008371126754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally we got to put jammies on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW3V9JbCaI/AAAAAAAACNs/ipU8YrA3L8w/s320/december%2B2010%2B091.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058102132705698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW3UvMXK4I/AAAAAAAACNc/jmc8b2BQRaY/s320/december%2B2010%2B083.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058081207069570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then the last tradition--the "fountain."  Usually its only on Mom's head, but this time we made an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW3WZGwqAI/AAAAAAAACN0/RxwJUhZISak/s320/december%2B2010%2B092.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568058109637732354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to those more mature Petersons reading this--don't forget to drop by Fanny Funnel's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4565407097447255120?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4565407097447255120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4565407097447255120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4565407097447255120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4565407097447255120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUW0f8cFj6I/AAAAAAAACMk/ABbFqg1fwX8/s72-c/december%2B2010%2B036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6577075081111558801</id><published>2011-01-03T13:33:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:44:13.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas is always crazy, and this year was no exception.  Along with the normal family preparations, and the preparations for the travel, we had the preschool, first grade, and primary preparations.   Here was my December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did another 10 for 10 card party.  I love doing them, and I love having time to sit and chat, but I can't say that they are totally stress free.  I seem to be completely unable to function without procrastinating.  I always wait until the last moment to do anything.  This was no exception.  I received a large quantity of new supplies and wanted to try a bunch of them out.  There was a lot of fun stuff, but I probably should have slowed the pace a bit.  Here are a few of the cards we did this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TTukaS7uWtI/AAAAAAAACK0/gH9NPWVO9ZE/s320/december%2B2010%2B001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565222536212273874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up were the school Christmas parties.  I had wonderful parents that did the parties for the preschool, so I just had to attend.  After those were finished I was in charge of the "winter party" for T's first grade class.  I was a little stressed when I found out that I was actually going to end up as the orchestrator for ALL of the first grade classes.  The hardest part about planning parties for public schools is the fact that they are not holiday parties at all.  This one had to be a winter party...no reindeer, no Santa, no elves, not even a wreath or some holly.  So, what did we do?  We ended up making marshmallow igloos and snowmen.  The igloos were not edible, but the snowmen were, and the kids LOVED it.  I ended up with more help than I anticipated from the other moms, which was a huge relief.  The best part?  T was THRILLED to have me in her class.  There will come a day when my little angel will be embarrassed to have her mother at things like that, so I was really enjoying listening to her tell people that "it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; her mom's idea" or that "her mom was in charge."  She had fun, so it was all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TTumBi2WkiI/AAAAAAAACK8/hoS-KpJJPo8/s320/december%2B2010%2B013.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565224310011236898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Sunday before Christmas is always fun because the kids get to wear their new clothes!  This year we had added excitement because the girls' dresses were being made just for them (no, NOT by me!!).  They turned out gorgeous!  The wonderful seamstress, Jacqui, also made a little bow tie for my little man.  Let's be honest.  They looked great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWqcbl8GnI/AAAAAAAACLs/E3FA6E6c5wo/s320/december%2B2010%2B018.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568043919733430898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWqa_UVH4I/AAAAAAAACLc/QKu7Z9-SYsQ/s320/december%2B2010%2B017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568043894963511170" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWqbRwiAlI/AAAAAAAACLk/rgCUu0JvVv0/s320/december%2B2010%2B022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568043899913634386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That Sunday  I had meetings before church, so I got the girls' hair etc. done so that Daddy could just put on clothes and come.  When they met me at the church they looked great!  YAY Daddy! After only a couple of quick pictures in the foyer, Owen started freaking out.  He kept saying that there was something in his nose and it hurt.  Well, duh!  His finger is always up his nose, so maybe he should stop picking his nose and it would stop hurting.  That's what his extremely sympathetic mother said.   Then he screamed, "THERE'S A BEAD IN MY NOSE!"  What?!?  Sure enough, he had stuck a bead up his nose.  The priceless picture below is so perfectly my kids.  T making a weird face, Liz messing with her mouth, and O screaming about something up his nose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWsHjzRHkI/AAAAAAAACMc/j0ai4FAMaQQ/s320/downsize.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568045760182820418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank heavens for our wonderful friends/medics, the Perrys who were able to use the chapel as a clinic that afternoon and fish out the offending bead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night we went over to Nana and Papa's house for dinner.  Then we got to have a mini Christmas celebration since we were going to be out of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWqdUhDxQI/AAAAAAAACL8/R1qNhCiL3RA/s320/december%2B2010%2B027.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568043935013782786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWqc7dJ6YI/AAAAAAAACL0/Tr_c7kElF7c/s320/december%2B2010%2B025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568043928286521730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a couple of days before we left we had a surprise visitor.  Santa himself stopped by (he had been delivering gifts to people in the ward, and had some extra time).  The kids were amazed!  The real Santa is so tall, and so happy!  After he left they spent a lot of time debating about whether this was the real Santa or just a helper....I am pretty sure he had them convinced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWsHCn9pTI/AAAAAAAACMU/sBuCyfc-uz4/s320/december%2B2010%2B033.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568045751277036850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWsGiAwGhI/AAAAAAAACMM/ePFjvtBb6gw/s320/december%2B2010%2B031.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568045742522636818" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TUWsGBWVIXI/AAAAAAAACME/Rm65PTvQ_X0/s320/december%2B2010%2B028.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568045733754773874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6577075081111558801?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6577075081111558801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6577075081111558801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6577075081111558801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6577075081111558801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-christmas.html' title='Pre-Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TTukaS7uWtI/AAAAAAAACK0/gH9NPWVO9ZE/s72-c/december%2B2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-884735004973676049</id><published>2011-01-03T13:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:54:37.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drive...yup--it gets its own post!</title><content type='html'>The drive to St. George to celebrate Christmas gets its very own post.  Why?  It was THAT eventful!  We had been watching the weather for days.  Everything was fine.  The winter has been so mild in Colorado that there really wasn't any need for concern.  Just to be extra safe, Tom took extra time off work so that our travel plans would be flexible.  We figured that way we could leave early if a storm was coming...which it did.  Luckily for us, the people that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caravaning&lt;/span&gt; with were also flexible.  We ended up leaving on Tuesday afternoon instead of early Wednesday morning to avoid the need to drive in the dark or in the snow.  The plan was to leave between 3 and 4 in the afternoon and stay the night in Grand Junction (about a 4 hour drive).  We left at around 3:50 and made it about an hour in safety and calm.  Then Tori started to complain of a stomachache.  We were in my Dad's car, so she was sitting in the middle.  We figured it was just a little motion sickness and told her to close her eyes and try to rest.  It wasn't....we were emptying every plastic bag in the car to try to...well...ya know.  Then we hear on the radio that the tunnel is closed and there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haz&lt;/span&gt; mat spill inside.  "Explosive material" was in the tunnel and all traffic was diverted over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Loveland&lt;/span&gt; Pass.  Little did I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loveland&lt;/span&gt; Pass was treacherous, slow, and a single lane in each direction.  As we were waiting in the painfully slow traffic approaching the pass, the car we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caravaning&lt;/span&gt; with got a flat tire...it took us just over an hour to fix it.  Thank heaven's it was before we got to the pass!  Tori had a minute to take care of her extra business outside the car too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!  We made the 20 mile journey over the pass in about 2 hours.  We are finally going a blistering 45 mph when we hit some lovely black ice (since it is now snowing, and about 10:00 PM).  I threw the car into 4 wheel drive, and on we continued.  Until the car just in front of the far we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caravaning&lt;/span&gt; with flipped...yup flipped.  We got there in time to watch the two teenage boys climb out safely.  Next was what I like to call "the mist of darkness" which was a fog so thick we couldn't see two lengths ahead of us, at 11:30 at night, on an icy road.  SO FUN!  We made it to the hotel parking lot shortly after midnight, and just in time for Liz to get sick.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!  Lovely.  We started out again early the next morning and came upon a boulder that had fallen in the road about 5-10 minutes before we got there.  CAN THIS ACTUALLY BE HAPPENING?  We made it the rest of the way with monsoon like rains as our only obstacle.  The drive back was completely uneventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-884735004973676049?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/884735004973676049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=884735004973676049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/884735004973676049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/884735004973676049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/driveyup-it-gets-its-own-post.html' title='The Drive...yup--it gets its own post!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-19014129496608444</id><published>2010-12-04T16:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:47:13.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Recital(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tori just started taking piano lessons a couple of months ago.  She is so excited.  She gets frustrated really easily, but she is working really hard.  They had a Christmas recital, but Nana and Papa were going to be out of town, so they got a private performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJIrsWm8FI/AAAAAAAACIk/LQgUewEdoGY/s320/DSC01525.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558084805606174802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJIsLfs3SI/AAAAAAAACIs/uojt76x75qg/s320/DSC01526.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558084813965810978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Her nervous bow was kind of adorable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJIshRD-3I/AAAAAAAACI8/Y5h_wZYyETk/s320/DSC01530.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558084819809991538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJIsW43asI/AAAAAAAACI0/dtbHJTbfmeM/s320/DSC01528.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558084817024150210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tori had told Miss Ellie at her lesson that week that she was nervous, and even though she had her piece memorized, she wanted to bring her book just in case.  She also wanted Miss Ellie to sit on the bench with her while she played.  We were in the car, getting ready to go, and she told me that she didn't need her book.  I was a little nervous, but tried to trust her.  We left the book home.  I worried and worrie&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;d.  When we got to the recital she told Miss Ellie that she could sit alone on the bench...what?  She w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as making me so nervous for her!  Well, as you can tell from the video, I was the only one that was worried.  She ROCKED it!  I am SO proud of you T!  You are so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJItID52EI/AAAAAAAACJE/X0ODUHYPcs8/s320/DSC01540.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558084830223784002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tori with Miss Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd20e0f6a328cab8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd20e0f6a328cab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1803160DDBD0D62186F34D0A8CB0C9A0D289A8E7.1110CF49D96FBEE03275ED0DE57D5FDE7A30727B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd20e0f6a328cab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVv6f3UYEpVkmDO7mcu1deHwV1ck&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd20e0f6a328cab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1803160DDBD0D62186F34D0A8CB0C9A0D289A8E7.1110CF49D96FBEE03275ED0DE57D5FDE7A30727B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd20e0f6a328cab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVv6f3UYEpVkmDO7mcu1deHwV1ck&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-19014129496608444?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/19014129496608444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=19014129496608444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/19014129496608444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/19014129496608444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/piano-recitals.html' title='Piano Recital(s)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJIrsWm8FI/AAAAAAAACIk/LQgUewEdoGY/s72-c/DSC01525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1850322428596430839</id><published>2010-12-04T16:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:57:29.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFQygnISI/AAAAAAAACHU/lSZxfvjAQ5k/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081044867391778" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFSTS8ZmI/AAAAAAAACHk/9cD6U6dmKoc/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081070848304738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;Thanksgiving was a little different.  Thanks to some not so fun health issues this year, I got to be a much bigger part of Thanksgiving prep!  I was a little nervous since I have never prepared most of the Whitmill traditional Thanksgiving dishes.  I have to say--I was pleasantly surprised.  Mandi and I worked hard, and it didn't seem like that big of a deal (keep in mind the fact that he ONE thing we weren't in charge of was the BIRD!).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFR255UYI/AAAAAAAACHc/gPAPx8K6XZI/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081063227052418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think everything turned out all right, and somehow my family members kept themselves entertained while I was busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFTQn_w-I/AAAAAAAACH0/2FSTWYWMcZs/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081087311168482" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFS3PU0FI/AAAAAAAACHs/DQrIDjdvioU/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558081080496803922" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1850322428596430839?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1850322428596430839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1850322428596430839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1850322428596430839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1850322428596430839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJFQygnISI/AAAAAAAACHU/lSZxfvjAQ5k/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3553067544861216704</id><published>2010-11-11T19:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:33:49.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy and Grampy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHhMLYIMI/AAAAAAAACIU/6grtyUlmY90/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHhMLYIMI/AAAAAAAACIU/6grtyUlmY90/s320/october%2B2010j%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558083525658812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have a ton of fun when Grammy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle Sam visit, and this trip was no exception.  They took the kids and I to Dinosaur Ridge.  I have to say--I was painfully unimpressed when we first arrived, but after our bus tour I was much happier that we had gone!  The kids had a blast, and I think the adults enjoyed ourselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHhlM2xeI/AAAAAAAACIc/q9BCsqvpUZw/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHhlM2xeI/AAAAAAAACIc/q9BCsqvpUZw/s320/october%2B2010j%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558083532375901666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJEwXBNBI/AAAAAAAACJM/OKpz_k1ckvg/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJEwXBNBI/AAAAAAAACJM/OKpz_k1ckvg/s320/october%2B2010j%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558085236178367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJFkA-3MI/AAAAAAAACJc/g0xegwPeC_Q/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJFkA-3MI/AAAAAAAACJc/g0xegwPeC_Q/s320/october%2B2010j%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558085250044583106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJFfyc9PI/AAAAAAAACJU/TzS5u-MCFow/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJJFfyc9PI/AAAAAAAACJU/TzS5u-MCFow/s320/october%2B2010j%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558085248909898994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE this picture--apparently you can taste a difference between rock and fossil...I wouldn't know, but Grammy would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgkbjVhI/AAAAAAAACIM/WFbk4-67ZmY/s1600/downsize_2%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgkbjVhI/AAAAAAAACIM/WFbk4-67ZmY/s320/downsize_2%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558083514989237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgYc-etI/AAAAAAAACIE/K9ktyKITPkQ/s1600/downsize_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgYc-etI/AAAAAAAACIE/K9ktyKITPkQ/s320/downsize_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558083511773985490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgEBrZAI/AAAAAAAACH8/II_DxW8ELlg/s1600/downsize%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHgEBrZAI/AAAAAAAACH8/II_DxW8ELlg/s320/downsize%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558083506290779138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Dinosaur Ridge we decorated "Haunted Houses,"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKWwuBCWI/AAAAAAAACJk/_reGMcgj-MQ/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKWwuBCWI/AAAAAAAACJk/_reGMcgj-MQ/s320/october%2B2010j%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086645024098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKX8NgtDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/r5Q8h0Yiph0/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKX8NgtDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/r5Q8h0Yiph0/s320/october%2B2010j%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086665288856626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKXVkzPPI/AAAAAAAACJs/RUqPzKap6pg/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKXVkzPPI/AAAAAAAACJs/RUqPzKap6pg/s320/october%2B2010j%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086654917557490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKY-1YYVI/AAAAAAAACKE/fSwQXfkNDJs/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKY-1YYVI/AAAAAAAACKE/fSwQXfkNDJs/s320/october%2B2010j%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086683172823378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKYWNqWUI/AAAAAAAACJ8/2xqkNHhDxXw/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJKYWNqWUI/AAAAAAAACJ8/2xqkNHhDxXw/s320/october%2B2010j%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558086672268810562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made candy corn cupcakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJK_CsXxaI/AAAAAAAACKM/TNoOTRGe-sg/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJK_CsXxaI/AAAAAAAACKM/TNoOTRGe-sg/s320/october%2B2010j%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087337043805602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and carved pumpkins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLBFGZ0cI/AAAAAAAACKs/b6PGzSciHqA/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLBFGZ0cI/AAAAAAAACKs/b6PGzSciHqA/s320/october%2B2010j%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087372049600962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLAjfCkPI/AAAAAAAACKk/m1rqK-j084E/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLAjfCkPI/AAAAAAAACKk/m1rqK-j084E/s320/october%2B2010j%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087363026129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJK_tyhOuI/AAAAAAAACKU/nk6lT1z_S6M/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJK_tyhOuI/AAAAAAAACKU/nk6lT1z_S6M/s320/october%2B2010j%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087348612315874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLAAnra1I/AAAAAAAACKc/O9F-6k02qs0/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJLAAnra1I/AAAAAAAACKc/O9F-6k02qs0/s320/october%2B2010j%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558087353667119954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3553067544861216704?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3553067544861216704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3553067544861216704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3553067544861216704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3553067544861216704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/grammy-and-grampy.html' title='Grammy and Grampy'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJHhMLYIMI/AAAAAAAACIU/6grtyUlmY90/s72-c/october%2B2010j%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3392502537462276754</id><published>2010-11-11T19:00:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:47:14.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>This year was the first year we have not had a theme for our costumes.  