<?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-21463828</id><updated>2011-10-02T03:05:49.598-07:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='will'/><category term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><category term='Christmas crafts'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='wyatt'/><category term='God'/><category term='fun summer activities'/><category term='random'/><category term='mixes'/><category term='my husband'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='projects'/><category term='mothering'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='the three'/><category term='family'/><category term='chickens'/><category term='pinchin&apos; pennies'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='company girl'/><category term='anna'/><category term='friends'/><category term='wordless'/><title type='text'>my jar of buttons</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.  Colossions 3:23</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6784002035636693720</id><published>2010-12-20T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:45:46.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas crafts'/><title type='text'>Christmas wreaths and Christmas countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqSe7ItVI/AAAAAAAACDE/4qJYjKoLTAo/s1600/IMG_0398%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553758893760886098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqSe7ItVI/AAAAAAAACDE/4qJYjKoLTAo/s320/IMG_0398%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqR_yDpgI/AAAAAAAACC8/nRTR2L5iClw/s1600/IMG_0352%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553758885401306626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqR_yDpgI/AAAAAAAACC8/nRTR2L5iClw/s320/IMG_0352%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqRqzaN3I/AAAAAAAACC0/il9HKg60CNM/s1600/IMG_0337%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553758879769835378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqRqzaN3I/AAAAAAAACC0/il9HKg60CNM/s320/IMG_0337%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple ideas which may be too late for this Christmas, but tuck them away in you mental file for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idea #1: I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/frugal-living/diy-making-holiday-wreaths/"&gt;link for wreath making &lt;/a&gt;and decided to attempt it. It's a really great tutorial if you want to try it. I took clippings from my yard, and from a friends yard, which I would recommend, a good variety of greens was really nice. My friend's yard had some red leaf plants and some with little red berries which were a nice touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was cheap and impatient I didn't use the wire wreath forms or floral wire. I had my wonderful husband scour the utility room for something that would work. He found me and old towel hanger and a broken metal plate rack, both made great forms for wrapping my greens around. I also used fishing line instead of floral wire, but I think next year I will splurge on wire since the fishing line was harder to tie off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I really had a blast doing these and I can't imagine ever spending money on a wreath. Mine were plain, no ribbon or ornaments added. I would love to do this a little earlier next year and possibly make extras to give as gifts. Since I already have a red berry wreath (fake) for my door I used these more as centerpieces/table top decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it would be really fun to have a few friends take clipping from their yards and gather to share the greens and enjoy the wreath-making experience together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idea #2:  I also copied this idea for a &lt;a href="http://www.thriftyandthriving.com/2010/11/homemade-holiday-make-your-own-christmas-countdown/"&gt;Christmas Countdown&lt;/a&gt;. I made one quite simply by printing out numbers 1-25 on my computer in plain cardstock, varying the sizes and fonts, so they were all different. Then I just jazzed them up with leftover Christmas scrapbooking paper scraps, and followed the directions on the link from there.  An activity on the back of each magnet was a fun way to countdown to Christmas and made sure we were deliberate about enjoying the season, doing the things we love.  This was great for the ages of my kids, they have continued to be really excited about each days activity. Every family has their own traditions and I'm sure you can think of little things for each day. Some things could even be as simple as sharing your favorite Christmas memory. Here are some thing we did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Christmas lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make treats for birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Christmas books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the Christmas Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch a Christmas movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pop Popcorn (and string it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorate tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit the State Capital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deliver treats to neighbors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mails cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make paper snowflakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to the Nutcracker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing Christmas songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get the idea.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-6784002035636693720?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6784002035636693720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6784002035636693720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6784002035636693720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6784002035636693720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wreaths-and-christmas.html' title='Christmas wreaths and Christmas countdown'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TRLqSe7ItVI/AAAAAAAACDE/4qJYjKoLTAo/s72-c/IMG_0398%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1847826163867826189</id><published>2010-12-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:38:33.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Mexican Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TQRcPOxG-EI/AAAAAAAACCM/JBL_9_H1DUQ/s1600/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549662057559160898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TQRcPOxG-EI/AAAAAAAACCM/JBL_9_H1DUQ/s320/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something you can mix up for your own pantry, or turn into a cute gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a recipe for a taco seasoning mix that is really yummy and so much cheaper than the spice packets I used to buy.  I mixed up a bunch, packaged it in snack size baggies with a little label I made on the computer, and put it in a gift bag with canned tomatoes and canned salsa from this summer.  These will be my kiddos teacher gifts this year, along with instructions for cooking up a "mexican night".  My theory it anything simple can be jazzed up to look cute, with a gift tag or label.   I'm all about making practical, useful gifts, look more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recipe for the taco seasoning found here: (I usually times it by 4 and it makes a small jar-full for my cupboard)  &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Taco-Seasoning-I/Detail.aspx"&gt;http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Taco-Seasoning-I/Detail.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great mix idea is hot chocolate.  My friend Ashley shared a recipe, which is simple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup cocoa powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whisk together in a bowl and add a pinch of cayenne for kick if desired (I left it out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use 2 tbs./ mug of WARM milk, stir to dissolve.  She uses soy milk and it works wonderfully, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a rich and creamy hot chocolate, myself and my kids love it.  Would make a cute gift in a jar or baggie along with candy canes and those cute vanilla flavored snowman shaped marshmallows.  Have you seen those?  Love 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect cold weather treat!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1847826163867826189?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1847826163867826189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1847826163867826189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1847826163867826189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1847826163867826189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/mexican-spice.html' title='Mexican Spice'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TQRcPOxG-EI/AAAAAAAACCM/JBL_9_H1DUQ/s72-c/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3401986475880331120</id><published>2010-12-08T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:12:43.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Pillowcase Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet, Anna's good friends, baby Zoe and Selah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selah's mom Ashley sent me the link to a pillowcase dress and said, "we should make matching dresses for our girls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TP-471gei7I/AAAAAAAACCE/uVHJNwqwetE/s1600/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548356604058831794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TP-471gei7I/AAAAAAAACCE/uVHJNwqwetE/s320/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TP-47GH7eSI/AAAAAAAACB8/z5glmausvjA/s1600/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548356591339403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TP-47GH7eSI/AAAAAAAACB8/z5glmausvjA/s320/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only we didn't use a pillowcase. We used fabric that we sewed into a pillowcase.  Easy to modify the sizes a little since we were dealing with a 5 year old, 2 1/2 year old and 1 year old. We had extra fabric so we made one for Zoe who turns one on December 17th, a very good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These were really easy. I mean so easy, I am already planning on making more. We still have scraps leftover and I want to make a matching dress for Anna's American girl doll and Selah's rag doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out the link here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplymodernmom.com/2010/07/pleated-bow-pillowcase-dress-tutorial/"&gt;http://www.simplymodernmom.com/2010/07/pleated-bow-pillowcase-dress-tutorial/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grab a friend and make some for the girls in your life.  It's more fun to sew together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-3401986475880331120?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3401986475880331120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3401986475880331120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3401986475880331120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3401986475880331120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/pillowcase-dress.html' title='Pillowcase Dress'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/TP-471gei7I/AAAAAAAACCE/uVHJNwqwetE/s72-c/pillowcase%2Bdress%2Band%2Btaco%2Bseasoning%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1789220457451133854</id><published>2010-12-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:36:36.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back. I think I'm ready to give this bloggin' thing another try. I have been mulling over thoughts about what I want this blog to be about. I have been thinking a lot about who I am, the special gifts and talents God has given me, and what I am passionate about. I have decided that I would love for this blog to be a place where I share some of my ideas on all things domestic. I love to craft, sew, bake, cook, etc. and I would love to share some of that with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nearly a year since I've blogged and a challenging and growing year at that. My desire is to encourage, as Christ has so encouraged me through His Spirit. There are several things the Lord has been teaching me, and working in me this year. One is that I am not a super mom. As a stay-at-home mom I tend to put a lot of pride in what I do and never got a lot of outward recognition for it. But I am learning that it is not what I do that defines me, rather it is who I am in Christ. I never want to seem like I have everything together, because believe me, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that lesson has come a lot of me letting go of expectations and humbling myself. Realizing I am exactly who God made me to be and He delights in me. Realizing that I am God's workmanship, His poetry, so to speak, and He is writing my beautiful story. Realizing that God is still making me into the wife and mom He has called me to be. Realizing that it's ok if my kids eat cereal for breakfast and hot dogs for dinner, and go to bed in their t-shirts without a bath. Realizing that the most important thing is not busying myself with the tasks in the "kitchen" (Martha), but sitting at His feet in the "living room" (Mary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I would love to use this blog to share what I am doing that gives me joy! I hope that if you are a mom like me, you will be inspired and encouraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1789220457451133854?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1789220457451133854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1789220457451133854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1789220457451133854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1789220457451133854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3783214348888760991</id><published>2010-01-17T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:26:08.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Another thing I think I'll keep forever</title><content type='html'>Do your kids make you "treasures" daily? Are your tables and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; covered with pictures, paintings, drawings and glitter glue masterpieces that weigh 2 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when no one's looking I throw away about 99% of it. I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, is an exception. Today my 8 year old went off to spend the night with a good buddy. He's spent the night there before, so he's "cool" with it. But when I went into his room later this afternoon, I found a note and four pieces of gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note reads: (spelling errors included for effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom Dad Anna and Wyatt,&lt;br /&gt;I hop you have fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sy&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Wyatt's friend who is coming to play tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aneway&lt;/span&gt; I just left this note so you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mise&lt;/span&gt; me. at 8:00 pm call me to say Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nigte&lt;/span&gt; and I will be back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tomorow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love, Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'm thinking I'll keep this one forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;.... Wyatt just wrote him a note back. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ferum&lt;/span&gt; Wyatt B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dere&lt;/span&gt; Will&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gum that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for the note that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rily&lt;/span&gt; like it&lt;br /&gt;Love Wyatt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-3783214348888760991?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3783214348888760991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3783214348888760991' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3783214348888760991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3783214348888760991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-thing-i-think-ill-keep-forever.html' title='Another thing I think I&apos;ll keep forever'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4952791872229017329</id><published>2010-01-11T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:50:28.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><title type='text'>Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the last day of 2009 and the first day of 2010 Wyatt lost his two front teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/S0ubXPrYNtI/AAAAAAAACBo/O9kfYMhRlIA/s1600-h/IMG_8151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425600999745664722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/S0ubXPrYNtI/AAAAAAAACBo/O9kfYMhRlIA/s320/IMG_8151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty much my favorite look on him, so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't get enough of him saying his "th's", either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4952791872229017329?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4952791872229017329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4952791872229017329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4952791872229017329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4952791872229017329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/toothless.html' title='Toothless'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/S0ubXPrYNtI/AAAAAAAACBo/O9kfYMhRlIA/s72-c/IMG_8151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6353136493680802535</id><published>2009-12-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:54:18.