The kids picked them out right after Halloween last year, so...well, let's just say that some of them weren't my favorites.  Luckily, the kids were still in love with what they had chosen.  Tori was a witch, Lizzie was a vampire princess, and Owen was a dinosaur rider (well, according to him he was a dinosaur, but really he was the rider and just wore the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt;..). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJABnwkNgI/AAAAAAAACGM/GODf6P9hEko/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJABnwkNgI/AAAAAAAACGM/GODf6P9hEko/s320/october%2B2010j%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075286725342722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI_uNydYiI/AAAAAAAACF8/7yjOlaMHkXE/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI_uNydYiI/AAAAAAAACF8/7yjOlaMHkXE/s320/october%2B2010j%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558074953336447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJABGxxyXI/AAAAAAAACGE/RyEEtcWmADU/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJABGxxyXI/AAAAAAAACGE/RyEEtcWmADU/s320/october%2B2010j%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075277872056690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to do boo at the zoo, and of course we had to feed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lorikeets&lt;/span&gt; while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAcIqVGgI/AAAAAAAACGU/zmjrbtZqqSw/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAcIqVGgI/AAAAAAAACGU/zmjrbtZqqSw/s320/october%2B2010j%2B068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075742234155522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAdsEn1yI/AAAAAAAACGk/_LBuTxZIuE4/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAdsEn1yI/AAAAAAAACGk/_LBuTxZIuE4/s320/october%2B2010j%2B078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075768919545634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAddInCTI/AAAAAAAACGc/DCbDMG3Slps/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJAddInCTI/AAAAAAAACGc/DCbDMG3Slps/s320/october%2B2010j%2B074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075764909738290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-ward trunk or treat!  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, you got some pics for me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because we missed the AWESOME neighborhood haunted house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; and Daddy helped the kids to make their own haunted house.  It was pretty impressive...complete with scary soundtrack (weird noises Liz made).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA8AA2exI/AAAAAAAACGs/gdRx4FqnjY4/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA8AA2exI/AAAAAAAACGs/gdRx4FqnjY4/s320/october%2B2010j%2B090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076289668512530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA8yCSdII/AAAAAAAACG0/VueW_2jyGTk/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA8yCSdII/AAAAAAAACG0/VueW_2jyGTk/s320/october%2B2010j%2B091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076303096312962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA9kTyS8I/AAAAAAAACG8/tUkvXQHO_f0/s1600/october%2B2010j%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJA9kTyS8I/AAAAAAAACG8/tUkvXQHO_f0/s320/october%2B2010j%2B095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076316591475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and did I mention that Tom and I went to Halloween party too?  This was the first year we really got into it.  We were quite the vampire couple.  I loved that there were some people that didn't recognize me because of the short dark hair.  Not great pictures, but I'll post them anyway, just for proof!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJDAFVv2HI/AAAAAAAACHE/l0Sz9d4rz9g/s1600/october%2B2010%2Bj%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJDAFVv2HI/AAAAAAAACHE/l0Sz9d4rz9g/s320/october%2B2010%2Bj%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558078558841067634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJDAhJVYYI/AAAAAAAACHM/6o6_pG1GfXQ/s1600/october%2B2010%2Bj%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJDAhJVYYI/AAAAAAAACHM/6o6_pG1GfXQ/s320/october%2B2010%2Bj%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558078566305194370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3392502537462276754?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3392502537462276754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3392502537462276754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3392502537462276754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3392502537462276754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSJABnwkNgI/AAAAAAAACGM/GODf6P9hEko/s72-c/october%2B2010j%2B059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5375067805823459369</id><published>2010-11-11T19:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:58:13.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>Ang and I got to learn how to make a couple of different kinds of flowers to teach at Super Saturday this year. We had a great time learning and making a million bows for ourselves and our girls. Hopefully the ladies that made them with us had fun too! Between the singed flowers and the felt flowers, close to 150 flowers were made...yup, we're pretty much experts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCucFdFEeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/kUemz7h_Kjg/s1600/October%2B2010d%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCucFdFEeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/kUemz7h_Kjg/s320/October%2B2010d%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539619339189424610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of materials, lots of ladies, and lots of fun!  I LOVE Super Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCudwLZUaI/AAAAAAAACEw/ST_J87r3xYI/s1600/October%2B2010d%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCudwLZUaI/AAAAAAAACEw/ST_J87r3xYI/s320/October%2B2010d%2B071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539619367837847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCudV2Ir_I/AAAAAAAACEo/uXeVKc6am7E/s1600/October%2B2010d%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCudV2Ir_I/AAAAAAAACEo/uXeVKc6am7E/s320/October%2B2010d%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539619360769355762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCucrZa8GI/AAAAAAAACEY/H5-yTbXk8qc/s1600/October%2B2010d%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCucrZa8GI/AAAAAAAACEY/H5-yTbXk8qc/s320/October%2B2010d%2B068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539619349374627938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5375067805823459369?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5375067805823459369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5375067805823459369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5375067805823459369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5375067805823459369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TOCucFdFEeI/AAAAAAAACEQ/kUemz7h_Kjg/s72-c/October%2B2010d%2B067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-528592028428095342</id><published>2010-11-11T18:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:46:12.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just looked at my blog and realized that not only has it been nearly 2 months since I blogged, but I am on target to get about 1/3 to 1/2 as many posts this year as I did last year.  What's with the change?  Well, between starting my own preschool just over a year ago and coming up on the one year mark as primary president (being in charge of all the children in my congregation) it has been a crazy year.  My crafting has come to a screeching halt, along with my blogging, but I am trying to find that happy medium.  I love crafting, but right now my priorities have to be my family, my church calling, and my preschool.  I have at least opened up blog posts so now I just have to fill them with writing and pictures.  I promise they are coming.  For those of you in the immediate area, I am even having another 10 for $10 for the first time in a year (if you are interested let me know).  For the rest of you, stay tuned.  I WILL post this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-528592028428095342?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/528592028428095342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=528592028428095342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/528592028428095342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/528592028428095342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3316009258522898668</id><published>2010-10-11T18:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:27:49.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-zpwUItI/AAAAAAAACFU/bs9cGjW3YY4/s320/October%2B2010b%2B002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073947231363794" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-1FB4xGI/AAAAAAAACF0/1OzckAP3so4/s1600/October%2B2010b%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-1FB4xGI/AAAAAAAACF0/1OzckAP3so4/s320/October%2B2010b%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073971732694114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;This year TEAM AUDREY was a little more prepared for the race...a very little.  It was really fun that people recognized us from the posters though!  How weird to have your face on walls all over the city!  Once again, an amazing experience!  We are so blessed to have our survivor to give hope to others and to remind ourselves how much we have to be grateful for!  ROCKIN' the PINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-0R9hmsI/AAAAAAAACFk/SUnvVs1y2Qs/s320/October%2B2010b%2B023.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073958024190658" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-0tjOA-I/AAAAAAAACFs/0FTCbWuXnj8/s320/October%2B2010b%2B024.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073965430047714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-0KSgaQI/AAAAAAAACFc/wLUP40VxFZA/s320/October%2B2010b%2B021.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073955964709122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3316009258522898668?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3316009258522898668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3316009258522898668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3316009258522898668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3316009258522898668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/race-for-cure-2010.html' title='Race for the Cure 2010!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TSI-zpwUItI/AAAAAAAACFU/bs9cGjW3YY4/s72-c/October%2B2010b%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5502108701774333493</id><published>2010-09-14T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:27:02.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs AFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAstS_PP0I/AAAAAAAACC4/VFspQbujYTI/s1600/august-sept+2010+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958700231671618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAstS_PP0I/AAAAAAAACC4/VFspQbujYTI/s320/august-sept+2010+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958676265761138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAsr5tUeXI/AAAAAAAACCg/yZVhOGGJaJk/s320/august-sept+2010+046.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the game itself was completely pathetic, and a total disappointment, but the tailgating was fun! We had a huge group, and even though we missed Mom and Dad, the four sisters, their families, and their miscellaneous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt;, had a great time.  I definitely prefer the September game to the November game...short sleeved shirts and sunscreen=more fun than hats, gloves, mittens and parkas!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958662085049570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAsrE4X_OI/AAAAAAAACCY/xxM0_y_ylzg/s320/august-sept+2010+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958688338723266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAssmrvQcI/AAAAAAAACCw/mFJbGn7eCAU/s320/august-sept+2010+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516958683031342866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAssS6XDxI/AAAAAAAACCo/Az_GRccue8o/s320/august-sept+2010+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5502108701774333493?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5502108701774333493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5502108701774333493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5502108701774333493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5502108701774333493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/byu-vs-afa.html' title='BYU vs AFA'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TJAstS_PP0I/AAAAAAAACC4/VFspQbujYTI/s72-c/august-sept+2010+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4823360266373653757</id><published>2010-09-13T23:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:45:56.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516640314141132930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LIyX7SII/AAAAAAAACCQ/JdsefrrDot0/s320/Starred+Photos46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is this child? She cracks me up. Every time there is a camera nearby she is the girl of a million faces (unfortunately for me none of them are her normal, adorable, smiling face). Here are just a few of our attempts from the first day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traditional--"here, stand in front of this door so we can see how much you've&lt;a href="http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/lizzies-first-day-of-preschool.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" picture.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516640299795627538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LH87sPhI/AAAAAAAACCA/6PETPIQlPfQ/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and her cousin striking a pose. Man, give us ten years and we are in BIG trouble!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516640289556465170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LHWyfBhI/AAAAAAAACB4/OuudA5NAqc0/s320/IMG_4480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516640282685113842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LG9MOhfI/AAAAAAAACBw/dLN21stihjQ/s320/IMG_4488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my baby girl.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516640306671365138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LIWi_rBI/AAAAAAAACCI/V_BrMZ9oLnk/s320/IMG_4501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4823360266373653757?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4823360266373653757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4823360266373653757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4823360266373653757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4823360266373653757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/lizzies-first-day-of-school.html' title='Lizzie&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8LIyX7SII/AAAAAAAACCQ/JdsefrrDot0/s72-c/Starred+Photos46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6326636320747842133</id><published>2010-09-13T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:31:55.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we did Rice Krispie Treat sculptures for family night. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516637441259156546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8IhkDfNEI/AAAAAAAACBg/pq5_Dhxn8xw/s320/august-sept+2010+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516637432343794434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8IhC15kwI/AAAAAAAACBY/8dUjZ1G9y_s/s320/august-sept+2010+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516637453740010818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8IiSjJ7UI/AAAAAAAACBo/3U1wIltf5U8/s320/Starred+Photos45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, we had fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6326636320747842133?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6326636320747842133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6326636320747842133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6326636320747842133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6326636320747842133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-night-fun.html' title='Family Night Fun'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TI8IhkDfNEI/AAAAAAAACBg/pq5_Dhxn8xw/s72-c/august-sept+2010+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5743092258851213820</id><published>2010-08-23T13:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:17:33.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of FIRST GRADE!</title><content type='html'>It is kind of killing me to have a child at school ALL DAY! It wasn't that bad until I started thinking over the weekend about the fact that she will be spending WAY more of her awake time with somebody else than she will with me. I am also having a hard time swallowing the fact that I have her for lunch on weekends and summers...from now on. That means that my influence better have been good up to this point, 'cause from here on out the world is going edge in and I am not going to have as much control. I hope that I did well enough. She is such a good girl by nature, and I was so blessed to have such an angel to practice on. She knows right from wrong, and I know that. I just hope that she will always be my strong little princess! I miss her already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori was THRILLED to have Ms. Carla for her teacher this year. Her two older cousins both had Ms. Carla for first grade and she was holding her breath all summer waiting for her class assignment. She has been so excited to go that I thought that maybe I was the only feeling a little anxiety. Late last night, after a blessing, and heading to bed she snuck back down the stairs with tears in her eyes. I wasn't the only one nervous. I held her and kissed her, and told her how fun first grade would be. This morning she was all smiles...not a tear in sight. We took all the traditional first day of school pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...at home&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700452000668594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLV3--Im7I/AAAAAAAACA4/lQPhDFsWjnY/s320/august+2010b+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699102674048194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLUpcVmVMI/AAAAAAAACAo/A1mQ2ZxvA9Y/s320/august+2010b+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699088576718018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLUon0iJMI/AAAAAAAACAg/e4lDvy4YVK0/s320/august+2010b+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699109538237266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLUp16Ji1I/AAAAAAAACAw/ko6HV8h17Y8/s320/august+2010b+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with her cousins&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699064202644594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLUnNBTTHI/AAAAAAAACAQ/e1xgDrrPpvQ/s320/august+2010b+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with her best friend/cousin (they look SO much older this year than they did &lt;a href="http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergartenalready.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697377721352626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLTFCY1AbI/AAAAAAAACAI/OYcLWKwhFX0/s320/august+2010b+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with her teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697367689273634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLTEdA_oSI/AAAAAAAACAA/w6ilPNP24xE/s320/august+2010b+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with a friend from her kindergarten class...she was hoping so much that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malak&lt;/span&gt; with be in her class!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697358352241074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLTD6O30bI/AAAAAAAAB_4/94urZrn9QT0/s320/august+2010b+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got home from dropping her off, and found out what I was going to have to expect from the ones that aren't in school...Owen...good luck, man!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697339736083058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLTC04bynI/AAAAAAAAB_w/A4MEZEVsY9U/s320/august+2010b+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508697327990459826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLTCJIDzbI/AAAAAAAAB_o/3G8LP1ZqJFs/s320/august+2010b+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5743092258851213820?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5743092258851213820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5743092258851213820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5743092258851213820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5743092258851213820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='First day of FIRST GRADE!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLV3--Im7I/AAAAAAAACA4/lQPhDFsWjnY/s72-c/august+2010b+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5671678442690296550</id><published>2010-08-09T15:07:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:06:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Liz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My daughter says the most hilarious things.  Here is a small sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the way to church)&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, you look so beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you sweet pea!"&lt;br /&gt;"Even if evewybody else thinks you look gwoss, I will still think you look beautiful."  Now that's comforting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great one...&lt;br /&gt;"I love Nana, she is so nice."&lt;br /&gt;"I love Nana too."&lt;br /&gt;"And I love the other Nana at her house too.  Grandma.  I love Grandma too.  But she has a weird voice, but that's ok.  I can still love her if she talks weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, what language do they speak in Breckenridge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Tor have always had a special gift for knowing when I have eaten something delicious without sharing.  One day I was tucking Lizzie in for a nap when she asked me "Mom, did you eat some chocolate, 'cause your breath smells like chocolate."  She caught me.  When she woke up from her nap, I had just eaten some of those yummy rice crackers.  She crawled up on my lap and said, "Mom, did you frow up, 'cause it smells like you have bawf on ya lips."  Talk about extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poking my belly on her way past, "Mommy, do you have a baby in there?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Liz."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you so fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana was babysitting Liz and she went to the bathroom and found a little skid mark in her underpants.  Nana asked, "Lizzie did you have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure, 'cause you have a little bit of poop in your underpants."&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me.  It must have been somebody else."&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's likely.  Somebody else borrowed your underpants while you weren't looking, dropped a surprise, and then gave them back?!?  Probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5671678442690296550?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5671678442690296550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5671678442690296550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5671678442690296550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5671678442690296550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/hilarious-liz.html' title='Hilarious Liz!