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our December, so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fall I was introduced to the idea of a "December Daily" scrapbook. Basically it is a mini scrapbook, in which you pre-decorate 25 pages, each numbered 1-25 to represent the days in December 'til Christmas. On each page you leave room for a picture and/or some journaling about what you did that day. My friend Chantel and I decided to make December Daily albums, and I have been adding my pictures and journaling all month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One week Wyatt was sick, out of school for 4 days. Toward the end of his sickness both Craig and I got sick. It was interesting finding things to scrapbook about on those sick days, but there was always something. From sitting on the couch watching movies or looking at books, to making a break outside to check on the chickens, some days I scrapbooked pretty insignificant things. But it's some of those little everyday things that often don't make it into the scrapbook, so I think it will still be fun to look back on those things year after year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the slightly more exciting things that have been taking up our time this December:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will and Wyatt building with legos in their room. They play this way for a long time. It's so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5Do16DMI/AAAAAAAACBg/7y7y2zcSZoM/s1600-h/IMG_7885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418315298857684162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5Do16DMI/AAAAAAAACBg/7y7y2zcSZoM/s320/IMG_7885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Popping popcorn! Wyatt then took the time to string it and make a garland for his tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5CyMw3AI/AAAAAAAACBY/dR-lfX0n7jA/s1600-h/IMG_7889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418315284189600770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5CyMw3AI/AAAAAAAACBY/dR-lfX0n7jA/s320/IMG_7889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy brought home a box of russell stover chocolates he got as a gift and we all took turns taste testing. This was one of those special, funny family times, when I look at the photo I laugh. We had so much fun doing something so simple. And I'm not sure what's up with Wyatt's get-up, or Anna's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5CdKzEeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/cTg84uH6J70/s1600-h/IMG_7907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418315278544212450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5CdKzEeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/cTg84uH6J70/s320/IMG_7907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt's gingerbread masterpiece. This was a fun day, Anna and I got to visit his classroom for gingerbread house making day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4cFcsIWI/AAAAAAAACBI/xfWgJczOQwo/s1600-h/IMG_7931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314619341775202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4cFcsIWI/AAAAAAAACBI/xfWgJczOQwo/s320/IMG_7931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my parents on my Birthday, December 17th. They, along with my siblings, came out that morning and took me to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4b4DXNvI/AAAAAAAACBA/R-AKRmxb-zQ/s1600-h/IMG_7937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314615745885938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4b4DXNvI/AAAAAAAACBA/R-AKRmxb-zQ/s320/IMG_7937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that day I got to watch Anna's preschool program and do some fun Christmas crafts and activities with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4bHZWtLI/AAAAAAAACA4/horzaG7hvrE/s1600-h/IMG_7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314602684789938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4bHZWtLI/AAAAAAAACA4/horzaG7hvrE/s320/IMG_7940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was an angel in her first ballet recital, a performance of the Nutcracker at the Elsinore Theatre. This was definitely a highlight for me, this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4apXHXgI/AAAAAAAACAw/fVOBTPvUX_o/s1600-h/IMG_7962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314594622332418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG4apXHXgI/AAAAAAAACAw/fVOBTPvUX_o/s320/IMG_7962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baking day was Monday. I made Russian Tea Cakes, Molasses Sugar Cookies, Almond Roca, and Marshmallow Cookies. We assembled plate after plateful to deliver to our neighbors and friends. A fun way to spread some Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3p9elqvI/AAAAAAAACAo/tGFbxPtMAkI/s1600-h/IMG_7991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418313758208797426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3p9elqvI/AAAAAAAACAo/tGFbxPtMAkI/s320/IMG_7991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped off at the capital building during one of our Salem trips. It is so pretty this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3pufmi4I/AAAAAAAACAg/AGu6aeVWDyI/s1600-h/IMG_7998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418313754186517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3pufmi4I/AAAAAAAACAg/AGu6aeVWDyI/s320/IMG_7998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one makes me laugh, the pose is totally inspired by Anna, and a lady passing by was laughing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3pKez1-I/AAAAAAAACAY/MvQ7d7is5OA/s1600-h/IMG_8004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418313744519518178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3pKez1-I/AAAAAAAACAY/MvQ7d7is5OA/s320/IMG_8004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished off our day with a ride on the carousal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3onM9RFI/AAAAAAAACAQ/g8z3ARWrIRs/s1600-h/IMG_8008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418313735049397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG3onM9RFI/AAAAAAAACAQ/g8z3ARWrIRs/s320/IMG_8008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there you have it, just a few little bits and pieces of what we've been up to this month. I have thoroughly enjoyed December, and looking forward to the few days still left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-6353136493680802535?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6353136493680802535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6353136493680802535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6353136493680802535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6353136493680802535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-december-so-far.html' title='Our December, so far'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SzG5Do16DMI/AAAAAAAACBg/7y7y2zcSZoM/s72-c/IMG_7885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7143286690200691041</id><published>2009-12-18T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:25:57.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I needed this today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.  Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"Obviously not.   No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's going ... she's going ... she's gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.   Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.   I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.   It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.   My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it.  I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:"To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book.   And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."  And the workman replied, "Because God sees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.  It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over.  You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction.   But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.    It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.   It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.   I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.   As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.   When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."   That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself.   I just want him to want to come home.   And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,"You're gonna love it there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As mothers, we are building great cathedrals.   We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.   And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My prayer for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, help me to see myself not as the world may see me, but as you see me.  As a great builder.   Please fuel my passion with the faith that your eyes see my every actions, even when no on else does.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7143286690200691041?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7143286690200691041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7143286690200691041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7143286690200691041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7143286690200691041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-needed-this-today.html' title='I needed this today...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8734951747588829041</id><published>2009-12-06T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:46:39.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;I've got SUNSHINE, on a cloudy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4UHemE-I/AAAAAAAACAI/UP5Wwu6KSbQ/s1600-h/IMG_7718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333139192583138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4UHemE-I/AAAAAAAACAI/UP5Wwu6KSbQ/s320/IMG_7718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4TlybkOI/AAAAAAAACAA/N2p7KJhN_-M/s1600-h/IMG_7720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333130148974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4TlybkOI/AAAAAAAACAA/N2p7KJhN_-M/s320/IMG_7720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Well, I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4TdLLb3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/lgf5fdS34yw/s1600-h/IMG_7725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333127836856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4TdLLb3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/lgf5fdS34yw/s320/IMG_7725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My girl....talking 'bout my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4S1CF-KI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HJznM965QfQ/s1600-h/IMG_7747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333117061331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4S1CF-KI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HJznM965QfQ/s320/IMG_7747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've got so much honey, the bees envy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3WDJLoAI/AAAAAAAAB_o/g1AbZZ2D0xk/s1600-h/IMG_7750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412332072877137922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3WDJLoAI/AAAAAAAAB_o/g1AbZZ2D0xk/s320/IMG_7750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3Vsj1bsI/AAAAAAAAB_g/dAC1udjub2Y/s1600-h/IMG_7755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412332066814914242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3Vsj1bsI/AAAAAAAAB_g/dAC1udjub2Y/s320/IMG_7755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Well, I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3VBGSrAI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/AnBjAeJzr9w/s1600-h/IMG_7760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412332055148276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3VBGSrAI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/AnBjAeJzr9w/s320/IMG_7760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My girl.....talking 'bout my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3Ui4ixcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/R6FI1IGI2wQ/s1600-h/IMG_7763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412332047037547970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx3Ui4ixcI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/R6FI1IGI2wQ/s320/IMG_7763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl turned 4 last Sunday.  It is one of my most favorite ages.  I am excited about this year ahead with her.  While thinking about this blog post I couldn't get those song lyrics out of my head, I thought they were fitting.  She truly does bring sunshine to my cloudy days, and is sweeter than honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-8734951747588829041?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8734951747588829041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8734951747588829041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8734951747588829041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8734951747588829041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-got-sunshine-on-cloudy-day-when-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sxx4UHemE-I/AAAAAAAACAI/UP5Wwu6KSbQ/s72-c/IMG_7718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2920266998315913892</id><published>2009-11-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:15:33.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Over the holiday weekend, I have continued to reflect on the things I am thankful for.  I think I am due for 6 more to make it an even 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful that Craig has a job.  And, not just work, it is one that he loves.  I have heard of so many losing their employment these past few days, it makes me really reflect at how blessed we are for his steady work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for healthy kids.  Again, there are several children we know battling cancer and other unknown diseases.  I am praying for a little girl from church who is yet to be diagnosed, but is suffering and in pain.  I am so thankful for my own children's good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for my siblings....my two older sisters and my younger brother.  I look up to my sister's so much as wives and mothers.  Being 7 and 6 years older than myself they paved the way, and taught me about hair and make-up.  We are each busy with our own families, but I know we truly care about each other and love each other.  I had some time to chat with my little brother over the weekend as well, and we shared some good laughs.  It was fun to connect a little more than we normally have the opportunity to, and I am so thankful for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful that my kids have cousins!  They are blessed with 12, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful for my mommy van.  It is old, the doors stick and the locks are funky, but God provides.  4 years ago we became a family of 5 and I was still driving the old Camry my parents had given us.  We had to squish the three kids into the back seat, and I remember praying for this van.  It is a simple, but huge, answer to prayer.  God knew what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am MOST THANKFUL for the gift of salvation.  These past few weeks we have been practicing with the children at church for our Christmas program, and as we kick off the Christmas season, I am reminded even more how amazing God's grace is.  I fail time and time again, yet still there is forgiveness and I am washed clean every day.  I watch the little children practicing for their program and I am blessed by the small opportunity we have to give back to the Lord, in sharing our talent and the good news with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2920266998315913892?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2920266998315913892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2920266998315913892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2920266998315913892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2920266998315913892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-wrap-up.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Wrap Up'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2840423528309274579</id><published>2009-11-25T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:59:55.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 24</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for our little home that has been ours for over 9 years.  We brought all our babies home from the hospital here, and have put so much work into it over the years.  It is so gratifying to have improved it some, and I LOVE coming home to this place.  We are so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2840423528309274579?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2840423528309274579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2840423528309274579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2840423528309274579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2840423528309274579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-24.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 24'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-415545455260699155</id><published>2009-11-23T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:51:42.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful for my children's beautiful artwork!  I am showered with little pictures and loving notes all the time.  Today Wyatt drew this one for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad, I love you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwsRC2-1CgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/UVfuTNIRogM/s1600/IMG_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407434518404860418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwsRC2-1CgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/UVfuTNIRogM/s320/IMG_7705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will did this self portrait at school this year.  It is one of my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; pieces of art he has ever done.  I think it may end up in a frame!  I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwsRCk9WLLI/AAAAAAAAB_A/o3UoLy4pbIQ/s1600/IMG_7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407434513566805170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwsRCk9WLLI/AAAAAAAAB_A/o3UoLy4pbIQ/s320/IMG_7708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-415545455260699155?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/415545455260699155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=415545455260699155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/415545455260699155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/415545455260699155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-23.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 23'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwsRC2-1CgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/UVfuTNIRogM/s72-c/IMG_7705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2346183689088250851</id><published>2009-11-22T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:21:14.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 22</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for the Word of God that is living and powerful and speaks light into the darkness.  This verse encouraged me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a God we have!  And how fortunate we are to have Him, this Father of our Master Jesus!  Because Jesus was raised from the dead, we've been given a brand new life and have everything to live for, including a future in heaven-and the future starts now!  God is keeping careful watch over us and the future.  The Day is coming when you'll have it all-life healed and whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-1Peter 1:3-5 (the message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2346183689088250851?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2346183689088250851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2346183689088250851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2346183689088250851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2346183689088250851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-22.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 22'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6711855836118989316</id><published>2009-11-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:32:49.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 years ago I met two people who have blessed me in so many ways.  They are two of the most caring and generous people I know.  They love the Lord and they love each other.  They love me, and have called me one of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love their fine son very much.  And they graciously accepted me into their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Ama and Papa (along with Craig and 3 year old Will)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwhoPunTg5I/AAAAAAAAB-4/20RR2i6oWwI/s1600/01290069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406685972078494610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwhoPunTg5I/AAAAAAAAB-4/20RR2i6oWwI/s320/01290069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so thankful for my WONDERFUL in-laws.  The first time I met them Craig's dad gave me a big bear hug, and I knew I would be well loved in this family.  I couldn't ask for better (except for asking them to move closer to us!  :)  They are that awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Kristi, Nikki and families....I am SO thankful for you, too!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-6711855836118989316?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6711855836118989316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6711855836118989316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6711855836118989316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6711855836118989316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-21.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 21'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SwhoPunTg5I/AAAAAAAAB-4/20RR2i6oWwI/s72-c/01290069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-344680018223396081</id><published>2009-11-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:20:01.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 19 &amp; 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for this sweet boy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SweCPQTOhvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/gsCTyGQMF7M/s1600/IMG_7546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406433076266829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SweCPQTOhvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/gsCTyGQMF7M/s320/IMG_7546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for this season in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to have lunch with Will on Thursday and then Anna and I stayed and watched his class do their readers theater play about the pilgrims.  Everything I get to experience with Will is new, and a first for me.  Sometimes I find myself wishing for the past, or wondering about the future, but Thursday was a reminder to me to just enjoy the present.  Will is at such a fun age and grade....he is easy to talk to, he knows and understands probably a lot more than I give him credit for.   He is asking questions about things like heaven, and divorce, and I find myself having to stop and really consider my answers....how much info to give, and how to explain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will is a thinker, a planner, he likes routine and stability.  He is a true guardian of his younger siblings, and he is very sensitive to others feelings.  When I think about the fact that I have already parented Will 1/2 way through his years at home, it makes me even more determined to enjoy the moment.  I am so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; and blessed to be his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'll leave you with a quote from this summer, I just found in a journal of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will- Mom, I've been thinking that when I get older I want to play on worship team, like Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me- that would be cool, bud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will- ya....'cause I've been thinking a lot about my future and stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-344680018223396081?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/344680018223396081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=344680018223396081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/344680018223396081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/344680018223396081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-19-20.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 19 &amp; 20'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SweCPQTOhvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/gsCTyGQMF7M/s72-c/IMG_7546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4312488163764909638</id><published>2009-11-19T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:54:09.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 16,17 &amp; 18</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to do three of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take the kiddos to the library and check out a busload of books for our 10 day break from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sing for Wednesday night worship with Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Laugh with one of my oldest friends---who has know me over 1/2 my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am thankful for, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;BOOKS, MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;LAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4312488163764909638?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4312488163764909638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4312488163764909638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4312488163764909638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4312488163764909638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-1617-18.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 16,17 &amp; 18'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5957851563058542088</id><published>2009-11-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:16:30.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 14 &amp; 15</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for our schools.  Perhaps I am biased, but I think they are great!  The boys have adjusted to a new school this year, and although they miss being at daddy's school, I am so thankful they both have amazing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;TEACHERS!&lt;/span&gt;  One of my favorite parts of the day is about 2:16pm when the boys burst through the front door and I get to hear about their day.  We work on homework right away, and I get to be the follow up teacher for a few minutes.  Right now Will is working on a readers theater, and he just finished a unit on "people in motion" where he diagrammed a swimmer.  Wyatt is a little 1st grade sponge soaking in definitions of words, math facts, and reading books all the time.  I get so excited hearing about all the fun things they are doing and learning.  Their teachers put forth so much effort to make their learning experience the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so thankful to be able to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;VOLUNTEER&lt;/span&gt; in their classrooms.  It truly is a highlight of my day.  It is so fun to see them in action and I gain so much respect for all teachers every time I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in my other life I was meant to be a teacher.....I don't know.....maybe a nurse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5957851563058542088?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5957851563058542088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5957851563058542088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5957851563058542088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5957851563058542088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-14-15.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 14 &amp; 15'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8700536903863234541</id><published>2009-11-16T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:19:37.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 12 &amp;13</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, as I spent a few hours working on some sewing projects, I was reminded of my gratitude for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sewing machine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl I practiced sewing on my mom's machine a lot.  My mom taught me what she could, but she was more of a pillow and curtain type of seamstress.  I had the desire to sew clothes so my mom graciously bartered: she gave a friend's daughter piano lessons, in exchange for sewing lessons for me.  I learned (sort of) how to read a pattern and made my first article of clothing: a sarong, it was a very pretty periwinkle color, as I recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I started a schrunchi business...."Lindsay's Schrunchi's: made with love and help from above" was the slogan I had printed on my own personal business cards.  I sewed other articles of clothing (none, too great) but I was always proud of my accomplishments.  When I graduated from college my Mom bought me my own sewing machine, and it has served me well, these past, eeek, 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that my mom, encouraged my love for sewing, even though it wasn't exactly her niche.  She made so many sacrifices so I could do the things I loved.  These days I am getting to use my machine a little more often.  I am so thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8700536903863234541?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8700536903863234541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8700536903863234541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8700536903863234541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8700536903863234541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-days-12.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 12 &amp;13'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7196083974467982362</id><published>2009-11-15T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:16:35.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 10 &amp; 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;GOOD FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;OUR CHURCH FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are blessed by so many great friendships, both old and new.  We love our church family and feel so at home there.  We have so many people who care about us and are praying for us.  I am so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7196083974467982362?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7196083974467982362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7196083974467982362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7196083974467982362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7196083974467982362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 10 &amp; 11'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6091087793724991685</id><published>2009-11-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:07:47.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 8 &amp; 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;#8: I am thankful for the 4 distinct seasons we get to experience in our neck of the woods.  The green and glorious days of spring, a few scorchers each summer, the gorgeous fall leaves, and usually a pretty decent snowfall in winter that brings about a school closure day, (or more!)  It really is a blessing to live in such a beautiful part of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQ6ppHMI/AAAAAAAAB-o/bpCrI3tdcBo/s1600-h/IMG_7683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145021117603010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQ6ppHMI/AAAAAAAAB-o/bpCrI3tdcBo/s320/IMG_7683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #9: PLAY!  I am so thankful that our family has healthy active bodies that allow us to play together.  Just getting outside for a walk is something we often take for granted.  I love watching my kids play, and playing with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQkEh7GI/AAAAAAAAB-g/8QyOX0Z9610/s1600-h/IMG_7684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145015056362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQkEh7GI/AAAAAAAAB-g/8QyOX0Z9610/s320/IMG_7684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQEXRNOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/sMUFmqfo10c/s1600-h/IMG_7690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145006545024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQEXRNOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/sMUFmqfo10c/s320/IMG_7690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hPwe2dVI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/fNKG7wo89j4/s1600-h/IMG_7692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404145001208116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hPwe2dVI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/fNKG7wo89j4/s320/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-6091087793724991685?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6091087793724991685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6091087793724991685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6091087793724991685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6091087793724991685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-days-8-9.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Days 8 &amp; 9'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv9hQ6ppHMI/AAAAAAAAB-o/bpCrI3tdcBo/s72-c/IMG_7683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8735993422427301339</id><published>2009-11-13T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:24:22.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 6 &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;COFFEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I splurged on my first candy cane mocha of the season, and boy was it yummy. There are times I go to bed at night thinking how lucky I will be to have coffee in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ps--do you like my "coffee cozies" --my kids named them that, and I think it's pretty good name--I found directions to make them &lt;a href="http://sisterlings.blogspot.com/2008/09/reusable-coffee-sleeve.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Somehow they just make the candy cane mocha seem even more fun to drink. If that is possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv3l2BdhWwI/AAAAAAAAB-I/h7GT2khShIM/s1600-h/IMG_7678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403727844182416130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv3l2BdhWwI/AAAAAAAAB-I/h7GT2khShIM/s320/IMG_7678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of coffee, did you know I didn't start drinking coffee regularly til this guy came into my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv3l16hT9dI/AAAAAAAAB-A/iwpSVPRnTOY/s1600-h/IMG_7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403727842319267282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv3l16hT9dI/AAAAAAAAB-A/iwpSVPRnTOY/s320/IMG_7536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something about having two kids "drove me to drink", so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am also thankful for my Wy-boy. It is safe to say that as Wyatt grew and became mobile, he turned my world upside down and I found myself seeking the Lord for wisdom more than I ever had before. There were times when I even questioned my ability to parent this, crazy, active little boy. God has taught me so much about myself, as I've had the opportunity to be Wyatt's mom. I still lose it as a parent, regularly. But, I can also honestly see how far we BOTH have come. Wyatt is a joy and is soo, sooo, funny. He makes me laugh EVERY DAY! But he also has a very sensitive side. He wants to be a missionary when he grown up, and has been saying that for several months now. Even his Sunday school teacher came up to me the other day and said, "did you know Wyatt, really wants to be a missionary when he grows up?" I see God's promises being fulfilled in Wyatt's life, and for that I am so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coffee and Wyatt. Just think, without, Wyatt, I might never have had the need for coffee, and without coffee, I might never have gotten through those early years with my Wyatt ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-8735993422427301339?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8735993422427301339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8735993422427301339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8735993422427301339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8735993422427301339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-6-7.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 6 &amp; 7'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sv3l2BdhWwI/AAAAAAAAB-I/h7GT2khShIM/s72-c/IMG_7678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5403552526295361172</id><published>2009-11-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:33:15.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 5</title><content type='html'>I'm playing catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful when I hear my children's prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Anna said, "....and if people are sick, just help them to feel better, and if they are sick and dying, help them not to die.....and Lord, if people are in jail..... just, just....... help them to get out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5403552526295361172?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5403552526295361172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5403552526295361172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5403552526295361172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5403552526295361172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-5.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 5'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-157091000343816245</id><published>2009-11-12T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:56:54.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today I am completely humbled.  And that is what I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my blog post about running yesterday I was feeling pretty hot stuff this morning out on my jog.  It was one of those days I felt like I had a little more endurance so I added about 4 blocks onto my route.  I was just over 1/2 way, and starting to head home, I crossed the street.  I debated about crossing over to the other side, but decided against it at the last minute, there was a girl there walking her dog, so I just figured I'd cross over when I got closer to home.  I don't know what happened, but about 2 seconds later I was flying through the air and landed face down, LAYING, on the pavement.   I really wish I had a video of it because I'm sure it looked like something from the movies.  Immediately my hands stung and my knee started throbbing.  I forced myself up, and the girl and her dog asked, "are you OK?"  I said, "I think so..." and started to limp home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God has humbled me today, and shown my once again that He is in control.   Thank you God, for a little reality check!  I may be walking now for a few days.  There is a huge goose-egg/bruise on my knee and my hands look like hamburger.  Oh, and by the way, when kids fall and scrape their hands up on the pavement, it really does hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-157091000343816245?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/157091000343816245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=157091000343816245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/157091000343816245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/157091000343816245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-4.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 4'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2894406563965906059</id><published>2009-11-11T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:59:31.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvszoP7uF8I/AAAAAAAAB94/FCB23MdxShQ/s1600-h/IMG_7667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402968944525842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvszoP7uF8I/AAAAAAAAB94/FCB23MdxShQ/s320/IMG_7667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning Runs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relationship with running began a couple years ago. It is partly an addiction, part love/hate relationship, part "me" time, and part, a justification to eat ice cream while watching the biggest loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the reason behind it, fall mornings are some of the most beautiful times to be outside in the early wee hours, with the wind and rain in your face. Time to pray, and think. And I have seen some GLORIOUS sunrises in the process. I am so thankful for those early morning runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2894406563965906059?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2894406563965906059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2894406563965906059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2894406563965906059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2894406563965906059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-3.