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8003837405890507452</id><published>2010-08-09T15:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:51:23.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breckenridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to tag along with Daddy when he went to a work conference up in Breckenridge. We had a blast. Unfortunately for Daddy, he missed most of the fun. Since we didn't really take any big vacations, this was our family trip this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690336923741170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMrNX3a_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/G6SiZsy3Q04/s320/august+2010+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's poor packing meant all the kids got a souvenir sweatshirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690347304263346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMr0CxnrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Gsl1Bveaz0Y/s320/august+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They LOVED the gondolas...and they were free, so we rode them a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690357908739522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMsbjFFcI/AAAAAAAAB-g/PqwYkIbRI6I/s320/august+2010+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to mini golf.  I paid for T and Liz to play, but I figured O wouldn't pay attention anyway, so I didn't get him a club.  WRONG!  The boy was much more interested in the game than Liz.  Looking back, I probably should have known that, but ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690369344645042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMtGJnJ7I/AAAAAAAAB-o/Qnp2GE1XR3o/s320/august+2010+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They SHOCKED both Tom and I by sleeping soundly in the same bed, in the same room.  That round of golf must have been more strenuous than I thought...or maybe it was the evening swim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508690384192483362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMt9dnMCI/AAAAAAAAB-w/q2kAZUDgv88/s320/august+2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More gondolas, but same thrill!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691003102676450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNR_FTReI/AAAAAAAAB-4/rEMUHtpW75c/s320/august+2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time when we got to the top of the gondolas we decided to pan for gems.  The kids were thrilled to hear that they got to keep the "jewels" that they found.  Owen  found a "Percy Rock" because anything that is green must be somehow related to Percy (the train, of course, don't you know your Thomas??).  The lady behind us in line kept chuckling when Owen would tell me about his "Percy Rock" because of the lack or R in Percy...ya, kinda sounds bad.  I kept LOUDLY repeating "Yes, that is a cool PERCY rock" so that nobody would misunderstand what I was teaching my children.  Finally the lady said "My son always used to say the same thing."  It made me feel a little better. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691019399048514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNS7yqLUI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1JRgx_jjz28/s320/august+2010+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691026762415634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNTXOOPhI/AAAAAAAAB_I/w2eZdbTHqFQ/s320/august+2010+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were lots of places to take great pictures.  Unfortunately for me, I can identify those great locations, I just don't have the patient kids, or the camera ability to get those great shots.  That's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, at least I tried.  Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691210673482002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNeEWCaRI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Wj-fyfkRkuw/s320/august+2010+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691230805077474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNfPVyLeI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/2TkJI7kl31Y/s320/august+2010+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508691236459384194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLNfkZ4DYI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9VfgMhO3kPU/s320/august+2010+056.JPG" /&gt;Thanks for letting us join you, Dad, even if you didn't get to play very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8003837405890507452?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8003837405890507452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8003837405890507452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8003837405890507452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8003837405890507452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/breckenridge.html' title='Breckenridge'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/THLMrNX3a_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/G6SiZsy3Q04/s72-c/august+2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-112630097336841822</id><published>2010-08-09T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:04:42.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tom and I LOVE seeing shows together! For Mother's Day Tom got tickets to South Pacific...on my birthday! Perfect! It was so fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503518842262186722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TGBtOme06uI/AAAAAAAAB-I/f80u-EvDQUM/s320/july+2010d+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-112630097336841822?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112630097336841822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=112630097336841822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/112630097336841822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/112630097336841822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-fun.html' title='So fun!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TGBtOme06uI/AAAAAAAAB-I/f80u-EvDQUM/s72-c/july+2010d+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6797109253401628769</id><published>2010-07-12T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:34:45.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>OOPS! I can't believe that I completely forgot to post about Independence Day! Well, here it is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119395934558978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt6_J982wI/AAAAAAAAB7w/MBxb1PfIbs4/s320/july+2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a Sunday this year we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; a little on the 3rd with barbecue with some ADORABLE little girls!  Couldn't you just squeeze them?  Aunt Sue Sue made her traditional cake with them and they loved it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119411689505410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt7AEqOQoI/AAAAAAAAB74/kVqc6kbLzDw/s320/july+2010+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we did our normal Sunday thing...church, then over to Nana and Papa's for dinner.  After a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monsoonish&lt;/span&gt; afternoon we were hoping that the rain would be done before the fireworks.  We decided to be brave and try it.  We went early, parked our cars then sat there and played games, and watched movies until we were pretty convinced that there would be no fireworks this year thanks to Mother Nature.  Then we stayed a few minutes longer, and were rewarded with a very wet fireworks display. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119418157195762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt7AcwPYfI/AAAAAAAAB8A/dIgGvUWHWqM/s320/july+2010+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it looked like pretty much the whole time.  The kids loved it anyway--and that's what it was all about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119423938659666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt7AySphVI/AAAAAAAAB8I/zdAhTqiNlv4/s320/july+2010+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It looks like snow but its just rain...I promise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6797109253401628769?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6797109253401628769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6797109253401628769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6797109253401628769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6797109253401628769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt6_J982wI/AAAAAAAAB7w/MBxb1PfIbs4/s72-c/july+2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8834210601649289465</id><published>2010-07-11T21:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:25:26.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Little Angel</title><content type='html'>My second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; angel turned four! Here is how it all went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme: Fancy Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126876964600466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBym-gOpI/AAAAAAAAB9w/budBtgfww5c/s320/july+2010c+059.JPG" /&gt;The cake: (HUGE shout out to Susie--SHE ROCKS! And Daddy too! Without their help it would not have been nearly as "fancy.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123760061222242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt-9Lm1DWI/AAAAAAAAB84/EG7gu8pxA-U/s320/july+2010b+174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123038391582210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt-TLLYPgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/N7TC0-p42e0/s320/july+2010b+135.JPG" /&gt;The favors:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126392594625650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBWajs9HI/AAAAAAAAB9I/SlxGfw8WrxE/s320/july+2010c+001.JPG" /&gt;The guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123046353586706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt-To1qyhI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dbrs8rF6z0c/s320/july+2010b+164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123055221527810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDt-UJ381QI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ALVRMs53DyY/s320/july+2010b+165.JPG" /&gt;And that was all just for the first party. Friday night we had a celebration with family including Nana, Papa, Grandma, Aunties &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nini&lt;/span&gt;, Manda, and Susie and ALL of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whitmill&lt;/span&gt; cousins. On Saturday we did it all again, but much more "fancy" this time around. Same theme, same cake, same favors (and then some), and then there were the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fancy faces (everyone got "made up" upon arrival:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126411042732482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBXfSEucI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/GN3ays9Xkzo/s320/july+2010c+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crafts (a fancy purse, fancy pen, and fancy wand of course!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126439214517058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBZIOwC0I/AAAAAAAAB9g/W_L95Pf-Zpg/s320/july+2010c+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126424219169282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBYQXlMgI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/C42mxdGjA_0/s320/july+2010c+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126888843788162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBzTOuP4I/AAAAAAAAB94/kr7_4-pZdYM/s320/july+2010c+074.JPG" /&gt;and fancy guests: Tori, Sophie, Kylie, Kate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; Marlee, Lizzie, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; (not in picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126901967110850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuB0EHkQsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/H2wwYxcn4NA/s320/july+2010c+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493126453585323938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBZ9xBJ6I/AAAAAAAAB9o/UwKqXbxJyrw/s320/july+2010c+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday we celebrated her actual birthday!  She had a donut and a Slurpee for dessert.  She gets a Slurpee every year from her Uncle Ty since she was born on 7-11.  He never forgets.  Since it was Sunday he even remembered and dropped it off Saturday night.  It kept surprisingly well in the freezer!  I gotta admit...it is a really special thing to have somebody remember such a silly thing, but do it every year for my little one.  Thanks Ty for caring that much about my angel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday my sweet Lizzie! I hope it was just what you wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I want the world to know about my sweet angel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shares everything--on her terms. As long as you say please she will give you pretty much anything, even if that means she goes without. SHE IS SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is VERY tender! She is like her Mommy--or at least how Nana describes Mommy--a child of extremes. She is either very happy or very sad, not much in between. When she is very happy the world knows it and can't help but be happy too. When she is not happy...well...WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is her own person. She doesn't care what anybody else likes, eats, or wears. She makes her decisions and sticks to them. I am hoping that this will continue and serve her well as she grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hilarious! She says the funniest things and constantly makes our family laugh. One thing is for certain...our life as a family is MUCH happier with my Lizard in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBZ9xBJ6I/AAAAAAAAB9o/UwKqXbxJyrw/s1600/july+2010c+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8834210601649289465?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8834210601649289465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8834210601649289465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8834210601649289465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8834210601649289465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-sweet-little-angel.html' title='My Sweet Little Angel'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDuBym-gOpI/AAAAAAAAB9w/budBtgfww5c/s72-c/july+2010c+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2528953605146639382</id><published>2010-07-10T22:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:36:06.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so we did this simply because we thought that they would look adorable. Turns out we were right. Just look at these beauties!  All the girl cousins on the Whitmill side.  I can't wait to do a shoot with all the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492499408297457234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHHICc9lI/AAAAAAAAB6o/x0Ff5zpPTKk/s320/Starred+Photos41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492499417814429058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHHrfebYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/9UsQinIWtMw/s320/Starred+Photos42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls had fun too!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492500743429625170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlIU1yxFVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HZu0xbryz2M/s320/fairy+pics+178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492500727865721346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlIT70CwgI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/pXgnY-8_yMo/s320/fairy+pics+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492499444371697490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHJObOL1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/fc_ASyod5aA/s320/fairy+pics+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they posed for us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492500736662933954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlIUcldkcI/AAAAAAAAB7g/QdMRi-Z35xQ/s320/fairy+pics+157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492499446548959122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHJWiUj5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/eI34JxLnWwI/s320/fairy+pics+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492499433071625106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHIkVEw5I/AAAAAAAAB64/avZfM5bPIDU/s320/fairy+pics+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492500720303111682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlITfo-fgI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/865bf-duk-I/s320/fairy+pics+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or does she look really old in this picture?  They are best friends!  I can just see them doing this in ten years...sitting, chatting, ignoring their mothers...ya know...girl stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2528953605146639382?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2528953605146639382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2528953605146639382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2528953605146639382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2528953605146639382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-photo-shoot.html' title='Fun Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDlHHICc9lI/AAAAAAAAB6o/x0Ff5zpPTKk/s72-c/Starred+Photos41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3476444215642811397</id><published>2010-06-29T12:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:03:56.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunt Sue-Sue!!</title><content type='html'>We feel so lucky to have Sue Sue with us this summer. We wanted to celebrate in a special way, so about a week before her birthday we set her up on a date. Her date was CUTE too! Rumor has it he was pretty interested in her, and she was already in love with him! Best date ever. We doubled and took them out to dinner. (He even kissed her at the end of the night!!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491379333734540738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVMaNIrJcI/AAAAAAAAB5g/7DemGC3gHlE/s320/downsize.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her actual birthday we went to Boulder to wander Pearl Street.  Somehow I got NO pictures of Grammy, Grampy, or Sam while they were there with us...We had fun though!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491379328201850450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVMZ4hk_lI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Gk0GbUQdzIA/s320/june+2010+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491379321440148370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVMZfVdm5I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/_r3sOp_oxVA/s320/june+2010+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491380232857062386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVNOioMC_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/FxnxtYW4PT8/s320/june+2010+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491380246990181042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVNPXRyUrI/AAAAAAAAB54/PGlOWIWUvmU/s320/june+2010+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491380240032509938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVNO9W8r_I/AAAAAAAAB5w/zRV_uDyUuUE/s320/june+2010+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE LOVE YOU SUE SUE  (or as Owen would say "MY Sue Sue")!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491379311946016898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVMY794qII/AAAAAAAAB5I/iBx6upqPTZM/s320/june+2010+114.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3476444215642811397?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3476444215642811397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3476444215642811397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3476444215642811397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3476444215642811397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-aunt-sue-sue.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunt Sue-Sue!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDVMaNIrJcI/AAAAAAAAB5g/7DemGC3gHlE/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8096559753709169339</id><published>2010-06-12T10:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:12:30.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>Every summer the kids take swim lessons.  Usually they take a while to really enjoy them and really get over the fear/discomfort in the water.  This year was totally different.  All three of my little munchkins practically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leaped&lt;/span&gt; into the water!  They have all had a blast!  The only down side?  Lessons are over tomorrow...what shall we do?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491287756146227458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDT5HsCMOQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/03BnzcHpvng/s320/july+2010+009.JPG" /&gt;Owen LOVES the water!  He wasn't in official lessons this year (you have to be 3) but he thoroughly enjoyed his 60 minutes of water time!  It is crazy to see how comfortable he is in the water!  He is going to be so fun next year! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491287741731960930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDT5G2Vj-GI/AAAAAAAAB44/vAU_vz8Kfxs/s320/july+2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489075803005098434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dXEdPmcI/AAAAAAAAB4w/dRCorMat5Ls/s320/100_2406.JPG" /&gt; Lizzie is still a little nervous on her back but with her class being TINY this year, she had plenty of assistance.  She liked her teacher and love going under the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489075801259272962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dW99AawI/AAAAAAAAB4o/mOB3aotbRkI/s320/100_2389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489075780069107090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dVvA4JZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/3sPyX5GJMlA/s320/100_2375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489075790605141138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dWWQ3RJI/AAAAAAAAB4g/L-0ofM-J3Ss/s320/100_2382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori was very hopeful this year that she would have "a girl teacher."  She ended up with "Mr.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeVon&lt;/span&gt;" and I was a little worried.  He is a nice guy, but I thought she would be sad that he wasn't a girl.  Luckily for us, her friend, Jordan, was in the class too, so she was all smiles!  She not only gave up her fear of going under water, but she mastered bobs and even the back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;float&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dVIQBgXI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bDwH5dP5U1c/s1600/100_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489075769663652210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0dVIQBgXI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bDwH5dP5U1c/s320/100_2370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8096559753709169339?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8096559753709169339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8096559753709169339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8096559753709169339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8096559753709169339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TDT5HsCMOQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/03BnzcHpvng/s72-c/july+2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2468036605938952894</id><published>2010-06-07T14:25:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:46:59.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z_mtxzbI/AAAAAAAAB4I/sVXGk1n126E/s1600/100_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489072101349510578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z_mtxzbI/AAAAAAAAB4I/sVXGk1n126E/s320/100_2277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489072094931875730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z_Ozsd5I/AAAAAAAAB4A/ymVp7g4oXHo/s320/100_2280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489072084664626562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z-ojyrYI/AAAAAAAAB34/_G3898dNMRI/s320/100_2288.JPG" /&gt;Tori's last day of kindergarten as super fun. They had a field day and then ice cream sundaes. Lizzie and I got to go and enjoy too! She was way more coordinated and able than I expected. Let's face it...she's never been-uh-athletic. She did really well though, and I loved seeing her with her classmates in a setting that wasn't at desks. She is a lot more social that I thought! She had a great year and she really loved her teacher too! Thanks Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TeoLyn&lt;/span&gt; for a great year and a fun day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z-FhCC4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/CfJglE635vU/s1600/100_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489072075257809794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z-FhCC4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/CfJglE635vU/s320/100_2310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489070724669098546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0YveLlyjI/AAAAAAAAB3g/QR77BB7_KVY/s320/100_2359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489070698730935058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Yt9jc0xI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/p4MsuyQV18Y/s320/100_2339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489070670458998162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0YsUO5TZI/AAAAAAAAB3I/nPqSGSTKoVY/s320/100_2347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489070684607558898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0YtI8LNPI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ncByWB5OsUs/s320/100_2348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489070732674430066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Yv8ANdHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TSoH6F5R4-g/s320/100_2364.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2468036605938952894?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2468036605938952894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2468036605938952894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2468036605938952894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2468036605938952894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/field-day.html' title='Field Day!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TC0Z_mtxzbI/AAAAAAAAB4I/sVXGk1n126E/s72-c/100_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-947134886702584447</id><published>2010-06-07T14:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:35:13.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A great end to a great year! My sweet little friends did a GREAT job! I was SO proud of them. I wish that my camera was working so that I would have had better pictures, but thank heavens Susie was there so that I had some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482461698254684898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWd3gMnwuI/AAAAAAAAB14/L4GtqmDpY5Q/s320/100_2199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482461706399280194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWd3-icbEI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Eg-Nf8VuCGE/s320/100_2206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482461714276355394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWd4b4fDUI/AAAAAAAAB2I/uJpIE-hSb9Q/s320/100_2222.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My little graduate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482461719988953890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWd4xKeYyI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/e_Tv0lUsINk/s320/100_2229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The preschool parents got together to get me an awesome gift. I have been wishing for one of these since I saw it the first time. Now, it is hanging in my living room. It is a great reminder to me of the first year of Smarty Pants Preschool and such a cool way to remember the sweet little ones and their wonderful families! Thank you to all my friends for the great gift and for a great year! (This is a terrible picture, but it is GORGEOUS!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482466626209728642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWiWWQqSII/AAAAAAAAB2Y/KkMlkOIMk08/s320/june+2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-947134886702584447?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/947134886702584447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=947134886702584447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/947134886702584447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/947134886702584447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWd3gMnwuI/AAAAAAAAB14/L4GtqmDpY5Q/s72-c/100_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5520982022928912745</id><published>2010-06-07T14:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:59:34.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that another year of school has come and gone. This one was a little different though. This time I was a teacher at my own school and in my own home. It was fabulous! I LOVED it! I had the amazing opportunity to teaching my own daughter, two of my nieces, and many of my friends' children. How many people are able to start out in such a unique and wonderful way? I truly feel blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482455494067124338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWYOXzCeHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/k5LlW6EUbR4/s320/sept+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Liz and I on the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482455486601093842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWYN7-_4tI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FrVcKQmEpYw/s320/sept+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lizzie and Sophie on the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482455501518012642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWYOzjeAOI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/GTfswQAELJA/s320/september+2009c+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our morning class at the beginning of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482455514435384066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWYPjrNcwI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/wiKu4ogO38o/s320/Smarty+Pants+257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our afternoon class on the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482456867344116754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWZeTpybBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/HCe_PZdJ2DU/s320/100_2155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lizzie and Sophie on the LAST day of school...yup--kinda cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482456876454588898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWZe1l5MeI/AAAAAAAAB1o/OH55fNO-Qjc/s320/100_2160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The morning class at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482456891363540562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWZftIdvlI/AAAAAAAAB1w/la1Ru9NSKLc/s320/100_2196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The afternoon class on our last day of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5520982022928912745?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5520982022928912745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5520982022928912745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5520982022928912745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5520982022928912745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-year.html' title='A Great Year!!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBWYOXzCeHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/k5LlW6EUbR4/s72-c/sept+2009+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6831003120945584293</id><published>2010-06-07T14:21:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:23:15.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The prophet said to plant a garden..." or three. We planted the garden at Nana and Papa's house, at our house and we helped to plant flowers at the temple. I LOVE SPRING! The kids are starting to really understand and enjoy the whole process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482309116527168978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUTGE98zdI/AAAAAAAAB04/ZOtQX3rnKcA/s320/100_2127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owen and Lizzie got to pick up pine cones to beautify temple grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482307826859733346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUR7AlRcWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/9XLfNeuoP3Y/s320/100_2130.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tori got to plant flowers...she only had to cry a little bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482307846966912978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUR8LfMp9I/AAAAAAAAB0g/DdzNdPeopRw/s320/100_2133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And finally the pizza party!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482307883640179698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUR-UGyS_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/pR_fkABCD60/s320/100_2140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we got to plant our own garden!  I can't wait to start reaping the rewards!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482304170479146994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUOmLgNV_I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/i7boRSo891g/s320/100_2111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303616024296690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUOF5_3vPI/AAAAAAAAB0I/rzuyF0pxf5E/s320/100_2066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303611183689618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUOFn9x75I/AAAAAAAAB0A/X_TQL2FfBGo/s320/100_2069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303604623240018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUOFPhpa1I/AAAAAAAABz4/kfGsLK05Lms/s320/100_2081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303593237501362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUOElHE1bI/AAAAAAAABzw/yNuD5ls5S08/s320/100_2094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482303571550225346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUODUUbQ8I/AAAAAAAABzo/MxiJt7pqjPk/s320/100_2100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6831003120945584293?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6831003120945584293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6831003120945584293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6831003120945584293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6831003120945584293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/planting.html' title='Planting'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TBUTGE98zdI/AAAAAAAAB04/ZOtQX3rnKcA/s72-c/100_2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8373445204756843796</id><published>2010-06-07T14:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:13:54.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Susie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so pretty much everybody know, but for those of you that didn't...I HAVE THE BEST IN-LAWS EVER!!!!!!!! After years of trying, I finally got one of them to live with me (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so technically she came when I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; with Liz, but that didn't count 'cause it was desperation, not for fun). Aunt Susie is spending the summer with us, and I could not be more thrilled! She is so great! She is easy to be with, fun, funny, sweet, helpful, and just all together FABULOUS! Yup, you can all be jealous now that you don't have a Susie and your house--suckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134732330603010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TA1ZgQnYkgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/n7O3sz197aA/s320/susies+pictures+048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo...yeah--it was fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Susie loves my kids and my kids adore her! She plays with them and lets them do make overs--on HER! She cooks with them, plays with them reads with them, and even changes diapers. She is truly the best!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134743500698738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TA1Zg6OitHI/AAAAAAAABzY/5fcPz4SjK9E/s320/100_2250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She made us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt;...ever had it?  No?  You should.  It is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134752315671170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TA1ZhbEMgoI/AAAAAAAABzg/907Tvjc-Q90/s320/100_2266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8373445204756843796?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8373445204756843796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8373445204756843796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8373445204756843796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8373445204756843796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-susie.html' title='Aunt Susie!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/TA1ZgQnYkgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/n7O3sz197aA/s72-c/susies+pictures+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2561265336477451988</id><published>2010-05-18T21:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:49:53.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this was my Monday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472994109246035458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_P7JStqVgI/AAAAAAAAByY/yYYjHVQhYxI/s320/susie%27s+pics+002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472994120990135970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_P7J-drFqI/AAAAAAAAByg/MLq84vSLbhg/s320/Starred+Photos39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The during...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472995807656256754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_P8sJyNpPI/AAAAAAAAByo/SDmsiCVfreQ/s320/Starred+Photos40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the after... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473085525432557458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_ROSai9X5I/AAAAAAAABzI/INfStpUTxLk/s320/100_2048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473085180791932066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_RN-WqOxKI/AAAAAAAABy4/IFx22N6XjiE/s320/100_2046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2561265336477451988?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2561265336477451988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2561265336477451988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2561265336477451988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2561265336477451988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-monday.html' title='What a Monday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_P7JStqVgI/AAAAAAAAByY/yYYjHVQhYxI/s72-c/susie%27s+pics+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-9041924818275329083</id><published>2010-05-10T11:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:42:40.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, the day before Mother's Day kind of put a damper on our weekend. I was packed up and ready to leave the house for my 1:00 MASSAGE. Yeah, that's what I said--MASSAGE. Then Lizzie and Owen went down to the basement to play and Liz slipped on the carpet... I know that Liz has a tendency to be slightly less than graceful, but slipping on the carpet and falling is not a regular on her list of talents. Tom went down to investigate I was a few steps behind. Just close enough to hear his foot slosh on the carpet as he stepped off the stairs. Yup--that is the sound of me cancelling my massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Sunday was better. Tom made my FAVORITE breakfast (ingredients include croissants, ice cream, raspberries, whipping cream...SO GOOD!). I got tickets to South Pacific, which happens to run on my birthday! YAY! My kids actually snuggled me, at least for a minute, and I didn't change a single diaper. It was a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-9041924818275329083?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9041924818275329083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=9041924818275329083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9041924818275329083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/9041924818275329083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2478394785714568632</id><published>2010-05-10T11:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:09:32.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>I have never really been one to celebrate things like Cinco de Mayo, but since Aunt Sue Sue is here things are a little different. Susie is way more fun than I am, and she is a way better sport. She lets the girls do her makeup. It is always interesting, but after she told him about the "Mexicans" it got even better. Tori told Susie that she didn't know what "Mexicans" look like, but she is pretty sure this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472811839964276242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_NVX0ufZhI/AAAAAAAAByI/ZGPeIs73aoc/s320/30676_746039149579_17814089_40319170_1059754_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472811850156308258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_NVYasddyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/nttPVHDHZB4/s320/30676_746039134609_17814089_40319168_4317768_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Susie, after we were all made over, the Cinco de Mayo festivities continued with tacos, burritos, pina coladas (virgin style of course) and homemade churros. DELICIOUS! Thanks Sue Sue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2478394785714568632?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2478394785714568632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2478394785714568632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2478394785714568632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2478394785714568632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S_NVX0ufZhI/AAAAAAAAByI/ZGPeIs73aoc/s72-c/30676_746039149579_17814089_40319170_1059754_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1595293612945438634</id><published>2010-04-05T12:59:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:51:05.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter was fun for our family this year!  We were able to celebrate with our friends at a fun (but very chilly and VERY windy) Easter egg hunt!  Owen just went at it! I had to hold him back so that other kids would get a chance.  Lizzie was the exact opposite--I had to really push her to actually look for eggs...she definitely marches to her own beat, and I LOVE it!  Tori did great.  She went with the oldest group and had to actually look for the eggs (not just glance around and pick them up) and she loved it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465770149596041554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pQ_f6bEVI/AAAAAAAAByA/QjeiIHWzvEY/s320/march+2010c+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765486803103698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pMwFp9L9I/AAAAAAAABwI/Dp5JtgCmd-8/s320/march+2010c+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765494489274130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pMwiSe1xI/AAAAAAAABwQ/5Y036TdiplE/s320/march+2010c+051.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765502255727474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pMw_OJg3I/AAAAAAAABwY/LdChMhmfOa4/s320/march+2010c+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765512476070002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pMxlS3kHI/AAAAAAAABwg/qgiFOv_iJjA/s320/march+2010c+084.JPG" /&gt; Next we got to die eggs with some cousins.  They had a blast!  I think that everyone's favorite part was the donuts that Aunt Manda brought! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765478494672354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pMvmtEleI/AAAAAAAABwA/dnU9Do3KA6s/s320/march+2010c+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, of course, the Easter Bunny came.  My favorite part was that this year Tori left a gift for the EB since he "always leaves them presents."  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766439063340034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNnhGfRAI/AAAAAAAABww/4t8eeHpi_C0/s320/march+2010c+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766432660867202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNnJQBSII/AAAAAAAABwo/xqNh0MA9Du0/s320/march+2010c+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then of course, the traditional hunt on Easter morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766448250783570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNoDU8h1I/AAAAAAAABw4/GdMv2MVUsK8/s320/march+2010c+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766466520918210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNpHY4qMI/AAAAAAAABxI/LdmVhKYgqxo/s320/march+2010c+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766459066625202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNornpLLI/AAAAAAAABxA/Ar5zx5iGCts/s320/march+2010c+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766661105261490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pN0cRaG7I/AAAAAAAABxY/Supxl6V0W48/s320/march+2010c+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766650958118866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pNz2eI_9I/AAAAAAAABxQ/EeRZXOwP8zs/s320/march+2010c+109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Easter fell on the first Sunday in April, which was General Conference Sunday, so we had our Easter program the following week.  We got the kids all dressed up...OK, so the camera is totally broken, and the pictures are terrible, but the honest truth is...DANG!  My kids are ADORABLE!!!  Even if they are total goof balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465767429928159634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pOhMXEiZI/AAAAAAAABx4/RhulFz-bghA/s320/april2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465767419420432962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pOglN1WkI/AAAAAAAABxw/xXb-LnQiic0/s320/april2010+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465767411349599842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pOgHJmNmI/AAAAAAAABxo/bF4qUzBznb0/s320/april2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465767404930464434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pOfvPJ-rI/AAAAAAAABxg/WmD3MB3CyUk/s320/april2010+016.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1595293612945438634?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1595293612945438634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1595293612945438634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1595293612945438634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1595293612945438634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S9pQ_f6bEVI/AAAAAAAAByA/QjeiIHWzvEY/s72-c/march+2010c+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7565879703582326675</id><published>2010-03-12T20:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:17:46.