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 3'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvszoP7uF8I/AAAAAAAAB94/FCB23MdxShQ/s72-c/IMG_7667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8798930754772093497</id><published>2009-11-10T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:40:33.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 2</title><content type='html'>(I am a little behind, oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (and every day!) I am thankful for my husband.  This weekend I was away on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; retreat at the coast.  I am so blessed to be able to go away and not worry about them at all.  He encourages me to go, and takes care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; at home.  I even found a very sweet note from him in my suitcase while I was away.  Here are a few other things that just make him the best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unloads&lt;/span&gt; the dishwasher every morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he makes the coffee every morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he helps me pick fruit and produce in the the summer and even helps me can it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he takes on side jobs so I don't have to work, or worry about money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he lets me vent and talk his ear off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he sends me sweet emails and leave me notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he prays with me every night before bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And much, much more!  I am so blessed....and VERY thankful for him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8798930754772093497?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8798930754772093497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8798930754772093497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8798930754772093497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8798930754772093497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-2.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 2'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-9213661722650622143</id><published>2009-11-05T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:10:50.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My very inspirational friend &lt;a href="http://campkurtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt; is doing this on her blog.  I'm gonna copy her and do it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful for my little girl.  She is my side-kick these days and I'm so enjoying one-on-one time with her.  She is my little helper, my friend, and she keeps me from getting lonely.  She makes me laugh, and sing, and smile.  She gives love so freely and I pray our relationship will always be this close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvOfE02doGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Cb7Js1kYbwk/s1600-h/IMG_7653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400835283402727522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvOfE02doGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Cb7Js1kYbwk/s320/IMG_7653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Brownies" .....need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-9213661722650622143?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9213661722650622143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=9213661722650622143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9213661722650622143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9213661722650622143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-days-of-thankfulness-day-1.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 1'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SvOfE02doGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Cb7Js1kYbwk/s72-c/IMG_7653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7351443273322082106</id><published>2009-11-01T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:55:25.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Rose Fairy Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46rYtEcnI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NodVqrJ9p6U/s1600-h/IMG_7629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399317520304075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46rYtEcnI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NodVqrJ9p6U/s320/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Complete with make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46qzCPX_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/4o1pHZAaz48/s1600-h/IMG_7614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399317510192324594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46qzCPX_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/4o1pHZAaz48/s320/IMG_7614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MwJmlLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/2xAtA_dKScc/s1600-h/IMG_7615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316994021823666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MwJmlLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/2xAtA_dKScc/s320/IMG_7615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Add two Jedi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MlnIInI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/z-bg8hQZRcg/s1600-h/IMG_7623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316991192867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MlnIInI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/z-bg8hQZRcg/s320/IMG_7623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who wouldn't stop posing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MH17rOI/AAAAAAAAB9I/meV_w_01gGA/s1600-h/IMG_7626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316983201901794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46MH17rOI/AAAAAAAAB9I/meV_w_01gGA/s320/IMG_7626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus another family of five (not pictured) an awesome Duck win, yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; and cornbread, a little time to scrapbook, and way too many Reese's peanut butter cups.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a winner of a evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7351443273322082106?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7351443273322082106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7351443273322082106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7351443273322082106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7351443273322082106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-rose-fairy-princess-complete-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Su46rYtEcnI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NodVqrJ9p6U/s72-c/IMG_7629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2059932129193318312</id><published>2009-10-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:07:35.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinchin&apos; pennies'/><title type='text'>And the winner is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anne!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a catalina and a rebate, all the loot below cost me just $9.17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anne, email me your mailing address (&lt;a href="mailto:thebuttonfam@hotmail.com"&gt;thebuttonfam@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) and you will receive one of those glade candles in your choice of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apple Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dewberry Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clean Linen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me know which flavor you prefer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for all your guesses....don't you all want to be crazy coupon ladies, now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2059932129193318312?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2059932129193318312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2059932129193318312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2059932129193318312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2059932129193318312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3590723798566522739</id><published>2009-10-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:54:09.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinchin&apos; pennies'/><title type='text'>I've been bit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...by the coupon bug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past few weeks I've been trying my hand at this crazy coupon stuff and yesterday I walked away from Safeway on a savings high.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 box cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 boxes brownie mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Jugs apple juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 jugs grape/pomegranate juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tide liquid stain remover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tubes crescent rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 tubes grands biscuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 glade candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 glade candle refill packs (4 in each)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 pump dial hand soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StosjBjeOjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/1ydQsGRuDek/s1600-h/IMG_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393672483953850930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StosjBjeOjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/1ydQsGRuDek/s320/IMG_7017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leave a comment with your guess on how much I scored all this stuff for (26 items total)!  The closest guess without going over (Price is Right) will win a prize still to be determined, by me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you are interested in crazy couponing click on the links on the sidebar.  The Krazy Coupon Lady and Frugal Living NW are where I got all my tips!&lt;br /&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/21463828-3590723798566522739?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3590723798566522739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3590723798566522739' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3590723798566522739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3590723798566522739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-bit.html' title='I&apos;ve been bit....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StosjBjeOjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/1ydQsGRuDek/s72-c/IMG_7017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-9056272257369737607</id><published>2009-10-15T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:12:06.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Hunting 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far, hunting for our family has really just been camping with a gun.   So fear not, no deer carcas pictures.  We spent 5 days in the great outdoors and I was so thankful for the beautiful weather up until the last day.  It made for a perfect trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snuggling by the campfire and eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breakfast was our daily morning ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD_-GnfOI/AAAAAAAAB84/ySIC7nPL_xI/s1600-h/IMG_6882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392853845081029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD_-GnfOI/AAAAAAAAB84/ySIC7nPL_xI/s320/IMG_6882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, Wyatt really loved making silly faces.  Will, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD_BJasGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/dcBE67nmHzE/s1600-h/IMG_6891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392853828718211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD_BJasGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/dcBE67nmHzE/s320/IMG_6891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing on the big rock.  Weapons?  Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD-YYH9gI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JY2iIHR8_hk/s1600-h/IMG_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392853817774044674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD-YYH9gI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JY2iIHR8_hk/s320/IMG_6896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Campfire entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD9lFJxaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/yLdojeHBqao/s1600-h/IMG_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392853804004263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD9lFJxaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/yLdojeHBqao/s320/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quad rides...love Anna's expression.  She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD9EDwh0I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/mnzx7Yvs5c0/s1600-h/IMG_6932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392853795140044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD9EDwh0I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/mnzx7Yvs5c0/s320/IMG_6932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinnamon rolls in the '69 trailer on the last rainy morning.  Yes, you read right, our trailer is 40 years old.  Vintage baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCleSAOzI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xSlgtQTct_c/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392852290350627634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCleSAOzI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xSlgtQTct_c/s320/IMG_6966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Campfire kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCk22B8hI/AAAAAAAAB8I/zj57tWY_h-w/s1600-h/IMG_6952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392852279764316690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCk22B8hI/AAAAAAAAB8I/zj57tWY_h-w/s320/IMG_6952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys getting ready for a hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCkZ0wMjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/uWPhSVj89Bk/s1600-h/IMG_6946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392852271974330930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCkZ0wMjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/uWPhSVj89Bk/s320/IMG_6946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins on a Quad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCj_2znSI/AAAAAAAAB74/4dyXFfWDLJ8/s1600-h/IMG_6943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392852265003621666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdCj_2znSI/AAAAAAAAB74/4dyXFfWDLJ8/s320/IMG_6943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memories made.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-9056272257369737607?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9056272257369737607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=9056272257369737607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9056272257369737607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9056272257369737607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-2009.html' title='Hunting 2009'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/StdD_-GnfOI/AAAAAAAAB84/ySIC7nPL_xI/s72-c/IMG_6882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4311074514182481792</id><published>2009-09-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:04:00.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>In which I share my heart</title><content type='html'>I started this blog nearly 4 years ago. At that point in my life I had a newborn, a 4.5 year old, and a 2.5 year old. I was an at home mommy and blogging for my family and reading other blogs served as mommy time for me. My blog has given me an outlet for all my tales and the things I was experiencing in my days with little ones. I linked up with other mommy bloggers and developed cyber support and relationships. I felt connected to the outside world during those long days at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have two boys in school for 6 hours a day and an almost 4 year old, who is becoming more and more independent as the days go by. We have homework, practices, and/or church most weeknights. Our weekends are full of activity, work, and play as a family. In just a few short years my "season" of mommy hood has changed. I haven't changed my own child's diaper in over a year. And I find myself blogging a little less, and perhaps about different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value the blog and the outlet it gives me. I love peeking in on the lives of everyone on my google reader, and still find lot of support here. I love that my family members and friends who live hours away can peak into our lives and get a glimpse at what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;But, as evidenced my my last couple posts, I think I'll be blogging a bit less these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure I've said before, I don't do change very well. Fall is here, my babies are growing up right before my eyes, and my days feel relatively quiet with just me and my side-kick, Anna. I feel it coming, but in some ways I am resistant. Some mommies dream of the days all their babies are in school. I admit it, I dream of having another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to give advice, but I have to say: If you are a mommy like I was 4 years ago, live in the moment. Cherish those loud, busy, never ending days at home. Keep on keeping on. Read your kiddos a book, or twenty. Be silly and spontaneous. Take advantage of every impressionable moment. I am hopeful that I did that most days. But I know it never hurts to be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am faithful that this new season in mommy hood will be every bit as enjoyable as the last. I do get excited when I look in Will's 8 year old face and can see both a glimpse of the baby he was, and the young man he is becoming. It's an exciting thing. But still, my heart seems to catch in my throat when I write about it. So I cling to this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being confident of this, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that he who began a good work &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will carry it on to completion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until the day of Christ Jesus. ~Phil 1:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There ARE a couple things I don't miss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SsJkCnMYvuI/AAAAAAAAB7w/URPRUmSRo8M/s1600-h/01500042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386978100331986658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SsJkCnMYvuI/AAAAAAAAB7w/URPRUmSRo8M/s320/01500042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....boy, these were sure fun days, though! (She said 5 years later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SsJkCJlXGbI/AAAAAAAAB7o/X-aeQhkYvDo/s1600-h/01500001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386978092383672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SsJkCJlXGbI/AAAAAAAAB7o/X-aeQhkYvDo/s320/01500001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~Wyatt fall 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4311074514182481792?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4311074514182481792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4311074514182481792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4311074514182481792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4311074514182481792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-which-i-share-my-heart.html' title='In which I share my heart'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SsJkCnMYvuI/AAAAAAAAB7w/URPRUmSRo8M/s72-c/01500042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-904449726367665056</id><published>2009-09-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:28:03.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>I am not a runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;....but I ran my first race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sre1apXcV2I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4FIfWFt5A7o/s1600-h/IMG_6771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383971348930123618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sre1apXcV2I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4FIfWFt5A7o/s320/IMG_6771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finished, I ran (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sloooow&lt;/span&gt; jogged) the whole way, and despite a terrible side ache, had a blast.  I think it took me about 35 minutes or so, but silly me didn't notice the huge stop clock ticking at the finish line til after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; and got some water, so I can't be sure.  I want to do it again....perhaps a 10K....anybody want to do it with me?  If not, I'll have to talk Craig into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/21463828-904449726367665056?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/904449726367665056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=904449726367665056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/904449726367665056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/904449726367665056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-not-runner.html' title='I am not a runner'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sre1apXcV2I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4FIfWFt5A7o/s72-c/IMG_6771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7611978365591416331</id><published>2009-09-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:22:01.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football and Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLueyyQx0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/SZZs4dyLnag/s1600-h/IMG_6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382626717457237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLueyyQx0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/SZZs4dyLnag/s320/IMG_6762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLuea966wI/AAAAAAAAB7A/sKB6DwO0Fc4/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382626711063685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLuea966wI/AAAAAAAAB7A/sKB6DwO0Fc4/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLud-orruI/AAAAAAAAB64/f8-fsX8HqOI/s1600-h/IMG_6758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382626703458414306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLud-orruI/AAAAAAAAB64/f8-fsX8HqOI/s320/IMG_6758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtzVEGboI/AAAAAAAAB6w/MH7vewGVGzw/s1600-h/IMG_6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625970744618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtzVEGboI/AAAAAAAAB6w/MH7vewGVGzw/s320/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtyqVtclI/AAAAAAAAB6o/7soTIpICqwY/s1600-h/IMG_6756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625959275754066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtyqVtclI/AAAAAAAAB6o/7soTIpICqwY/s320/IMG_6756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtyMpD7jI/AAAAAAAAB6g/AZ7ZygiKSEI/s1600-h/IMG_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625951303855666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLtyMpD7jI/AAAAAAAAB6g/AZ7ZygiKSEI/s320/IMG_6737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so BLESSED to experience BOTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7611978365591416331?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7611978365591416331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7611978365591416331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7611978365591416331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7611978365591416331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-and-ballet.html' title='Football and Ballet'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SrLueyyQx0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/SZZs4dyLnag/s72-c/IMG_6762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-9217680504614681412</id><published>2009-09-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:23:46.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>My baby goes to pre-school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a strange feeling when you go from feeling like your hands are full of kids, to actually have 5 kidless hours a week.....in just a few short years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here we are, my baby in pre-school..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZX8oh4QI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gHCA_1fUeBM/s1600-h/IMG_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381759085167370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZX8oh4QI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gHCA_1fUeBM/s320/IMG_6711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off her long, "Rapunzel" hair for this shot......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZXKPfCFI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0jqnQleiiqw/s1600-h/IMG_6713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381759071640553554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZXKPfCFI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0jqnQleiiqw/s320/IMG_6713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking like a big school girl in this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZWDKQrPI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Q_xYJBDYGl8/s1600-h/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381759052559723762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZWDKQrPI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Q_xYJBDYGl8/s320/IMG_6721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited and ready for the day with dainty bear......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZVfMwNXI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dz8kNyOI2K0/s1600-h/IMG_6733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381759042906502514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZVfMwNXI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dz8kNyOI2K0/s320/IMG_6733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She seemed to love everything about this day.  Said, "by, mom" and plopped down on the carpet.  Had a big smile and hug for me when I came to pick her up.  Told me how she didn't cry cause she knew I was coming back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, she's getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-9217680504614681412?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9217680504614681412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=9217680504614681412' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9217680504614681412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9217680504614681412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-goes-to-pre-school.html' title='My baby goes to pre-school'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sq_ZX8oh4QI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gHCA_1fUeBM/s72-c/IMG_6711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8855611747064394072</id><published>2009-09-08T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:17:44.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Another first day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling pretty prepared for the boys' first day of school. I was about to fix dinner and wrap up the evening when a migraine struck. I took my prescription and headed to bed. "Can you please keep the kids quiet for a little while?", I asked Craig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been struggling with migraine headaches ever since high school, and although it is a pretty minor issue God has taught me so much through my little struggle. Every time I get one, I always find myself in a conversation with God. Asking Him questions like, "why me?", "why now?" and, "why haven't you healed me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet always, He seems to speak to me in my time of suffering, when my head feels like it's going to explode, and I wish for a hammer to crack it open. As I'm puking and shaking because the pain is just to much to take. &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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've got you though it before, trust me to get you through this one. Have I ever given you reason to doubt Me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did get me through it, and my family blessed me so much last night. Craig fixed dinner. The kids came to check on me, gave me kisses on my forehead and said they would pray for my headache to go away. Right before their bedtime Craig came in to see if I could get up for a minute. Out in the living room were three lit candles each representing our kids. Craig shared about how the candles represented them and how they were to be light in a dark place. He read some scriptures. Then we took communion as a family. We have never done that before (besides at church) and as Craig prayed over the bread (ritz crackers) and juice (kool-aid), the tears rolled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt complete peace, despite my pounding head and I knew God was holding me. What would normally be a hugely stressful day for me, was fun and joyful. Recently I heard a pastor share about fear. His statement was "Fear is the absence of Faith". That really struck a chord with me, so lately when I feel fear rising up in me, over my kids, myself, my future, I try to speak blessings of faith over what I am fearing.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus said to his disciples, "My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth." ~John 17:15-17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our school year is off....and I will keep praying these blessing of faith over my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcHEC51Z_I/AAAAAAAAB54/Efv24WXioDo/s1600-h/IMG_6679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379276045997664242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcHEC51Z_I/AAAAAAAAB54/Efv24WXioDo/s320/IMG_6679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot take credit for the notes on their cereal bowls. I copied that idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGxtPHB7I/AAAAAAAAB5w/0p0N2a18wGw/s1600-h/IMG_6687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379275730943674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGxtPHB7I/AAAAAAAAB5w/0p0N2a18wGw/s320/IMG_6687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGxOb6ELI/AAAAAAAAB5o/a8n3Tz4gKm4/s1600-h/IMG_6689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379275722675851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGxOb6ELI/AAAAAAAAB5o/a8n3Tz4gKm4/s320/IMG_6689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGwisMDWI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oxrxyL08yjA/s1600-h/IMG_6691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379275710932979042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGwisMDWI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oxrxyL08yjA/s320/IMG_6691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGwHQJp0I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/7CZ3c6KBRW0/s1600-h/IMG_6694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379275703567624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcGwHQJp0I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/7CZ3c6KBRW0/s320/IMG_6694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF8tB2v7I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/j-o8YhNq2nc/s1600-h/IMG_6697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379274820355014578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF8tB2v7I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/j-o8YhNq2nc/s320/IMG_6697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are close enough to walk to school....who does that, these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF7wVGOaI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Kh8tRbCqDgY/s1600-h/IMG_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379274804061157794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF7wVGOaI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Kh8tRbCqDgY/s320/IMG_6700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt getting settled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF7Wmc35I/AAAAAAAAB5A/f2ZMXCYFE5w/s1600-h/IMG_6702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379274797154623378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF7Wmc35I/AAAAAAAAB5A/f2ZMXCYFE5w/s320/IMG_6702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will finding his seat...he's like, "okay mom, hurry up and take the picture..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF61n56jI/AAAAAAAAB44/Efd3lSz0WB8/s1600-h/IMG_6703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379274788302350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcF61n56jI/AAAAAAAAB44/Efd3lSz0WB8/s320/IMG_6703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you guess what Anna and I did before brothers got home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8855611747064394072?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8855611747064394072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8855611747064394072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8855611747064394072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8855611747064394072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-first-day.html' title='Another first day....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqcHEC51Z_I/AAAAAAAAB54/Efv24WXioDo/s72-c/IMG_6679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3102272933153659312</id><published>2009-09-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:27:32.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A picture of hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had 4 or 5 sunflowers pop up out of nowhere, I assume from the bird scattering bird seed around various spots in our yard.  This morning on my run I noticed this one had bloomed, and it spoke to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a picture of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqV5NcVfVNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/9hSu4ZARzXU/s1600-h/IMG_6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378838601815512274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqV5NcVfVNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/9hSu4ZARzXU/s320/IMG_6673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A sunflower growing out of a dirty, paved, parking curb, right where Craig parks his truck.  And yet, if it can thrive in such an unideal location, I am encouraged that I can do the same in my day to day life, no matter what the circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look....it even got a great water supply today!&lt;br /&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/21463828-3102272933153659312?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3102272933153659312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3102272933153659312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3102272933153659312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3102272933153659312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-of-hope.html' title='A picture of hope...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqV5NcVfVNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/9hSu4ZARzXU/s72-c/IMG_6673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7609328956166626534</id><published>2009-09-04T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:01:10.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>New do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all your wonderful advice ladies.   It is much appreciated.  Here is my new do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqHwRwJeonI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TyPQuNlkCls/s1600-h/IMG_6666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377843617830183538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqHwRwJeonI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TyPQuNlkCls/s320/IMG_6666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7609328956166626534?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7609328956166626534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7609328956166626534' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7609328956166626534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7609328956166626534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-do.html' title='New do'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqHwRwJeonI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TyPQuNlkCls/s72-c/IMG_6666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7602197952223375674</id><published>2009-09-01T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:49:58.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Opinions, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the risk of sounding like my mom, who is always fussing over her hair, I'm going to post about the same topic because I need some feedback.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This friday I am getting my hair cut.  I'm not sure what to do.  My "goal" was to grow it out long, but whenever it reaches this point I always get frustrated with it and cut it off.  I have a lot of hair, but it is fine in texture and tends to look stringy when it gets too long.  Maybe after 32 years I will have to resign to the fact that I am not a long hair kind of girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my hair right after I finished doing it.  Currently I am using one of those curling irons that blows out hot hair to give it some body when it is nearly dry.  I used to use hot rollers but they broke.  It looks this way for approximately 40 minutes, then falls flat.  99% of the time it ends up in a ponytail before &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sp1bQLXHm4I/AAAAAAAAB34/fvcZU5CiT4Y/s1600-h/IMG_6640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376553863636032386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sp1bQLXHm4I/AAAAAAAAB34/fvcZU5CiT4Y/s320/IMG_6640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next issue is bangs.  My bangs now reach my nose and I can't decide weather I want to cut them again or not.  I have lots of options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut bangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just get everything trimmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get a few inches cut off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get more layers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't get layers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or a combination of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sp1bPkTJ-6I/AAAAAAAAB3w/Da2RALBTkwk/s1600-h/IMG_6649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376553853150428066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sp1bPkTJ-6I/AAAAAAAAB3w/Da2RALBTkwk/s320/IMG_6649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, color.  You probably couldn't tell, but I am not a natural blonde.  Sometimes I get all highlights and sometimes I have low lights put in as well to balance out the color in the ends.  The last time I got all highlights since it was the beginning of summer.  Too fake?  Should I put in low lights this time?&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, I need opinions. &lt;br /&gt;I know, shallowest post ever.&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/21463828-7602197952223375674?