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450399719298005474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1qtCleeI/AAAAAAAABu0/BqBnBiAv8sQ/s400/march+2010+044.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, Mandi, and I took these three princesses to opening night of Disney on Ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450399731967059570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1rcPH5nI/AAAAAAAABu8/cuifQw7F0U4/s400/march+2010+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some dinner before we went, but these three could not stay still long enough to eat a meal.  They were way too excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450399738010073778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1ryv4-rI/AAAAAAAABvE/u8hdpXZjJt4/s400/march+2010+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450399743829911010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1sIbcpeI/AAAAAAAABvM/DBm562w3FQo/s400/march+2010+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450399753821514818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1stpobEI/AAAAAAAABvU/2PZxEyjExvc/s400/march+2010+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450409276708063890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O-XBKtipI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZM6TZ59JayA/s400/Starred+Photos35.jpg" /&gt;They were so enthralled the whole time!  Every time a new character came out onto the ice their eyes lit up and their jaws dropped.  I had so much fun watching them!  I think I missed at least half of the show because I was too busy watching the girls' reactions!  It was a blast, and even though it ends up being a little bit of an expensive outing, it was totally worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7565879703582326675?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7565879703582326675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7565879703582326675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7565879703582326675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7565879703582326675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney On Ice!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S6O1qtCleeI/AAAAAAAABu0/BqBnBiAv8sQ/s72-c/march+2010+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6960459930347049405</id><published>2010-02-22T15:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:25:33.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight years</title><content type='html'>Yeah--eight years.  I don't really know what to say other than THANKS BABE!  I have the BEST husband on the planet.  I know that lots of people think that they do, but I am telling you that I win hands down!  He spoils me rotten, he helps with everything, he is an amazing daddy, he works so hard, he honors his priesthood, he supports me in all my ventures, he is the love if my life.  I could never have imagined a marriage this good.  As a little girl I dreamed about a lot of things that my husband would be...my dreams were never this good.  It has been an amazing eight years.  I love him with all my heart, and I thank the Lord for Tom every day!  A special shout out to his parents for raising this amazing man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6960459930347049405?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6960459930347049405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6960459930347049405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6960459930347049405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6960459930347049405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/eight-years.html' title='Eight years'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4456592076373740274</id><published>2010-02-19T09:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:21:05.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37tk5u81WI/AAAAAAAABuk/POLdzxvcTfo/s1600-h/Starred+Photos34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440046618138957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37tk5u81WI/AAAAAAAABuk/POLdzxvcTfo/s400/Starred+Photos34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have to give in and admit that he is no longer my baby...Owen is TWO today. I can hardly stand it. I love this kid so much! He makes me so incredibly happy. He has so much energy! I am having a blast learning about all things boy! He is all about wrestling and physical interaction. The kids wants to take down anything and everything in his path. The problem is, he has no idea that he is smaller than almost all of those obstacles. He jumped up into the 10% for weight this year(24 lb 4 oz)--quite the accomplishment! Last year he was only in the 5%. He dropped down to the 8% for height though (31 1/2 inches). He was only in the 10% last year though, so it wasn't a huge drop. Owen is incredibly active and has taken more falls than the girls combined, yet they don't seem to bother him nearly as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sleeps well (at night anyway) and eats...well...sometimes.  The doctor told us not to take him off his whole milk, at least for now.  I think that they are still hoping that he will gain some weight.  Good luck with that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At two this little man is in LOVE with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;-Chows."  For those of you that don't speak this language, that would be Lightening McQueen and the other cars from the movie CARS.  He loves Mater and McQueen the best.  He will take several cars to bed with him rather than any blanket or stuffed animal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy brings me so much joy!  He keeps us all on our toes and he will keep us fit because he will not hold still.  His sisters adore him, and as much as I try to get upset at him and scold him when necessary, his little mannerisms and faces melt me.  He will grab the sides of my face and tell me "I done mama" and kiss me.  Seriously--how are you supposed to discipline that?!?  Don't worry--he has seen his fair share of time outs, but it isn't easy.  Owen--you are my man, my angel, and I love you!  I hope you are always so full of life that you can't help but infect those around you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4456592076373740274?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4456592076373740274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4456592076373740274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4456592076373740274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4456592076373740274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-baby.html' title='My Baby?!?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37tk5u81WI/AAAAAAAABuk/POLdzxvcTfo/s72-c/Starred+Photos34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6812163382551761867</id><published>2010-02-09T18:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:03:41.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is SIX?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37txRyMv0I/AAAAAAAABus/dLJ-jg1g3pQ/s1600-h/Starred+Photos33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440046830753464130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37txRyMv0I/AAAAAAAABus/dLJ-jg1g3pQ/s400/Starred+Photos33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to believe that Tori is already six!  This has been such a big year for her!  She started "big girl" school this year, and even though it is only half day she is learning tons and growing like crazy in every way!  I am so proud of this little princess.  She is in a special reading group once a week with the "GT" teacher.  She started at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; beginning of the year because there were so few kids in kindergarten that were reading that the teacher wanted to have a way to encourage them to continue.  She is learning a lot of social things too, which is really exciting and really scary at the same time.  She asks questions constantly, she is an amazing writer, and her imagination is fabulous.  I am a very proud mama!  She never ceases to amaze me.  &lt;br /&gt;She reads the scriptures all by herself.  She loves to say prayers and is really starting to learn how to be aware of the needs of others and she takes those needs to the Lord.  She is also learning how to manipulate her siblings, which I don't love.  She still wants desperately to please people though, so when we tell her that she is being a "bully" she gets all upset. &lt;br /&gt;Tori is still running a little bit small for her age, but she is definitely catching up!  She is in the 60% for height (46 inches) and the 25% for weight (41 lbs) which puts her in the 5% for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bmi&lt;/span&gt;.  A little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shrimpy&lt;/span&gt; still, but getting there.  She dropped a tiny bit in the weight rankings, but looking at her that isn't a shock.  She shot up in height though!  Thanks for the height genes Daddy, 'cause that definitely didn't come from me. &lt;br /&gt;All in all she is a beautiful, healthy, smart, fun and energetic young lady, and she is a great big sister.  Tori, we are so blessed to have you in our family, and we love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6812163382551761867?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6812163382551761867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6812163382551761867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6812163382551761867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6812163382551761867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-baby-is-six.html' title='My baby is SIX?!?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37txRyMv0I/AAAAAAAABus/dLJ-jg1g3pQ/s72-c/Starred+Photos33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3769020670773646215</id><published>2010-02-08T15:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:27:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Top Banana"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440036304712333906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37kMlObelI/AAAAAAAABtk/4SFwzWxgvtE/s320/February+2010+049.JPG" /&gt; Tori got to be top banana the week before her birthday! It was perfect timing. She was SO excited! These are the posters that she brought in.  She got to share them with the class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440037070528742786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37k5KHShYI/AAAAAAAABuM/PW97d1x9Uh4/s320/February+2010+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440037060207848306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37k4jqmK3I/AAAAAAAABuE/ou4X2a_drt8/s320/February+2010+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440037052151031970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37k4Fps6KI/AAAAAAAABt8/wLk2n9n_LMk/s320/February+2010+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brought in a treat, and she read the class a book.  I was so proud of her!  She did a great job and her brother and sister loved being with the big kids.  I was shocked at how well they behaved!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440037039258839346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37k3Vn9qTI/AAAAAAAABt0/GehMg_e9gJc/s320/February+2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440037032713183858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37k29PW4nI/AAAAAAAABts/uMaostoMKAQ/s320/February+2010+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3769020670773646215?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3769020670773646215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3769020670773646215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3769020670773646215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3769020670773646215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-top-banana.html' title='My &quot;Top Banana&quot;'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37kMlObelI/AAAAAAAABtk/4SFwzWxgvtE/s72-c/February+2010+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4332140555346787435</id><published>2010-02-06T21:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:16:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One for all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all for TORI! Today was Tori's Barbie and the Three Musketeers birthday party! She was so excited, and it all came together pretty well. I don't know why we make these things so complicated every time, but we do. I am not used to working with a theme like this, so we had to be a little creative. We started by decorating masquerade masks for the masquerade ball (that is where Barbie and her friends save the prince of course). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440031133578484242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37fflQC2hI/AAAAAAAABs8/Nx9YZtQX470/s320/February+2010+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440031127143567858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37ffNR10fI/AAAAAAAABs0/kV_Dj22IkZM/s320/February+2010+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next the musketeers needed to be armed and trained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440031653622001394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37f92kFLvI/AAAAAAAABtE/wrej9D0IbdI/s320/Starred+Photos30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they were trained, and past the test, they were outfitted with their capes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440033611871804642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37hv1nN3OI/AAAAAAAABtM/J0CCpsJJIbQ/s320/Starred+Photos31.jpg" /&gt;A quick break for presents and cake, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440033627649211826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37hwwY1_bI/AAAAAAAABtU/l5BN0HQRgzo/s320/Starred+Photos32.jpg" /&gt;the masquerade ball (basically, the annual dance party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440033650918273490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37hyHEnsdI/AAAAAAAABtc/-szXk6mI1aA/s320/February+2010+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday princess!  I hope it was what you wanted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4332140555346787435?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4332140555346787435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4332140555346787435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4332140555346787435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4332140555346787435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-for-all.html' title='One for all....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37fflQC2hI/AAAAAAAABs8/Nx9YZtQX470/s72-c/February+2010+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-55228035064948752</id><published>2010-01-19T15:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:48:27.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants Preschool</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update from the business side of my life.  On Friday I opened up registration for the 2010-2011 school year.  If you are interested in signing up a child for preschool, please email me or give me a call and we can talk details.  Your child will hold an official slot once the registration papers and deposit have been received!  Ok, enough business...I have so many posts to catch up on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-55228035064948752?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/55228035064948752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=55228035064948752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/55228035064948752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/55228035064948752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/smarty-pants-preschool.html' title='Smarty Pants Preschool'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3684659559783821651</id><published>2010-01-18T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:45:50.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Experiences</title><content type='html'>2010 has already offered us many new opportunities, but among the first few were these:&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie's new hair cut!  She looks super cute, and she loves it because it takes Mommy less time to do it (Mommy loves it because there is a lot less screaming involved!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The before shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025418650466178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37aS7fBt4I/AAAAAAAABsU/6k7ysQgqgas/s320/Starred+Photos28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the after shots.  LOVE IT!  Thanks, Aunt Manda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025431828879330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37aTslAV-I/AAAAAAAABsc/eo60AfaCdi8/s320/Starred+Photos29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for you, we didn't take pictures of Tori's new experience.  She finally cracked her head open.  We knew it would happen, we just assumed it would be either Owen or Lizzie.  She cracked it pretty good, but we didn't think it needed stitches.  She has a nice scar now though!  Apparently the universe thought that somebody needed to go to the hospital though.  The next day my niece ended up at the hospital after nearly cutting her finger off in the church door during primary.  Nice, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soph&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, but certainly not least, my little man was showing off on the ladder in his sisters' room and fell off.  I was so used to the sound of his tumbling that I didn't worry about it too much until the screaming started.  By the time I made it up there he had bled on the carpet, the clothes, the stuffed animals, and himself.  Awesome.  These pictures were taken a day or two later, and you can't really see the damage, but you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2010...hope this isn't a sign of things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025442816667714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37aUVgssEI/AAAAAAAABsk/qgIflP2NVL8/s320/February+2010+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025455826841010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37aVF-kLbI/AAAAAAAABss/cEpRuHurLzc/s320/February+2010+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3684659559783821651?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3684659559783821651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3684659559783821651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3684659559783821651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3684659559783821651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-experiences.html' title='New Year, New Experiences'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37aS7fBt4I/AAAAAAAABsU/6k7ysQgqgas/s72-c/Starred+Photos28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-89645923362681536</id><published>2010-01-18T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:32:24.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new year started off a little different than expected. Papa went into the hospital to have minor surgery. Unfortunately the surgery was much more extensive than we anticipated and they found another tumor.  It has been 2 1/2 years since they found the first tumor.  We were all a little upset.  The worst news for Dad though, was the fact that he would be in the hospital longer than expected.  The first week went by.  All of us girls went to visit him regularly, but because of H1N1 no kids were allowed in to visit.  Papa was getting pretty lonely for his little ones, so we paid him a visit with ALL 11 kids.  Of course we didn't bring them in, but they had a message for their Papa.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440006769749551234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37JVa6kaII/AAAAAAAABsE/v9oWLBKgNZg/s320/Papa+Love+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to visit him earlier that day and scoped out a place that we could stand all eleven of them so that Papa could see them.  They each colored one piece of the sign and then stood there waiting for him.  We could barely make him out when he came to the window, but we could see him well enough to see him wipe a tear from his eye.  I love the picture below where you can see his reflection in the window looking down at the kids.  He loves them so much, and we all love him!!  We are so thankful that he came home and is doing so well!  We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440006785459117314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37JWVcBXQI/AAAAAAAABsM/p6jb8q7JUeQ/s320/Papa+Love+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-89645923362681536?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/89645923362681536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=89645923362681536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/89645923362681536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/89645923362681536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/papa.html' title='Papa'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37JVa6kaII/AAAAAAAABsE/v9oWLBKgNZg/s72-c/Papa+Love+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7503200705656588553</id><published>2009-12-31T15:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:12:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I am so late getting everything posted, but I will make a valiant effort to catch up! New Year's Eve Day started out a little iffy, but the night was GREAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori got a Barbie guitar with your gift certificates, so she played it pretty much all day.  She asked for a pink guitar every time anyone asked her what she wanted for Christmas.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; Mom and Dad were already done with shopping by this point, so she was left to her own resources.  One her dream was fulfilled she insisted on "Rock Star hair" to go with her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000058487331906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DOxg93EI/AAAAAAAABrM/DLPLcwBF9DI/s320/december+2009b+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000075216173922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DPv1bu2I/AAAAAAAABrU/9ghw6TYDTcI/s320/december+2009b+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her groupies loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000082996443298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DQM0ZOKI/AAAAAAAABrc/H6w9FYJFXL4/s320/december+2009b+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a rocking afternoon we went to a party--it was a little crazy, but SO fun! We got to play "grown up" games without too many interruptions, and the kids had a blast too!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000096620169186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DQ_kix-I/AAAAAAAABrk/av-fu7ip4RA/s320/december+2009b+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000102381954898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DRVCQp1I/AAAAAAAABrs/N6Lmgjbm6MM/s320/december+2009b+032.JPG" /&gt;We had a slightly early count down for the little ones so that they could start to wind down.  It was a fun night and a great memory!  Thanks all for making it happen!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000931361925538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37EBlOfKaI/AAAAAAAABr0/fJcxoDO_5uA/s320/december+2009b+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440000947874492290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37ECivY74I/AAAAAAAABr8/Df75Hez9eiM/s320/december+2009b+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7503200705656588553?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7503200705656588553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7503200705656588553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7503200705656588553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7503200705656588553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S37DOxg93EI/AAAAAAAABrM/DLPLcwBF9DI/s72-c/december+2009b+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2342579570521614846</id><published>2009-12-25T22:17:00.023-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:28:47.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>As is the Whitmill tradition, our first Christmas Eve activity was the annual devotional. This year we participated with several other families in our stake. It is the best way to start the holiday! We get to start the festivities by remembering our Savior, and the reason for all the celebrations! This year we decided to take some family pictures before we went to the devotional. Hey--with 11 grandbabies, you take what you can get. I actually think that they turned out pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424505468218185762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0e2-6tPGCI/AAAAAAAABqs/AlsguxKH-Pc/s400/Christmas+2009,+Family+Pics+020.JPG" /&gt; Then....there were the ones of our little family...we were not so fortunate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140485927677938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S2ZkfGaDL_I/AAAAAAAABrE/zGL4uGUnv_A/s400/Starred+Photos26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just so we didn't feel too bad about our family pics...Liz did a little performance throughout the large group pictures. Here is a sampling of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140472292809106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S2ZkeTnPmZI/AAAAAAAABq8/i9gi8Howu0A/s400/Starred+Photos25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we went to Nana and Papa's house. We ate our traditional Christmas Eve dinner, and opened presents--starting with new pj's! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504705589978274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0e2ShsgJKI/AAAAAAAABqk/PJ2VJFpbYFQ/s400/Starred+Photos23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then of course we had Christmas morning at our house. We had a GREAT Christmas with so many things to be thankful for! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424507282670065266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0e4oiERlnI/AAAAAAAABq0/v1uITJ5WlgA/s400/Starred+Photos24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2342579570521614846?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2342579570521614846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2342579570521614846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2342579570521614846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2342579570521614846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0e2-6tPGCI/AAAAAAAABqs/AlsguxKH-Pc/s72-c/Christmas+2009,+Family+Pics+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2497707282977764142</id><published>2009-12-25T22:17:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:22:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With all the happenings at the end of November/beginning of December, we got a bit of a late start to our holiday preparations. Fortunately we still got to most of our traditions, like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-Decorating the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424497475625765426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0evtr-tSjI/AAAAAAAABqc/5fDF-EzWOxc/s400/Collages2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Baking cookies--we made some cookies with our family, and others with some cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495606900197218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0euA6b0B2I/AAAAAAAABp8/sDi2V1ey_fQ/s400/Collages1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424496219416757698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0eukkPJBcI/AAAAAAAABqM/VQOghj4NCk0/s400/2009-12-25+christmas+09.jpg" /&gt;3-Getting new clothes and dressing up!  They looked so adorable in their new Sunday clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0euBYtRWxI/AAAAAAAABqE/y2hceXUJs68/s1600-h/Starred+Photos21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495615026486034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0euBYtRWxI/AAAAAAAABqE/y2hceXUJs68/s400/Starred+Photos21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2497707282977764142?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2497707282977764142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2497707282977764142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2497707282977764142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2497707282977764142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-preparations.html' title='Christmas Preparations'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0evtr-tSjI/AAAAAAAABqc/5fDF-EzWOxc/s72-c/Collages2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6217282750152080343</id><published>2009-12-25T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:07:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Program!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424478173759244946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0eeKK7HipI/AAAAAAAABos/W_vs-BVTTMg/s400/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424478182871329986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0eeKs3m7MI/AAAAAAAABo0/rNwURJ19_So/s400/15.JPG" /&gt;Lizzie and I had our first preschool program. We visited a retirement center and sang some Christmas songs for the residents. The residents really enjoyed it, and the kids were REALLY stinking cute! We'll have to do that again next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6217282750152080343?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6217282750152080343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6217282750152080343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6217282750152080343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6217282750152080343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-program.html' title='Christmas Program!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/S0eeKK7HipI/AAAAAAAABos/W_vs-BVTTMg/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3972871154700153887</id><published>2009-12-13T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:27:42.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>I am trying to catch up.  A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks, and I have been stressed, to say the least.  We were in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; for Thanksgiving, which was great.  We loved spending time with Tom's family. &lt;br /&gt;While we were there a friend passed away from a brain tumor.  It wasn't a shock, but it was still really hard on me.  She left behind three very sweet little girls.  She was 34 years old. &lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home late Monday night, we threw the kids in bed and I checked the voice mail.  Never a good thing when the bishop wants to meet with you the day you get home.  Well, less than 24 hours after arriving home, and about 36 hours before I was to play a good size role in a funeral, I was called to be the ward primary president.  YIKES!  Slightly overwhelming.  (Oh, and PS, you need to call everyone and have primary fully staffed within the next week so that you can do the teacher orientation/training meeting one week after being set apart.) &lt;br /&gt;Well, after rearranging preschool and receiving babysitting/preschool help from several wonderful people I attended the funeral for Jennifer.  It was a little harder than I expected, but thanks to all the help we made it through.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I was sustained, and also came down with strep throat.  ROCK ON!  Well, today we had our first teacher training meeting.  Short, and to the point, and most importantly OVER.  Next week brings one Christmas Program/field trip, two preschool Christmas parties, one kindergarten "Winter Party" and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;partridge&lt;/span&gt; in a pear tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3972871154700153887?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3972871154700153887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3972871154700153887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3972871154700153887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3972871154700153887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1408691811436611479</id><published>2009-12-02T18:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:17:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>My girl is HILARIOUS!  Liz cracks us up all the time!  She says the funniest things.  Here is a small sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-While waiting for our plane at the airport, I told Liz that if she looked close at the window she could see the pilot.  She immediately crumbled to pieces.  "I don't want to get on the airplane!  I don't want to ride with the pirate."&lt;br /&gt;"No baby, not pirate, pi-L-ot, with a L sound."  The next several minutes were spent trying to coax her onto the plane.  Finally we make it down the jetway and she sees the flight attendant and the pilot&lt;br /&gt;"See Liz, there's the pilot."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I want to go on the airplane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-On Thanksgiving she decided to tell everyone that there are some things that we are not allowed to say at our house.  "We don't say stupid, and we don't say 'you're ruinining my life'".  Thanks to Barbie for the quotable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-So we were explaining to Tori what it means to give someone your heart.  Liz said "I game Mommy my heart, and my heart is &lt;em&gt;fabulous&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1408691811436611479?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1408691811436611479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1408691811436611479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1408691811436611479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1408691811436611479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-3574568678133543814</id><published>2009-12-02T18:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:54:18.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was great!  We got to meet our newest niece, and spend some time with a nephew we almost never see.  Here are a few of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933067036317234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyW071c3VjI/AAAAAAAABok/7jRMa2P0ts8/s400/november+2009c+043.JPG" /&gt;The kids really shocked us and did surprisingly well on both flights!  Thank heavens for laptop computers to watch movies on!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932761673283826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyW0qD4pOPI/AAAAAAAABoU/b9dhiSEQVJs/s400/Starred+Photos19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham and Owen had a fabulous time together!  We need to get these two together more often!  They will be trouble when they get older, but for now they were just REALLY cute and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931458833089858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyWzeObVhUI/AAAAAAAABoM/TrVYLuhXiNQ/s320/november+2009c+014.JPG" /&gt;The girls loved the hot tub.  Mom is a chicken and because of O's breathing problems after the last hot tub exposure (which was probably completely irrelevant, but...) I wouldn't let him get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931446947928210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyWzdiJsWJI/AAAAAAAABoE/YMcpou7fcKE/s320/november+2009c+011.JPG" /&gt;It was fun to see the lights at temple square again.  It has been a long time.  Although, it was thoroughly disappointing to hear that Grandpa Peterson had been replaced as the narrator of the Christmas story. What were they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931433660689378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyWzcwpxK-I/AAAAAAAABn8/uxDsFZAzLaQ/s320/november+2009c+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931425844150514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyWzcTiKQPI/AAAAAAAABn0/R7ky2hVgrLs/s320/november+2009c+001.JPG" /&gt;The goodbyes are always the worst!  The girls cried, and so did Grammy, but Liz could NOT pull it together for one last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933059498882994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyW07ZXzN7I/AAAAAAAABoc/8P7Sov7Dw_Q/s400/november+2009c+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-3574568678133543814?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3574568678133543814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=3574568678133543814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3574568678133543814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/3574568678133543814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SyW071c3VjI/AAAAAAAABok/7jRMa2P0ts8/s72-c/november+2009c+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1940702198787523139</id><published>2009-11-06T15:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:53:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Susie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY KIDS LOVE AUNT SUSIE! Perhaps it is because she spoils them rotten, but perhaps it is just because she loves them so much. She came to visit at the end of October and the kids could not have been more excited to have her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSlbvVNVsI/AAAAAAAABhU/oVvIVWql60I/s1600-h/october+2009c+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123749104539330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSlbvVNVsI/AAAAAAAABhU/oVvIVWql60I/s320/october+2009c+078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123755437986626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSlcG7OE0I/AAAAAAAABhk/wK0ULG0Azto/s320/october+2009c+089.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123753328583282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSlb_ETInI/AAAAAAAABhc/HgmLBikjEis/s320/october+2009c+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401124975918245666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSmjJkY5yI/AAAAAAAABhs/XR0s_22Kjzo/s320/october+2009c+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take enough pictures, but she did tons of stuff with them, and Tori actually SOBBED all the way home from the airport.  Good thing Thanksgiving is soon, or she never would have stopped crying.  We love you Susie!  PLEASE move here?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1940702198787523139?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1940702198787523139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1940702198787523139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1940702198787523139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1940702198787523139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/auntie-susie.html' title='Auntie Susie'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSlbvVNVsI/AAAAAAAABhU/oVvIVWql60I/s72-c/october+2009c+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2935066238861016243</id><published>2009-11-06T14:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:59:14.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I don't love snow. I don't even like snow. I tolerate snow ok if it is not on the street. My kids on the other hand LOVE snow. They couldn't wait to dive in when we got the big storm. I didn't have appropriate snow gear, so they couldn't stay out too long, but they looked pretty cute!  (Don't worry, there will be plenty more snow, and they are now properly equipped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401128140630712354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSpbXCo4CI/AAAAAAAABh8/VtKIgSk00Dc/s320/october+2009c+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup, I made that hat!  I'm pretty proud of myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401128144140222594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSpbkHXwII/AAAAAAAABiE/pwCsDI8WXfU/s320/october+2009c+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, didn't make that one, but its cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401128136185375746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSpbGeybAI/AAAAAAAABh0/ocP0rPiAu1k/s320/october+2009c+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't put my arms down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2935066238861016243?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2935066238861016243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2935066238861016243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2935066238861016243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2935066238861016243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSpbXCo4CI/AAAAAAAABh8/VtKIgSk00Dc/s72-c/october+2009c+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7046790949576858155</id><published>2009-11-02T14:20:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:49:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSh7Df84HI/AAAAAAAABhM/AqJILYmQsys/s1600-h/october+2009b+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119889047740530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSh7Df84HI/AAAAAAAABhM/AqJILYmQsys/s320/october+2009b+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween started out this year at a friend's Halloween party where we were a 1970's prom king and queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather was so terrible on Wednesday and Thursday, the ward Halloween party was cancelled on Friday morning. A friend hosted her own at her home (what a saint!) so we went to that one. Then Aunt Susie arrived and we carved pumpkins, and spent Halloween trick or treating at the mall, trunk or treating at the church, and even catching a "Haunted House" down the street...they did an incredible job decorating their house by the way. Wish I had pictures of that! Here is what they looked like that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' costumes were a little more exciting than ours. They were the characters from the Wizard of Oz. The cousins offered quite an array...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSfYS0a3PI/AAAAAAAABhE/hxV6F2LvDGM/s1600-h/OCTOBER+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401117092841446642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSfYS0a3PI/AAAAAAAABhE/hxV6F2LvDGM/s320/OCTOBER+215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the cousins--the Cowardly Lion, Glinda, Dorothy, Pirate, Skeleton Rocker, Pirate, Mobster, and the Ninja and the Mobster attacking from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSdpym1XJI/AAAAAAAABg8/0QIhJ3FLwxU/s1600-h/OCTOBER+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401115194408918162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSdpym1XJI/AAAAAAAABg8/0QIhJ3FLwxU/s320/OCTOBER+190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401115192771616178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSdpsgeHbI/AAAAAAAABg0/CFPx0bPUOi4/s320/OCTOBER+206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401115182132037250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSdpE3zBoI/AAAAAAAABgs/d0xHMDBASiw/s320/OCTOBER+199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401114037188035474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvScmbn4A5I/AAAAAAAABgk/oCjO-FDp5vU/s320/OCTOBER+185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401114030781999074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvScmDwjp-I/AAAAAAAABgc/UIAhlccLNdc/s320/OCTOBER+184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401113219819345874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSb22r_l9I/AAAAAAAABgU/VNLb-BUTEng/s320/OCTOBER+179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401113217305958946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSb2tUwWiI/AAAAAAAABgM/FqRnAedg6oM/s320/OCTOBER+177.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7046790949576858155?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7046790949576858155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7046790949576858155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7046790949576858155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7046790949576858155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween FUN!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSh7Df84HI/AAAAAAAABhM/AqJILYmQsys/s72-c/october+2009b+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6792326158084614933</id><published>2009-10-26T08:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:10:51.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was a very busy day. I was at home for about 45 minutes total between 9AM and 11 PM. YIKES! After going to Super Saturday, and doing crafts for me and three friends, I raced home and got my beauty ready for our date (thanks for your help Manda, I would have been toast!!). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924033629357538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SuW50IA_BeI/AAAAAAAABe8/WnF3OBc6Eck/s320/october+2009b+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was before we left home...the excitement was almost too much for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left plenty early since Mommy doesn't know down town Denver very well anymore. We hit major traffic, but arrived nearly 30 minutes before the show started. Tori was SO excited! I did a little bit of explaining before and during the show. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924044968559714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SuW50yQdhGI/AAAAAAAABfM/lbqZuZNWf3U/s320/october+2009b+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I stink at self portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924039551527858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SuW50eE8K7I/AAAAAAAABfE/DYVeZ4xn4p4/s320/october+2009b+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall she LOVED it! She will say that her favorite part was "when Elphie grew big." For anyone who has seen the show, what she means is during the song &lt;em&gt;Defying Gravity&lt;/em&gt; when Elphaba rises up over the stage. She was very concerned about the witch hunt, and when Elphaba and Glinda said their goodbyes. Apparently there are some things that are still a little too real for her to completely let go as pretend. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396924073142296946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SuW52bNmoXI/AAAAAAAABfc/miYaFQ7fYw8/s320/october+2009b+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She thought that the mirrors in the bathroom were awesome.  Perfect for a princess to check herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6792326158084614933?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6792326158084614933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6792326158084614933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6792326158084614933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6792326158084614933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/wicked.html' title='WICKED!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SuW50IA_BeI/AAAAAAAABe8/WnF3OBc6Eck/s72-c/october+2009b+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1191052108232667361</id><published>2009-10-26T08:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:49:45.