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7602197952223375674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7602197952223375674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7602197952223375674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7602197952223375674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/opinions-please.html' title='Opinions, please!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sp1bQLXHm4I/AAAAAAAAB34/fvcZU5CiT4Y/s72-c/IMG_6640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2568145556666380893</id><published>2009-08-30T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:17:07.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fresh Produce, Home Projects &amp;Taking a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These past two weeks my life has been threatened to be overcome by a multitude of fresh produce.  I, however, have not been easily subdued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr21nuse4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/FmVcsWFjDmQ/s1600-h/IMG_6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880506278443906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr21nuse4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/FmVcsWFjDmQ/s320/IMG_6576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All that fresh produce has led to things such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2008xyFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/nKVI5suMc5I/s1600-h/IMG_6580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880492647303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2008xyFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/nKVI5suMc5I/s320/IMG_6580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As well as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2YyvRonI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GLnNb60hpbs/s1600-h/IMG_6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880011017462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2YyvRonI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/GLnNb60hpbs/s320/IMG_6581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craig has spend his last two weeks working on projects around the house like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painting our bathroom a new shade of green (and I finally framed the photos Jessie took last summer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2YUGf0YI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Lju2V0Uezbw/s1600-h/IMG_6578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880002793361794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2YUGf0YI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Lju2V0Uezbw/s320/IMG_6578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tearing down our old metal patio cover and bulding this new white, light, and beautiful one with his own two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2W6ogqaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/DRCCeE-p-_U/s1600-h/IMG_6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375879978776832418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2W6ogqaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/DRCCeE-p-_U/s320/IMG_6584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And (not pictured) taking EVERYTHING out of our shop/ laundry room, painting the whole area, including the cabinets, building new shelving, and finally, re-organizing everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Saturday we took a break from our projects and hit the beach with one of our favorite families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun making time for things like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2Vwbcl8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/Hk2d1gMxO2E/s1600-h/IMG_6596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375879958857816002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr2Vwbcl8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/Hk2d1gMxO2E/s320/IMG_6596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1SNqg3oI/AAAAAAAAB24/MArVCbhN4gE/s1600-h/IMG_6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375878798474534530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1SNqg3oI/AAAAAAAAB24/MArVCbhN4gE/s320/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1RrinzPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/06QvdHBt3ao/s1600-h/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375878789314628850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1RrinzPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/06QvdHBt3ao/s320/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then coming home for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1RP7Df3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/zpIaAfguwUY/s1600-h/IMG_6609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375878781900914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1RP7Df3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/zpIaAfguwUY/s320/IMG_6609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And all this, cuteness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1Qs8I5DI/AAAAAAAAB2g/F9PUCd6eyik/s1600-h/IMG_6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375878772510221362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr1Qs8I5DI/AAAAAAAAB2g/F9PUCd6eyik/s320/IMG_6610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little bit of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0TMAnO-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/FKq3ES0LuYM/s1600-h/IMG_6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375877715698596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0TMAnO-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/FKq3ES0LuYM/s320/IMG_6611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And (what else???) more of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0ShQpImI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/zRZYP_r-F2U/s1600-h/IMG_6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375877704223105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0ShQpImI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/zRZYP_r-F2U/s320/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, after a much needed break, I'm now planning on tackling this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0SCYyi5I/AAAAAAAAB2I/8B5Jpbrddg0/s1600-h/IMG_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375877695935777682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0SCYyi5I/AAAAAAAAB2I/8B5Jpbrddg0/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0Ro8hqNI/AAAAAAAAB2A/HmA7WCkBBrQ/s1600-h/IMG_6632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375877689106344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr0Ro8hqNI/AAAAAAAAB2A/HmA7WCkBBrQ/s320/IMG_6632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-2568145556666380893?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2568145556666380893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2568145556666380893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2568145556666380893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2568145556666380893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-produce-home-projects-break.html' title='Fresh Produce, Home Projects &amp;Taking a Break'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Spr21nuse4I/AAAAAAAAB3o/FmVcsWFjDmQ/s72-c/IMG_6576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7498998249106329471</id><published>2009-08-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:20:15.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Our Favorite Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't go to Grants Pass in August without a river day at our favorite "secret" spot.  I think the first time we went (and I have pictures to prove it) was when Wyatt was about 4 months old, which would be 6 years ago!  We have kept up the tradition every year.  Being on the river is so beautiful and it always amazes me how peaceful and calm the world feels here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8af8_KsaI/AAAAAAAAB14/fUyKFl2Gmh4/s1600-h/IMG_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372542016725627298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8af8_KsaI/AAAAAAAAB14/fUyKFl2Gmh4/s320/IMG_6527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cutie!  I love the reflections in his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8afUuXCkI/AAAAAAAAB1w/W2kFMwoIwVk/s1600-h/IMG_6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372542005917715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8afUuXCkI/AAAAAAAAB1w/W2kFMwoIwVk/s320/IMG_6522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8ZvGjvwlI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QrW6niKJ2uo/s1600-h/IMG_6520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541177481380434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8ZvGjvwlI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QrW6niKJ2uo/s320/IMG_6520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting geared up for some rock jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Zud1x0HI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Yai-WPMLaXQ/s1600-h/IMG_6528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541166551158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Zud1x0HI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Yai-WPMLaXQ/s320/IMG_6528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will in the water after a jump to Papa.  I love this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Zt3fqsaI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/_M-zoQ4q6QQ/s1600-h/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541156257870242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Zt3fqsaI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/_M-zoQ4q6QQ/s320/IMG_6531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt was brave enough to jump this year!  He and Will jumped together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XudBp20I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/IesiD2ZiDoU/s1600-h/IMG_6536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538967309278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XudBp20I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/IesiD2ZiDoU/s320/IMG_6536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt, our photographer, snapped this one of the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XtmvR9LI/AAAAAAAAB1I/VuuT_prT7L0/s1600-h/IMG_6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538952736699570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XtmvR9LI/AAAAAAAAB1I/VuuT_prT7L0/s320/IMG_6544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my boys, I sat in this spot for awhile and marveled and God's beautiful creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Xs0AJJVI/AAAAAAAAB1A/p0l2W5iA9zY/s1600-h/IMG_6565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538939117217106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8Xs0AJJVI/AAAAAAAAB1A/p0l2W5iA9zY/s320/IMG_6565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we'd had enough sun and water for one day we headed home, and stopped off for pizza.  It was a yummy way to end a perfect day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, our chickens are getting quite good at doing what they do best.  While we were away they layed 7 eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XsKZEsjI/AAAAAAAAB04/Kp-h9k7wXXA/s1600-h/IMG_6569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538927947493938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8XsKZEsjI/AAAAAAAAB04/Kp-h9k7wXXA/s320/IMG_6569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7498998249106329471?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7498998249106329471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7498998249106329471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7498998249106329471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7498998249106329471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-favorite-spot.html' title='Our Favorite Spot'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/So8af8_KsaI/AAAAAAAAB14/fUyKFl2Gmh4/s72-c/IMG_6527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7830156830434369925</id><published>2009-08-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:59:58.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A few things we love about Ama &amp; Papa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week was spent in Grants Pass at Craig's parents house.  Craig helped his mom paint the exterior of their home and it turned out so beautiful!  The kids and I got a chance to do a little exploring, relax, and just play!  Here are a few things we love about Ama &amp;amp; Papa's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swimming in the hot tub....the kids got in nearly every evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomzdkycMaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/E0HTj9Iiokk/s1600-h/IMG_6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021351288844706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomzdkycMaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/E0HTj9Iiokk/s320/IMG_6487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing on the swings and feeling like a little kid again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Somzc9_Ky1I/AAAAAAAAB0o/A0dUVpoqVjQ/s1600-h/IMG_6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021340873247570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Somzc9_Ky1I/AAAAAAAAB0o/A0dUVpoqVjQ/s320/IMG_6468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotting this pretty mama and her babies in the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomzcaY6IrI/AAAAAAAAB0g/XNCmoJmEIAg/s1600-h/IMG_6444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021331317531314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomzcaY6IrI/AAAAAAAAB0g/XNCmoJmEIAg/s320/IMG_6444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing barefoot in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyztCRUOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/waH5AhcHpCY/s1600-h/IMG_6434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371020631948218594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyztCRUOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/waH5AhcHpCY/s320/IMG_6434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging on swings some more, this one's a cute little antique swing, just Anna's size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyzGLtLPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/RrMW9P3L0Y0/s1600-h/IMG_6392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371020621518810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyzGLtLPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/RrMW9P3L0Y0/s320/IMG_6392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyysuRYrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/tGt0SoV1W1A/s1600-h/IMG_6388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371020614684467890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomyysuRYrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/tGt0SoV1W1A/s320/IMG_6388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy meals fixed by Ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending quality time with those we love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next: The Illinois River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7830156830434369925?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7830156830434369925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7830156830434369925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7830156830434369925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7830156830434369925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-things-we-love-about-ama-papas.html' title='A few things we love about Ama &amp; Papa&apos;s'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SomzdkycMaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/E0HTj9Iiokk/s72-c/IMG_6487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2783117227696606937</id><published>2009-08-06T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:34:50.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Egg #2</title><content type='html'>Egg #2 just arrived this morning.  As I was sitting at my computer this morning I heard quite the ruckus coming from the hen house.  They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squawking&lt;/span&gt; like I'd never heard before.   I headed out and saw two of the hens down below, but April, our Rhode Island Red was up in the nesting boxes.  I waited for her to come down.  Then I peeked in, and low and behold, egg #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked a little funky and it was way in back, so I was kinda scared to reach in a grab it.  (Maybe I'm not as "farm girl" as I thought).   "Gloves" I thought!  I ran to get my garden gloves and then very bravely reached my hand back and grabbed it.  Sure enough, it was a mushy shell egg.  It actually made me gag a little, but I kept praising April, saying things like, "Good girl!  Did YOU lay that egg?  I am so proud of you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even posting a picture of this one.  We will continue to wait for a taste of egg #3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2783117227696606937?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2783117227696606937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2783117227696606937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2783117227696606937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2783117227696606937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/egg-2.html' title='Egg #2'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-9176830349907747474</id><published>2009-08-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:14:25.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Egg-citing news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chickens&lt;/span&gt; are now 4 months old and we had read they would start laying their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; eggs at about 5-6 months.  Still, I had been peeking in their nesting boxes every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fews&lt;/span&gt; days, and was so excited to find our very first egg on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was small, but perfect and brown with a nice looking yolk and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SndC9e7maOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/89H6vlqMkXg/s1600-h/IMG_6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365831105077733602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SndC9e7maOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/89H6vlqMkXg/s320/IMG_6278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SndC9B1VUhI/AAAAAAAABz4/5hdnuP1cZUU/s1600-h/IMG_6273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365831097266819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SndC9B1VUhI/AAAAAAAABz4/5hdnuP1cZUU/s320/IMG_6273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I saw it crack as it fell from the refrigerator later that day.  We are still waiting to sample egg #2 when it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-9176830349907747474?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9176830349907747474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=9176830349907747474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9176830349907747474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9176830349907747474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/egg-citing-news.html' title='Egg-citing news'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SndC9e7maOI/AAAAAAAAB0A/89H6vlqMkXg/s72-c/IMG_6278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4220195109932697132</id><published>2009-07-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:19:03.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a month ago Craig was honored to be the best man in a good friends wedding.  