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I totally stole that title from Mandi...) We had our preschool parties on Thursday because all of next week will be fall break. Lizzie and her class here super hyper, and kind of out of control. The afternoon was significantly calmer...almost too calm. I let Tori go to the afternoon party since her auntie was in charge (and because they aren't allowed to have Halloween parties in school anymore). They had fun. Here are some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401109198968471138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSYMz2cPmI/AAAAAAAABf0/wcNtUCSiWrE/s320/october+2009b+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401108978218261074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSX_9ffWlI/AAAAAAAABfs/BC6qPyLqQlU/s320/october+2009b+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401108974474578978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSX_vi7TCI/AAAAAAAABfk/FoRCKqcsrCg/s320/october+2009b+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glinda, "Naughty but cute Pirate", Vampire, GI Joe, and Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401110571956697218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSZcuoV-II/AAAAAAAABf8/A65GDuvA0dQ/s320/october+2009b+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1191052108232667361?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1191052108232667361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1191052108232667361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1191052108232667361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1191052108232667361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/smarty-party.html' title='Smarty Party'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SvSYMz2cPmI/AAAAAAAABf0/wcNtUCSiWrE/s72-c/october+2009b+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4952818196560937282</id><published>2009-10-16T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:17:16.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Princesses met the "Big Princesses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/St9dv3r7tTI/AAAAAAAABe0/j3bHad95dxE/s1600-h/Princesses+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395133955596596530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/St9dv3r7tTI/AAAAAAAABe0/j3bHad95dxE/s320/Princesses+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Manda found out that the princesses were going to be right here in Aurora! Of course we had to take advantage of the opportunity. My girls put on their favorite princess dresses and off we went. They were SO excited! The girls that were the princesses were really cute with them, and played it up well. Well, if you can't make it to Disneyland, I guess the costume shop will work.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395133941765959826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/St9dvEKc8JI/AAAAAAAABes/jagxO73TS-g/s320/Princesses+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395133935696962706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/St9dutjfZJI/AAAAAAAABek/y_Mzfka7mdk/s320/Princesses+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4952818196560937282?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4952818196560937282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4952818196560937282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4952818196560937282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4952818196560937282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-princesses-met-big-princesses_16.html' title='My Princesses met the &quot;Big Princesses&quot;'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/St9dv3r7tTI/AAAAAAAABe0/j3bHad95dxE/s72-c/Princesses+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6421744556491710450</id><published>2009-10-04T19:54:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:12:10.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Audrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWzYZrMkI/AAAAAAAABdE/kkYxSRVrQis/s1600-h/race+for+the+cure+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933869848965698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWzYZrMkI/AAAAAAAABdE/kkYxSRVrQis/s320/race+for+the+cure+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933863297463666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWy__rNXI/AAAAAAAABc8/t3zeiCCcm3A/s320/race+for+the+cure+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was an incredible day! For YEARS Grandma would talk about the Race for the Cure, and say "someday I want to take you all down there, so you can see it for yourselves." We would all agree that someday it would happen. Today we FINALLY did it! It was a truly incredible experience. I can honestly say that I can't remember the last time that I saw my grandma that happy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388932853613321042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslV4OoN21I/AAAAAAAABck/kDO6ZgJAEI0/s320/race+for+the+cure+046.JPG" /&gt;It was really great to see her for the miracle that she is, as the inspiration that her life brings to so many others who are fighting their own battles. Grandma is a 34 year survivor! Not many women (or men) can say that. I was so amazed to see how many people went out of their way to tell her thank you, or to tell her how much courage she gave them. It is easy to forget what she has been through, but she beat some pretty tough odds, and was among the oldest survivors at the race! The closing ceremony was a little bit difficult to watch. As the doves were released in memory of those who had finished their battles and moved on, the tears were unstoppable. MY GRANDMA FOUGHT AND WON! I am so proud! I am so lucky and so blessed to follow such an incredible legacy, and today I was given a pretty grand reminder of that! Thanks Grandma! We love you so much, and we are SO proud of you!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388932844116016978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslV3rP4f1I/AAAAAAAABcc/9o5wjlco80k/s320/race+for+the+cure+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the race we made hats! Each hat was a little different, but pretty much uniform so that people could tell that we were TEAM AUDREY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388931270844201154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslUcGWpuMI/AAAAAAAABbk/U0xVfAtRD5I/s320/race+for+the+cure+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma definitely got her 15 minutes of fame today! Her first interview came before we even started the race. Many people stopped our group because they wanted pictures. We started a little early since we had a wheelchair. As our group crossed the start line the race announcer told the racers (probably in the range of 50,000-60,000 people) that Audrey, the 34 year survivor, was starting her race. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388931259022748866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslUbaUMrMI/AAAAAAAABbU/vVBxxukrZco/s320/race+for+the+cure+016.JPG" /&gt;When we were less than half a mile in the Denver Post reporter stopped us and interviewed grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.denverpost.com/photogalleries/coloradoimages/#id=album-69890&amp;amp;num=1377588" target="_blank"&gt;http://photos.denverpost.com/photogalleries/coloradoimages/#id=album-69890&amp;amp;num=1377588&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.denverpost.com/photogalleries/coloradoimages/#num=1378035&amp;amp;id=album-69890"&gt;http://photos.denverpost.com/photogalleries/coloradoimages/#num=1378035&amp;amp;id=album-69890&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.denverpost.com/photogalleries/coloradoimages/#id=album-69890&amp;amp;num=1378035" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We start at about 2 1/2 minutes in.  Then we are all the way til the end!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="212" name="flashObj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" width="286" src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/934052406" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=43358272001&amp;amp;playerId=934052406&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finished the race, 9 News put us on their live broadcast,&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388932834324283218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslV3GxWf1I/AAAAAAAABcU/YnMmBkPYrWg/s320/race+for+the+cure+038.JPG" /&gt;and then more press took her picture and name at the closing ceremony. The race chairwoman wanted to speak to her!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933858246908674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWytLh2wI/AAAAAAAABc0/2XRPIgkTwtE/s320/race+for+the+cure+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that recognition, I think that the one that meant the most to her was when she was standing up to be recognized for her years of survival. We didn't think that she would make it out of the wheelchair to stand, but there she is...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933846450012802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWyBO7goI/AAAAAAAABcs/87e9rPlEsjs/s320/race+for+the+cure+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our Heroes of Hope capes, we decided that we were totally super heroes, as shown by my amazing ability to fly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388931266696285810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslUb25tjnI/AAAAAAAABbc/vvEzbGA24M4/s320/race+for+the+cure+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388931252578366994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslUbCTvNhI/AAAAAAAABbM/PIiHCC1AUHo/s320/race+for+the+cure+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388931234851263826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslUaARRFVI/AAAAAAAABbE/dE779NVCf64/s320/race+for+the+cure+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6421744556491710450?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6421744556491710450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6421744556491710450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6421744556491710450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6421744556491710450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-audrey.html' title='Team Audrey'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SslWzYZrMkI/AAAAAAAABdE/kkYxSRVrQis/s72-c/race+for+the+cure+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-7399191832171016046</id><published>2009-09-20T14:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:20:25.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, lots of goings on. Lots of busy busy days. Between preschool, my family, and my calling there have been lots of stressful days and big events. Now life is going to slow down. That should be a good thing, right? One would think so, but I have spent a lot of time in tears. I was released on Thursday (an publicly today) from the BEST calling in the world. I call this my "have your cake and eat it too" calling. As the second counselor in the stake Young Women I got to have so many incredible experiences, see the inner workings of things, be with the yw, and still attend my ward, sit in RS, etc. I wasn't shouldering the main burdens (those are for the president), but I had enough to keep me busy, motivated, and excited. Most of all, I got to gain a really incredible testimony for Heavenly Father's love for each of us, and his desire to support and care for the youth. I am so sad that I will no longer be the one that gets the opportunity to share those messages with the young people in the Arapahoe Stake, but I am at peace knowing that the women that replaced us today will work hard to share the Lord's light with his youth. I am so thankful for the last 27 months and all that I have learned. I am thankful for the wonderful leaders that I have had the chance to work with, and the incredible youth I have had the chance to get to know. I hope that they will all know how much they were loved by us, and how much love and support they will always have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now the scary part...what comes next? Cub Scouts? Nursery? Yikes, have I jinxed myself just by mentioning them? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to add what a sweet princess I have.  As I sat silently crying in my row, Lizzie looked up at me and said:&lt;br /&gt;L:  "Mommy, why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Remember how Mommy works with the young women?"&lt;br /&gt;L: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Well, they said that they don't need Mommy to do that anymore.  Now it is somebody else's turn.  Heavenly Father wanted me to be finished with that job."&lt;br /&gt;L: "Well, that's ok Mommy.  Next time it will be your turn again, and Heavenly Father will say that you can do that job again (cocking her head slightly) someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...someday!  I sure hope she's right!  She is such a good comforter.  She sat and held me for several minutes after that!  SUCH A SWEETIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-7399191832171016046?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7399191832171016046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=7399191832171016046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7399191832171016046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/7399191832171016046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4806528182854906631</id><published>2009-09-08T12:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:54:03.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics</title><content type='html'>Last week we took Owen and Lizzie to the doctor.  Owen was retested for RTA.  We were hoping that they would tell us that there was no need for medication anymore.  Unfortunately he has actually gotten worse.  So sad!  More medicine it is.  He is 22.7 (10%) pounds...yup...that's it.  Not even 22 1/2, but so close!  He is 30 3/4 inches tall (25%), and his head is averaging out a little to 47 1/2 (50%).  That's my big head baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie is up to the 50% mark in weight at 30.2 lbs.  Way to go Liz!  Her height is 37 3/4 (60%).  Where did this average sized child come from anyway?  I know you are all bored by this info, but hey--I am a terrible record keeper, so this is for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4806528182854906631?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4806528182854906631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4806528182854906631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4806528182854906631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4806528182854906631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/statistics.html' title='Statistics'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-4031097663671932722</id><published>2009-09-08T12:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:50:01.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy's first day of preschool looked something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479237379140626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe_3VySrBI/AAAAAAAABYM/25tBXLGWroc/s400/sept+2009+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479230128835938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe_26xrzWI/AAAAAAAABYE/ZeSP4ymS7EQ/s400/sept+2009+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Trying to hide as many faces from public view as possible...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479246361263746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe_33Py_oI/AAAAAAAABYU/am5N1zADe3Y/s400/Smarty+Pants+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479261591295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe_4v-618I/AAAAAAAABYc/a1eiCHbjk4E/s400/Smarty+Pants+265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time! It is so different to be a teacher in this setting! I've taught in public elementary school, in a private preschool, and now in my OWN preschool.  This is by FAR my favorite!  This year is going to be FABULOUS!  I can't believe that we are already starting to register for next year?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-4031097663671932722?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4031097663671932722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=4031097663671932722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4031097663671932722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/4031097663671932722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommys-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Mommy&apos;s First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe_3VySrBI/AAAAAAAABYM/25tBXLGWroc/s72-c/sept+2009+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-2861872000943867848</id><published>2009-09-08T12:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:40:42.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie's First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9WBB0cfI/AAAAAAAABX0/um-d6H0TgUE/s1600-h/sept+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476465848185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9WBB0cfI/AAAAAAAABX0/um-d6H0TgUE/s400/sept+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty pumped to be wearing her new back pack and purple polka dots!  She is all about purple right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9VntxPEI/AAAAAAAABXs/SD_c8OkLwF0/s1600-h/sept+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476459053202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9VntxPEI/AAAAAAAABXs/SD_c8OkLwF0/s400/sept+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; She has a really great teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lizzie had a great first day of school. She was pretty excited to start at Smarty Pants Preschool...well, actually, I think she just likes to say "Smawty Pants Pweschool!"  The best part is the drive time!  HA!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476443130360162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9UsZd8WI/AAAAAAAABXc/HsdXus3AlPA/s400/september+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Standing next to the same door as her sister did...let's see how they measure up next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476475012811570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9WjK1izI/AAAAAAAABX8/kK_9wbdnWBQ/s400/sept+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First day of school 'do.  It's all about the big purple flower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-2861872000943867848?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2861872000943867848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=2861872000943867848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2861872000943867848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/2861872000943867848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/lizzies-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Lizzie&apos;s First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sqe9WBB0cfI/AAAAAAAABX0/um-d6H0TgUE/s72-c/sept+2009+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-8126484389303242893</id><published>2009-08-31T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:49:47.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy: (noun) a noise with dirt on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376356521709797122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpynxXZd_wI/AAAAAAAABXQ/wFDKB49AWhQ/s400/aug+09e+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-8126484389303242893?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8126484389303242893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=8126484389303242893&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8126484389303242893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/8126484389303242893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpynxXZd_wI/AAAAAAAABXQ/wFDKB49AWhQ/s72-c/aug+09e+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1561554909990084510</id><published>2009-08-30T16:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:00:36.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sslg9wtnG1I/AAAAAAAABdM/Yyo2hhF12FA/s1600-h/August+2009+249%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388945043290004306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sslg9wtnG1I/AAAAAAAABdM/Yyo2hhF12FA/s320/August+2009+249%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;On Friday night, our ward had a Primary Talent Show. I must admit then when I arrived and saw 30 acts I was a little concerned. I was super impressed though! They were super organized. Everything was thought through and well executed! Way to go guys! Tori performed with her cousin, Lily. It was adorable! They sang and danced to the first half of the song "Popular" from the show WICKED! I may be slightly biased, but THEY WERE SO DANG CUTE!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388945052434748354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sslg-Sx408I/AAAAAAAABdU/ODserYWbgkY/s320/August+2009+255%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1561554909990084510?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1561554909990084510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1561554909990084510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1561554909990084510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1561554909990084510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/talent-show.html' title='Talent show'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sslg9wtnG1I/AAAAAAAABdM/Yyo2hhF12FA/s72-c/August+2009+249%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1711644189287476939</id><published>2009-08-24T09:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:36:21.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten...already?</title><content type='html'>Yup. She's official! I can't stand it, but I also can't change it. My baby is in real school. She was so excited. She has been there for about an hour and a half now...I hope she is as happy as she was when I left her. This is how she looked when she left... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373553153413264146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyH2rgsxI/AAAAAAAABU4/FwCgJk0yCTU/s320/aug+09c+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373553171685235506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyI6v42zI/AAAAAAAABVI/5jAhOF0DiQ8/s320/aug+09c+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here Manda--I get in trouble for not taking hair pics, so here you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373553160318246354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyIQZyXdI/AAAAAAAABVA/bs2zEIPR3_A/s320/aug+09c+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373554806523163842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKzoE_n9MI/AAAAAAAABVo/c3sMZwTtaO4/s320/aug+09c+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373554800217880802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKzntgU-OI/AAAAAAAABVg/YZnlk57xa5I/s320/aug+09c+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At the school with her cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373553188221570754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyJ4WdTsI/AAAAAAAABVY/pmo0jkV6BD4/s320/aug+09c+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She was excited to have her buddy Shane in her class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373553180706706866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyJcWxlbI/AAAAAAAABVQ/-wu2EV-rJys/s320/aug+09c+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am pretty sure that this face means "Mom, are you seriously crying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373646839087413858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpMHVFA0umI/AAAAAAAABXI/PkPpk3Wd5VI/s320/aug+09d+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coming out after school with Ms. TeoLyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373646829801674050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpMHUia7lUI/AAAAAAAABXA/jlzTTgE6ni4/s320/aug+09d+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tori and Ms. TeoLyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was her kindergarten interview day...just 'cause she's so cute, I had to post some of these too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373554830171521666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKzpdF1QoI/AAAAAAAABV4/yWbT-d2ssig/s320/aug+09+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373554819745538114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKzo2QFYEI/AAAAAAAABVw/oNpgRHxDHSQ/s320/aug+09+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The common thread? The child can't go outside without sunglasses... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1711644189287476939?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1711644189287476939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1711644189287476939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1711644189287476939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1711644189287476939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergartenalready.html' title='Kindergarten...already?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpKyH2rgsxI/AAAAAAAABU4/FwCgJk0yCTU/s72-c/aug+09c+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6178836609756073845</id><published>2009-08-23T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:52:40.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Susie's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3E0NC_TI/AAAAAAAABW4/FwuC8IoTRm4/s1600-h/100_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373558598767148338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3E0NC_TI/AAAAAAAABW4/FwuC8IoTRm4/s320/100_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3EkF12II/AAAAAAAABWw/3eXMKaJiWak/s1600-h/100_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373558594441959554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3EkF12II/AAAAAAAABWw/3eXMKaJiWak/s320/100_1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is really late in coming, but I just got the pics this week, and I had to put them up. The kids (and I) LOVE spending time with Aunt Susie. She spoils them rotten, but most importantly, she loves them, and they love her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556772601707234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK1ahNRuuI/AAAAAAAABWY/1mNc-KMgKgs/s320/100_1387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556743940673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK1Y2b9EbI/AAAAAAAABWA/7zPuWf5qWhY/s320/100_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373558587559841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3EKdBEJI/AAAAAAAABWo/JpFcFm-PPTE/s320/100_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556784567464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK1bNyIsSI/AAAAAAAABWg/jmpcKn3DTH4/s320/100_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556752920695362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK1ZX49UkI/AAAAAAAABWI/LEBM1Co-CjM/s320/100_1315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556763723570242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK1aAIkHEI/AAAAAAAABWQ/79UGfXC99SY/s320/100_1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6178836609756073845?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6178836609756073845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6178836609756073845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6178836609756073845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6178836609756073845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/susies-visit.html' title='Susie&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpK3E0NC_TI/AAAAAAAABW4/FwuC8IoTRm4/s72-c/100_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5569522513931362443</id><published>2009-08-23T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:01:58.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><content type='html'>Liz is a night owl. There are no two ways about it.  The child is also an incredible procrastinator.  Going to bed has become quite a task for her.  The routine has always been enough before, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night--before she made it around the corner to see Tom and I sitting on the couch I said "Liz--what do you need."&lt;br /&gt;"I need to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mom--no drinks on the new carpet."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks...now go to bed.  Mommy will take my cup to the table.  Good night." &lt;br /&gt;"Good night." (all smiles, and up to bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night--"Liz--if you get out of bed, Mommy will take away your sleeping mask."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;an hour or so later&lt;br /&gt;"Liz--why are you out of bed?"&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, give me your sleeping mask."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, here."  She brought it down with her, knowing the consequences.  Snot!  She starts to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;"Eliza--if you come downstairs again, Mommy will take away your lion."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Mommy, but guess what...I won't even be sad if you take my sleeping mask and my lion."&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night--we were out in a date, and she terrorized her poor auntie.  Thanks for putting up with her Nini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saga continues...wish me luck tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5569522513931362443?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5569522513931362443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5569522513931362443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5569522513931362443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5569522513931362443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-318924293102511093</id><published>2009-08-15T19:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:03:54.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG8mPhnXjI/AAAAAAAABUI/U26v0YLI_yM/s1600-h/july+2009+d+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373283195618287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG8mPhnXjI/AAAAAAAABUI/U26v0YLI_yM/s320/july+2009+d+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373283185508348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG8lp3N8jI/AAAAAAAABUA/VM5Q76phEhg/s320/july+2009+d+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, we are wrapping up another summer, and that means we have one more level of swim lessons completed! The girls were both in swim lessons this year without a parent. YAY! O was in parent and tot this year. The girls loved their teachers. This was the first year we have been in classes that were this full. Tori has always been a little bit hesitant when in comes to water (and almost everything else). This year was totally different. Liz wasn't afraid of anything, and Tori was bent on topping everything that her sister did. Tori was so proud to be going under water by herself. Then Liz started going under for several seconds at a time. Let the contest begin! Every time Liz learned to do something, Tori did it better. Liz didn't really care, she was just happy to be doing it. The whole thing was fun to watch, especially as the weeks went on. The highlight for both girls was definitely the last day of lessons when they got to go down the water slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373281271979914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG62RafNiI/AAAAAAAABT4/Mxa4zFbW_kA/s320/aug+09+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373281261057792290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG61ouc2SI/AAAAAAAABTw/6U59ennGMCg/s320/aug+09+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373281254009185986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG61Od7psI/AAAAAAAABTo/miBeuiSJimc/s320/aug+09+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen--well...he was definitely a fish in another life. He learned very quickly to blow bubbles, kick, and even pull with his arms. Going under the water was a treat for him, but nothing compared to being able to go in the water without being held. The baby pool was his "happy place!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279376831383810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG5H9b3iQI/AAAAAAAABTg/pJOogC1e9NQ/s320/august+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b456638cc54847b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db456638cc54847b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D374BD6CC9C7F0BD31853AA718BB39F5BE29519C9.761A757BF9875E6A52BBFA0FFBCF1911F8A33F65%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db456638cc54847b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nV-LhON1T-VlI2Xifencb-hBRU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db456638cc54847b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427038%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D374BD6CC9C7F0BD31853AA718BB39F5BE29519C9.761A757BF9875E6A52BBFA0FFBCF1911F8A33F65%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db456638cc54847b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nV-LhON1T-VlI2Xifencb-hBRU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next year Tori will be a starfish, Liz will be a guppy, and O will be... with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-318924293102511093?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b456638cc54847b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/318924293102511093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=318924293102511093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/318924293102511093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/318924293102511093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG8mPhnXjI/AAAAAAAABUI/U26v0YLI_yM/s72-c/july+2009+d+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-661551878878404320</id><published>2009-08-06T17:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:13:05.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SntiZBRyk5I/AAAAAAAABS4/NdVCHl91QZ4/s1600-h/august+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991562921382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SntiZBRyk5I/AAAAAAAABS4/NdVCHl91QZ4/s320/august+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her fortune (for-chin...lol) said "You are always entertaining and delightful." She really is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991569062449970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SntiZYJ70zI/AAAAAAAABTA/n1DqiH9NGk8/s320/august+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Typical bruise covered Liz...this was today's injury. You can't really see how bad the bruise is, but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-661551878878404320?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/661551878878404320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=661551878878404320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/661551878878404320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/661551878878404320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SntiZBRyk5I/AAAAAAAABS4/NdVCHl91QZ4/s72-c/august+2009+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-1741055212468681277</id><published>2009-08-06T16:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:04:39.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Millions of Peaches....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Snte9i9qyBI/AAAAAAAABSw/IPjxuVgF6cc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366987792392570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Snte9i9qyBI/AAAAAAAABSw/IPjxuVgF6cc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACHES FOR ME! Ok, so not millions, but it felt that way. There were six workers, 2 days of work, and 225 lbs of peaches. We made: canned peaches, frozen peaches, peach jam, peach syrup, and peach fruit leather. YUM! It was a lot of work, and it was really HOT! SO worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366987789708601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Snte9Y9wp3I/AAAAAAAABSo/ln0Re9KFz4M/s320/august+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-1741055212468681277?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1741055212468681277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=1741055212468681277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1741055212468681277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/1741055212468681277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/millions-of-peaches.html' title='Millions of Peaches....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Snte9i9qyBI/AAAAAAAABSw/IPjxuVgF6cc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5135203237115973775</id><published>2009-07-26T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:18:05.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in his 20's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday to the love of my life...even though I am a little bitter that he is still in his 20's and I'm not anymore. He got kinda jipped since his bday landed on a Sunday this year, so I hope that our celebration yesterday, and a little today will do. Today was super unexciting, since he had meetings starting early and I had meetings tonight, but he got some presents and the kids sang to him several times. The girls were disappointed that he wouldn't let them pick out his clothes today, but after their choice for my bday outfit I think that he was a little nervous. (Did I forget to mention that in my bday post? Yeah--they wanted me to wear my wedding dress to the museum. I tried it on, and YES it still fit!! YAY FOR ME! They were excited that I "looked like a princess", but still not museum attire.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday we had a big breakfast, went to the farmer's market, etc. Then Tom and I went out to dinner, went bowling, wandered around... He was excited because for his special day he wanted to make me watch my bowling ball all the way down the alley. For anyone who has been bowling with me, you know that this was pure torture. For the man of my dreams, I did it. Dang, I must really like him! Anyway--happy birthday baby! I love you so much!  Laugh it up now baby...when you hit thirty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988221909173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sm0pX52ABQI/AAAAAAAABSY/JsbnjnalvZE/s320/07-25-09_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crappy cell phone pics, but proof we were there, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362988226027787138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sm0pYJL9E4I/AAAAAAAABSg/-wK0CAjVJaI/s320/07-25-09_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5135203237115973775?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5135203237115973775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5135203237115973775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5135203237115973775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5135203237115973775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-in-his-20s.html' title='Still in his 20&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sm0pX52ABQI/AAAAAAAABSY/JsbnjnalvZE/s72-c/07-25-09_1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-5818669665962143911</id><published>2009-07-21T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:03:21.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763383228874402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPY6MNvqI/AAAAAAAABRg/xusuN1c-xiQ/s320/july+2009+d+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I wasn't going to do a bday post for myself, but my friends guilted me into it.&lt;br /&gt;So, here you go...thirty? You can't be serious! In my head I am still 22...yes, 22. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, that is the age that sticks. It is definitely NOT that strange number with a 3 in the front! I am struggling just a little bit. I really loved my twenties. I did a lot of great stuff in my twenties...I got married, graduated from college, started my career, had three beautiful children, moved several times, and more recently, learned to run and ran some big races, and learned a lot about myself. I will miss my twenties, and that young feeling that you get when you tell people that you are still in your twenties, but oh well. I am sure my thirties will be great! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763793373728610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPwyGXj2I/AAAAAAAABSI/p0LizISEG3g/s320/july+2009+d+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got to celebrate my big bday with Susie and my three little ones at the museum. We had a lot of fun. Then my hubby brought me roses and took me out to a fabulous dinner at a great Indian restaurant. Then we went shopping...he even suffered through Archiver's with very few complaints. My real hero! I get to celebrate again in August when we go to Cirque Du Soleil! YAY! That will be so fun! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763413160254050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPapsaWmI/AAAAAAAABSA/bLfnb1np95M/s320/july+2009+d+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763408655399410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPaY6XufI/AAAAAAAABR4/uMj5g_QTqL4/s320/july+2009+d+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763392190058818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPZbkukUI/AAAAAAAABRo/fHOOagryAwQ/s320/july+2009+d+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763797928618306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPxDEVqUI/AAAAAAAABSQ/lw5zO1aO2sk/s320/july+2009+d+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763394593731394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPZkhzs0I/AAAAAAAABRw/GAjyL7uQGFQ/s320/july+2009+d+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So there you go. Quit bugging me about posting my bday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-5818669665962143911?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5818669665962143911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=5818669665962143911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5818669665962143911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/5818669665962143911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/thirty.html' title='Thirty?!?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SmjPY6MNvqI/AAAAAAAABRg/xusuN1c-xiQ/s72-c/july+2009+d+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293602844877480879.post-6832341788211841532</id><published>2009-07-19T15:50:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:18:48.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SURVIVED! Eleven years of girls camps...wow! It was a great week. I think that overall things went well. Other than the sneaky appearance of "Camp Jenn" and the lack of sleep, we had a really great time. A big shout out to Cami for putting up with me all day and all night for 3 1/2 days! That is a truly impressive feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PRECAMP&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Sleepover on Friday night...so fun! We were thrilled to finally see what we had been working for...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; spirit of camp/fun! These girls really pulled it out, even if I was super tired when I finally went home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384154051017138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Smd2e3aeebI/AAAAAAAABRA/FmTWwoCnIGs/s320/july+2009+c+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384157401654146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Smd2fD5VI4I/AAAAAAAABRI/hblZY6-4beQ/s320/july+2009+c+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1--Departure time 5:40 AM...SO TIRED! We got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JC's&lt;/span&gt; up there, got set up, and prepared for the rest of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384169833314274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Smd2fyNRN-I/AAAAAAAABRY/bj5OrncEXcQ/s320/july+2009+c+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2--By far the hardest day for me! I ended up in charge of planning and executing the hikes at the last minutes which was super stressful. I am so thankful for the people that helped out in my last minute panic! I think that overall they went well. I know that the poor little second years struggled, but they had some really great experiences. I think that many people on that hike came back with stronger testimonies, friendships, and with a greater understanding of how much they can really do if they are pushed. Certification was next, which was also my baby...is anybody surprised that this was the day that "Camp Jenn" made a brief, but potent appearance? It was a little choppy, but they were able to certify all the things that I had planned. The skits that night were really great! So many creative girls and leaders...plus, the stake skit was hilarious, at least to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370378521143338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sodqz74i5hI/AAAAAAAABTI/ldJpY8Drx00/s320/IMG_8125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3--GAMES! The games were well planned, well executed, and super fun! I ended up with some hilarious stories, and only one opportunity to clean up puke! Then more certification...a little better on the second day! We got to end this day on a great spiritual high! The men came up to cook the girls' dinner. Then we had a short awards ceremony and devotional and split into wards for testimonies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370378533759662898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sodq0q4guzI/AAAAAAAABTQ/IJOuki4z6ig/s320/IMG_8489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384166831757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Smd2fnBpGiI/AAAAAAAABRQ/EXVMVaWfIbc/s320/july+2009+c+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4--HOME! We had another great devotional, yearbook signing party, etc. I got home around 2:00 PM and I am still trying desperately to catch up on sleep!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370378540009791778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Sodq1CKqISI/AAAAAAAABTY/nqrf28bqz8g/s320/IMG_8697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long week on all counts. I am so thankful that Grammy and Grampy could come and take care of my family while I was gone. Here is a litte look at their week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285466913530482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG-qcwmYnI/AAAAAAAABUQ/qxbAG0AKwK8/s320/july+2009+b+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The traditional Grammy shake picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285488906979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG-rusPxsI/AAAAAAAABUg/-HZ6n7rcvGY/s320/july+2009+b+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285479338835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG-rLDBf_I/AAAAAAAABUY/XZLFnFIS9CQ/s320/july+2009+b+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285503791060754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG-smI41xI/AAAAAAAABUw/IhMSdcVMGyc/s320/july+2009+b+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285494713935042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SpG-sEUu5MI/AAAAAAAABUo/2D5aE5IuF8I/s320/july+2009+b+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3293602844877480879-6832341788211841532?l=petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6832341788211841532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3293602844877480879&amp;postID=6832341788211841532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6832341788211841532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3293602844877480879/posts/default/6832341788211841532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petersonplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617274897426326690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/SbXpi795owI/AAAAAAAAA8M/orIccex2nPM/S220/026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDS1Bze_mm0/Smd2e3aeebI/AAAAAAAABRA/FmTWwoCnIGs/s72-c/july+2009+c+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