Although Anna wasn't REALLY the flower girl, it was only the second wedding she'd been to, and she had a good time getting all prettied up for the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even went outside and picked flowers for me to put in her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sm9ohaEDDUI/AAAAAAAABzw/Kfiee-Q_ST4/s1600-h/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363620604362820930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sm9ohaEDDUI/AAAAAAAABzw/Kfiee-Q_ST4/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was completely captivated by the "princesses" aka bridesmaids, and of course the bride herself.  She could hardly leave the bride alone during the reception.  She was very much in her element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sm9og3a9p_I/AAAAAAAABzo/WmbPw018RNg/s1600-h/IMG_5896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363620595063695346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sm9og3a9p_I/AAAAAAAABzo/WmbPw018RNg/s320/IMG_5896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our handsome daddy with his little "flower girl".  And, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; to need a real flower girl, I'm sure Anna would be more than willing to play the part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4220195109932697132?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4220195109932697132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4220195109932697132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4220195109932697132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4220195109932697132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/flower-girl.html' title='Flower Girl'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sm9ohaEDDUI/AAAAAAAABzw/Kfiee-Q_ST4/s72-c/IMG_5894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4603827601484364477</id><published>2009-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:56:36.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Moose Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like peanut butter and apples?  We do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time you have the hankering for some, try jazzing them up a bit and turning them into "Moose Lips".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  Cut an apple into wedges and smear a big glob of pb on one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  Press another apple wedge on top and decorate with raisins, mini-marsh mellows or even chocolate chips (as the "teeth), I used golden raisins for the ones below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.  Present them to your children and watch them gobble up this healthy and filling snack (after they pretend like they are their own lips!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmzPENJ2FbI/AAAAAAAABzg/CGn4D3WgxUA/s1600-h/IMG_5921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888927448798642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmzPENJ2FbI/AAAAAAAABzg/CGn4D3WgxUA/s320/IMG_5921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmzPD2626mI/AAAAAAAABzY/qChsGCOLGmk/s1600-h/IMG_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888921480358498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmzPD2626mI/AAAAAAAABzY/qChsGCOLGmk/s320/IMG_5919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4603827601484364477?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4603827601484364477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4603827601484364477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4603827601484364477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4603827601484364477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/moose-lips.html' title='Moose Lips'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmzPENJ2FbI/AAAAAAAABzg/CGn4D3WgxUA/s72-c/IMG_5921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5773146704784895079</id><published>2009-07-22T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:16:36.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmctIZ1vmBI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BhOj1qOZGL8/s1600-h/IMG_6180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303503806371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmctIZ1vmBI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BhOj1qOZGL8/s320/IMG_6180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5773146704784895079?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5773146704784895079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5773146704784895079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5773146704784895079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5773146704784895079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday-butterfly.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Butterfly'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmctIZ1vmBI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BhOj1qOZGL8/s72-c/IMG_6180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-823798082807565559</id><published>2009-07-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:40:03.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday I look at these brothers and think, "They couldn't be more different"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS46vYSi9I/AAAAAAAABzI/Wzyftz0QoIw/s1600-h/IMG_6190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360612775768001490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS46vYSi9I/AAAAAAAABzI/Wzyftz0QoIw/s320/IMG_6190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One's silly, the other's more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS46WImGmI/AAAAAAAABzA/9iIinSJ1Iuk/s1600-h/IMG_5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360612768991287906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS46WImGmI/AAAAAAAABzA/9iIinSJ1Iuk/s320/IMG_5951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One loves rules, the other's always testing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2hJJWkBI/AAAAAAAABy4/5_wOp62X4LM/s1600-h/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360610136984817682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2hJJWkBI/AAAAAAAABy4/5_wOp62X4LM/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One's a leader, the other is watching his every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2g5fFl1I/AAAAAAAAByw/g5bOB_StwZI/s1600-h/IMG_5848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360610132781012818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2g5fFl1I/AAAAAAAAByw/g5bOB_StwZI/s320/IMG_5848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One is more emotional, the other helps to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2gvpoXFI/AAAAAAAAByo/2s_1PlLxvrc/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360610130140879954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2gvpoXFI/AAAAAAAAByo/2s_1PlLxvrc/s320/IMG_5845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When one's gone, the other misses him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2gDe88RI/AAAAAAAAByg/Djk9u8r8Ykc/s1600-h/IMG_5844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360610118284931346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS2gDe88RI/AAAAAAAAByg/Djk9u8r8Ykc/s320/IMG_5844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yet, despite their differences, they are the best of friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-823798082807565559?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/823798082807565559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=823798082807565559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/823798082807565559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/823798082807565559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmS46vYSi9I/AAAAAAAABzI/Wzyftz0QoIw/s72-c/IMG_6190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8762611694506519035</id><published>2009-07-17T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:23:26.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Makin' the coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most mornings I wake up to these two....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmDqY_oo-GI/AAAAAAAAByY/sFGpahHmIRY/s1600-h/IMG_6266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541271690541154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmDqY_oo-GI/AAAAAAAAByY/sFGpahHmIRY/s320/IMG_6266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makin' the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmDqYlTowaI/AAAAAAAAByQ/JK6Hn2GtB6M/s1600-h/IMG_6267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541264623124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmDqYlTowaI/AAAAAAAAByQ/JK6Hn2GtB6M/s320/IMG_6267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna is often our earliest bird.  During the school year Craig let her help him make the coffee one morning.  Now, it has become a routine, in her mind.  Every night before bed she reminds daddy about their coffee makin' ritual.  It's a special, sweet little tradition between the two of them, that just warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my coffee cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8762611694506519035?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8762611694506519035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8762611694506519035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8762611694506519035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8762611694506519035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/makin-coffee.html' title='Makin&apos; the coffee'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SmDqY_oo-GI/AAAAAAAAByY/sFGpahHmIRY/s72-c/IMG_6266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5950625055066281240</id><published>2009-07-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:02:09.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun summer activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Summer Activity #5: Swim, swim, and swim some more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 1: sign your kids up for two weeks of swimming lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 2: get invited to house-sit for friends with a pool for 10 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 3: watch your kiddos fall asleep everyday as soon as their heads hit the pillows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlurgYxPKuI/AAAAAAAAByI/JlfCIy-M3w0/s1600-h/IMG_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358064754580466402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlurgYxPKuI/AAAAAAAAByI/JlfCIy-M3w0/s320/IMG_6252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell, we've been doing some swimmin'.  Lots and lots of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slurf4iNPHI/AAAAAAAAByA/HE1aeGV5X-0/s1600-h/IMG_6129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358064745927490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slurf4iNPHI/AAAAAAAAByA/HE1aeGV5X-0/s320/IMG_6129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some sitting on the side with feet in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slurfj0nhrI/AAAAAAAABx4/hmnqOKRcmU4/s1600-h/IMG_6145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358064740367566514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slurfj0nhrI/AAAAAAAABx4/hmnqOKRcmU4/s320/IMG_6145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlurfKPxPzI/AAAAAAAABxw/YtEQwyBqVpU/s1600-h/IMG_6148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358064733502127922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlurfKPxPzI/AAAAAAAABxw/YtEQwyBqVpU/s320/IMG_6148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhyTDApI/AAAAAAAABxo/10ZcN0WpJp8/s1600-h/IMG_6234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358063679101403794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhyTDApI/AAAAAAAABxo/10ZcN0WpJp8/s320/IMG_6234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhsCM6HI/AAAAAAAABxg/7VXyYx8_0Mo/s1600-h/IMG_6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358063677420136562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhsCM6HI/AAAAAAAABxg/7VXyYx8_0Mo/s320/IMG_6227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhLIQUBI/AAAAAAAABxY/Ri8ZNklYsgI/s1600-h/IMG_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358063668587155474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SluqhLIQUBI/AAAAAAAABxY/Ri8ZNklYsgI/s320/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making up tons of jumps, including the turn-around, the star, and the shredder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sluqg5Ate5I/AAAAAAAABxQ/pkWEZKpW9lg/s1600-h/IMG_6199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358063663723674514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sluqg5Ate5I/AAAAAAAABxQ/pkWEZKpW9lg/s320/IMG_6199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going off the diving board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlupeHT1lTI/AAAAAAAABxI/s8Jg-EbDdpI/s1600-h/IMG_6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358062516510758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlupeHT1lTI/AAAAAAAABxI/s8Jg-EbDdpI/s320/IMG_6237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slupdg6zXSI/AAAAAAAABxA/7la7uBgiFmY/s1600-h/IMG_6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358062506205207842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slupdg6zXSI/AAAAAAAABxA/7la7uBgiFmY/s320/IMG_6239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and turning into little fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlupdQSMnvI/AAAAAAAABw4/wydClZee6dk/s1600-h/IMG_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358062501739929330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlupdQSMnvI/AAAAAAAABw4/wydClZee6dk/s320/IMG_6248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really going to miss that pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5950625055066281240?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5950625055066281240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5950625055066281240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5950625055066281240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5950625055066281240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-summer-activity-5-swim-swim-and.html' title='Fun Summer Activity #5: Swim, swim, and swim some more'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlurgYxPKuI/AAAAAAAAByI/JlfCIy-M3w0/s72-c/IMG_6252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-737204065641268788</id><published>2009-07-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:46:37.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>The 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few late picture of our fun-filled 4th of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a BBQ with the "Button" clan, and home made ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqTn5lWcI/AAAAAAAABwo/g3HMRg94Rgw/s1600-h/IMG_6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656060908526018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqTn5lWcI/AAAAAAAABwo/g3HMRg94Rgw/s320/IMG_6045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only way to get a picture like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqTG7s0jI/AAAAAAAABwg/nQZb_lrQpBI/s1600-h/IMG_6062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656052059034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqTG7s0jI/AAAAAAAABwg/nQZb_lrQpBI/s320/IMG_6062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Is to promise them one like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqS3v6RfI/AAAAAAAABwY/Zq1C8eu9XtQ/s1600-h/IMG_6063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656047983052274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqS3v6RfI/AAAAAAAABwY/Zq1C8eu9XtQ/s320/IMG_6063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt's newest crazy face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlandMo1nII/AAAAAAAABwQ/7-_myJ7GLt0/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652926854339714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlandMo1nII/AAAAAAAABwQ/7-_myJ7GLt0/s320/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serving up the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slanc7ntvxI/AAAAAAAABwI/dqVUxoyMhVo/s1600-h/IMG_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652922286227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slanc7ntvxI/AAAAAAAABwI/dqVUxoyMhVo/s320/IMG_6068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and cousin Hunter enjoying a tasty treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slanb4rwmAI/AAAAAAAABwA/u9jC6wIcrpw/s1600-h/IMG_6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356652904318015490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Slanb4rwmAI/AAAAAAAABwA/u9jC6wIcrpw/s320/IMG_6073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21463828-737204065641268788?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/737204065641268788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=737204065641268788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/737204065641268788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/737204065641268788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html' title='The 4th'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlaqTn5lWcI/AAAAAAAABwo/g3HMRg94Rgw/s72-c/IMG_6045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2873544753128305374</id><published>2009-07-06T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:00:17.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How I know it's summer</title><content type='html'>I am not a person who does "change" very well.  I like advance warning and time to adjust.  So, as much as I anticipate the summer months, it seem like it always take me 'til about the 4th of July to settle down into the summer "routine" (if it can be called that!)  Last night I realized I am definitely settled into summer and I wrote down some reasons why I know this to be true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My daughter fell asleep in her wet swimming suit on the carpet at 7pm, and didn't even stir when I carried her to bed and changed her into her jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I had to wake the kids up at 8:30 this morning to be at church by 9:00 (WHEN does THAT, EVER happen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a vase of freshly picked sweet peas on my bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We have fresh raspberries on cheerios or yogurt in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Sometimes it takes me several seconds to figure out what day of the week it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  This morning I was awakened by chirping birds and fresh morning air breezing though our french doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My boys are getting more and more freckles (so am I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My toenails are painted bright red (so are Anna's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I took the down comforter off our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Applying sunscreen is now a part of our daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What things just say "SUMMER" to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2873544753128305374?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2873544753128305374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2873544753128305374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2873544753128305374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2873544753128305374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-i-know-its-summer.html' title='How I know it&apos;s summer'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4300359303928766080</id><published>2009-07-05T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:13:51.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fort Stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been busy and on the go lately, and here is a bit of what we've been up to.  We spent some more time camping with some of our good friends at Fort Stevens.  We had LOTS of fun, and LOTS of pictures to follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three at Fort Clatsop, dressed in Lewis and Clark garb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFoZRgWFzI/AAAAAAAABv4/6WzEeyAYwNk/s1600-h/IMG_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355176215325316914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFoZRgWFzI/AAAAAAAABv4/6WzEeyAYwNk/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 of the 6 kiddos peering off the dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFoY2bjXEI/AAAAAAAABvw/rI2eOPlUSaw/s1600-h/IMG_5947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355176208057457730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFoY2bjXEI/AAAAAAAABvw/rI2eOPlUSaw/s320/IMG_5947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; W &amp;amp; W getting ready to climb the Astoria Column&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJ8I3DSI/AAAAAAAABvo/B8grUGLh6u0/s1600-h/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355173752868375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJ8I3DSI/AAAAAAAABvo/B8grUGLh6u0/s320/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the top!  Made me dizzy, but was worth the gorgeous view.  The kids each had a glider to send down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJVXxHQI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ljv3Wjv0lfI/s1600-h/IMG_5955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355173742461918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJVXxHQI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ljv3Wjv0lfI/s320/IMG_5955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJE1J8EI/AAAAAAAABvY/Y3As3Djg-EI/s1600-h/IMG_5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355173738021777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmJE1J8EI/AAAAAAAABvY/Y3As3Djg-EI/s320/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding beachy treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmITeG_3I/AAAAAAAABvQ/FhoBJnMeDFI/s1600-h/IMG_5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355173724771778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFmITeG_3I/AAAAAAAABvQ/FhoBJnMeDFI/s320/IMG_5989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drake and Anna chasing seagulls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlItxIsGI/AAAAAAAABvI/YMdVzmnxQX8/s1600-h/IMG_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172632319275106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlItxIsGI/AAAAAAAABvI/YMdVzmnxQX8/s320/IMG_5991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The daddy's helping built the ultimate sand castle (while mommy's sat on beach chairs and relaxed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlIcmzp7I/AAAAAAAABvA/mcbBV96LM7s/s1600-h/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172627712550834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlIcmzp7I/AAAAAAAABvA/mcbBV96LM7s/s320/IMG_6006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sippin' a capri sun in Front of the Pirate ship (Peter Iredale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlIL-1T5I/AAAAAAAABu4/PhyzVUQQYco/s1600-h/IMG_6014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172623249919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlIL-1T5I/AAAAAAAABu4/PhyzVUQQYco/s320/IMG_6014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exploring Battery Russel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlHpQo7fI/AAAAAAAABuw/cIQtpKsecOw/s1600-h/IMG_6026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172613929364978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFlHpQo7fI/AAAAAAAABuw/cIQtpKsecOw/s320/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not Pictured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S'mores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids playing the in sand in our campsite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numerous bike rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night talks around the fire after the kiddos were asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy breakfasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogs being pulled in baby bike buggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fishing at Coffenbury Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; countless other memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for a GREAT trip, Williamson's!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4300359303928766080?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4300359303928766080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4300359303928766080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4300359303928766080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4300359303928766080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/fort-stevens.html' title='Fort Stevens'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SlFoZRgWFzI/AAAAAAAABv4/6WzEeyAYwNk/s72-c/IMG_5938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8173115184832297135</id><published>2009-06-24T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:00:41.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun summer activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Summer Activity #4: Beach Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along with clam digging, bike rides, and eating scones around the campfire, not much beats the beauty of the coast. My parents camped next to us and we had a blast. It was over way too soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the gang in Cannon Beach right after a tasty lunch at Mo's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK7cKXGCiI/AAAAAAAABuo/TDCi2RsWoNI/s1600-h/IMG_5851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351045399761521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK7cKXGCiI/AAAAAAAABuo/TDCi2RsWoNI/s320/IMG_5851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped to play at Hug Point and my mom and I couldn't get over how much this lady looked like her dog. Not a great picture, as I was trying to be discreet. But it still makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK7b-PMYNI/AAAAAAAABug/ObKPO2O7k0g/s1600-h/IMG_5854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351045396507156690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK7b-PMYNI/AAAAAAAABug/ObKPO2O7k0g/s320/IMG_5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt loves those waves, and being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6yolYFoI/AAAAAAAABuY/Y37Eojp6WmQ/s1600-h/IMG_5873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351044686319982210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6yolYFoI/AAAAAAAABuY/Y37Eojp6WmQ/s320/IMG_5873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom has a tradition of making scones on the fire in lieu of s'mores. All you need is a store bought scone mix, these handy sandwich/scone makers, butter, and her incredible raspberry jam, and you get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6yGywwXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Ze7xN24Zi3s/s1600-h/IMG_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351044677249319282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6yGywwXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Ze7xN24Zi3s/s320/IMG_5877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This! Can you say yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6xxBAnkI/AAAAAAAABuI/r0XH1ZtHzFg/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351044671403499074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK6xxBAnkI/AAAAAAAABuI/r0XH1ZtHzFg/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8173115184832297135?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8173115184832297135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8173115184832297135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8173115184832297135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8173115184832297135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-summer-activity-3-beach-camping.html' title='Fun Summer Activity #4: Beach Camping'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SkK7cKXGCiI/AAAAAAAABuo/TDCi2RsWoNI/s72-c/IMG_5851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-375222285368258271</id><published>2009-06-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:08:15.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun summer activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Summer Activity #3: Water Park (and other stuff)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week Craig was working up in Portland for my Aunt, so the kids and I headed up for a night to visit, and on our way home we met up with my sister-in-law and her 3 girls at a park in Wilsonville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had a blast, and despite the clouds it was actually a fairly warm day for playing in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrESU5uG0I/AAAAAAAABuA/qivwd1aNS3M/s1600-h/IMG_5839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348803326583380802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrESU5uG0I/AAAAAAAABuA/qivwd1aNS3M/s320/IMG_5839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrESHF7bwI/AAAAAAAABt4/OMYthLrBML8/s1600-h/IMG_5817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348803322876489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrESHF7bwI/AAAAAAAABt4/OMYthLrBML8/s320/IMG_5817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This water park is lots of fun, and I would recommend it if you are anywhere near the area for a day trip. In fact, we may go again later this summer! You can't miss it if you head East off I-5 in Wilsonville, it's on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrER_CHPaI/AAAAAAAABtw/C3DU0ICCBIU/s1600-h/IMG_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348803320713002402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrER_CHPaI/AAAAAAAABtw/C3DU0ICCBIU/s320/IMG_5814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDPuMV8hI/AAAAAAAABto/aAtYgZgKCnk/s1600-h/IMG_5820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348802182321140242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDPuMV8hI/AAAAAAAABto/aAtYgZgKCnk/s320/IMG_5820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDPMgs_uI/AAAAAAAABtg/WATqZ0C6tK4/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348802173279731426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDPMgs_uI/AAAAAAAABtg/WATqZ0C6tK4/s320/IMG_5809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behind the water area is a park with this amazing slide and lots of sand which my kids could have playing in for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDO3Lu-EI/AAAAAAAABtY/f8sDTY3-vgA/s1600-h/IMG_5803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348802167554635842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrDO3Lu-EI/AAAAAAAABtY/f8sDTY3-vgA/s320/IMG_5803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earlier that morning we stopped in at OMSI. Here is my daughter petting a rat. I can hardly believe she is my own flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAqh1vxTI/AAAAAAAABtQ/j60uv0sQob8/s1600-h/IMG_5794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348799344326722866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAqh1vxTI/AAAAAAAABtQ/j60uv0sQob8/s320/IMG_5794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me assure you, the hairs on my neck were standing as I snapped these pictures. But I did my best to hide my feeling since I am trying not to pass on my fear of mice/rats to my offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAqR28vLI/AAAAAAAABtI/zaa-dpFAB9c/s1600-h/IMG_5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348799340036799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAqR28vLI/AAAAAAAABtI/zaa-dpFAB9c/s320/IMG_5796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMSI is a fun place and the kids always enjoy it. My in laws were so generous to buy us a year round pass for the Gilberthouse in Salem (for Wyatt's b-day this year), which also gets us in free to OMSI all year! Quite the deal, and we don't feel pressured to stay all day (just to get our $$$ worth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrApxw-F-I/AAAAAAAABtA/TMLxiTzWAxI/s1600-h/IMG_5789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348799331421788130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrApxw-F-I/AAAAAAAABtA/TMLxiTzWAxI/s320/IMG_5789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I scored this cute red bench from my aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAo85r_AI/AAAAAAAABs4/w4DG6Bm90pI/s1600-h/IMG_5773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348799317231270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAo85r_AI/AAAAAAAABs4/w4DG6Bm90pI/s320/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the boys had fun climbing the monkey bars in her Portland backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAofnFiDI/AAAAAAAABsw/iSm33rXu_mc/s1600-h/IMG_5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348799309368625202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrAofnFiDI/AAAAAAAABsw/iSm33rXu_mc/s320/IMG_5763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-375222285368258271?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/375222285368258271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=375222285368258271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/375222285368258271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/375222285368258271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-summer-activity-3-water-park-and.html' title='Fun Summer Activity #3: Water Park (and other stuff)'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SjrESU5uG0I/AAAAAAAABuA/qivwd1aNS3M/s72-c/IMG_5839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5428014070468832002</id><published>2009-06-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:31:17.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun summer activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Summer Activity #2: Pickin' Strawberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday a friend and I headed out for a day of strawberry pickin'.  It was nice and cool out and we had a great time.  I ended up with 28 pounds, and will be making jam, and freezing a lot for smoothies and such.  They are so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AkZSA0qI/AAAAAAAABso/RAyuWCxW1-c/s1600-h/DSCF5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703014206329506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AkZSA0qI/AAAAAAAABso/RAyuWCxW1-c/s320/DSCF5133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended up picking at two fields.  This was the first and was pretty sparse and full of thistles that scratched our hands when we picked.  As we got there I instructed the kiddos to only pick, big, ripe berries.  After about 15 minutes of pickin' Will, (my perfectionist child who greatly takes after his father) came back with 2 berries in his bucket.  If you know Will, you know how hilarious I found this.  He would not pick an unripe berry.  He would not pick a dirty berry.  He would not pick a berry by a thistle.  I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AkLraB8I/AAAAAAAABsg/mNxs9UU3t9Y/s1600-h/DSCF5135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703010554742722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AkLraB8I/AAAAAAAABsg/mNxs9UU3t9Y/s320/DSCF5135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he says in frustration, "Mom, if you blog about this be sure to say this is the worst place in the world to pick berries!!"  Granted it was not THE WORST place I have ever picked berries.  But if you are a perfectionist like Will, you might not enjoy it.  He finally let me help him fill his bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_Aj2dWvFI/AAAAAAAABsY/2JLOJbIrQC0/s1600-h/DSCF5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703004858661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_Aj2dWvFI/AAAAAAAABsY/2JLOJbIrQC0/s320/DSCF5137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We quit after 15 pounds, and stopped off at another place we had passed on the way out.  Their berries were .20 more/lb. but worth it.  The rows were about 4x as wide and no weeds.  They also have other varieties for harvest in July, like marion and raspberry. Will enjoyed this place MUCH more.  We may go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AjU3s97I/AAAAAAAABsQ/rzwXhJGd464/s1600-h/DSCF5139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702995842365362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AjU3s97I/AAAAAAAABsQ/rzwXhJGd464/s320/DSCF5139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun (yet tiring) day.  I'm really glad the kids get to experience it.  We will savor those frozen berries and jelly come winter time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5428014070468832002?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5428014070468832002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5428014070468832002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5428014070468832002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5428014070468832002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-summer-activity-2-pickin.html' title='Fun Summer Activity #2: Pickin&apos; Strawberries'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si_AkZSA0qI/AAAAAAAABso/RAyuWCxW1-c/s72-c/DSCF5133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2468360417000041671</id><published>2009-06-08T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:14:04.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Carting the Hens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the kids favorite things to do is chase the hens, catch them, and then carry them around the yard.  Anna is the best at catching them.  She just goes for it, and has no fear.  Today we spent a lot of time outside.  I weeded and the kids carted the hens around.  I even snapped some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wyatt with April...look how big she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NKPqaGKI/AAAAAAAABsI/nCpNOEo2PQA/s1600-h/IMG_5733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153908645435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NKPqaGKI/AAAAAAAABsI/nCpNOEo2PQA/s320/IMG_5733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom saying, "no, don't choke her!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NKD7Eq8I/AAAAAAAABsA/hIEJb3IppvY/s1600-h/IMG_5735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153905494109122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NKD7Eq8I/AAAAAAAABsA/hIEJb3IppvY/s320/IMG_5735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NJivPhjI/AAAAAAAABr4/kqT3eeyZfTs/s1600-h/IMG_5738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153896586118706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NJivPhjI/AAAAAAAABr4/kqT3eeyZfTs/s320/IMG_5738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, sporting a PBJ face and a chicken "baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NJb9IvPI/AAAAAAAABrw/ZLeafD4RRG8/s1600-h/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153894765346034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NJb9IvPI/AAAAAAAABrw/ZLeafD4RRG8/s320/IMG_5742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introductions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drake, meet Sweetie Pie-Lacey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetie Pie, meet Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MWZ4886I/AAAAAAAABro/X0mT2PDK-iM/s1600-h/IMG_5746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153018037597090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MWZ4886I/AAAAAAAABro/X0mT2PDK-iM/s320/IMG_5746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a girl and her hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MWPzm9TI/AAAAAAAABrg/FcAY-wJm4A4/s1600-h/IMG_5749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153015330829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MWPzm9TI/AAAAAAAABrg/FcAY-wJm4A4/s320/IMG_5749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do chicken feet give you the heebie-jeebies?  They do me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MVwLpTQI/AAAAAAAABrY/HbJHW-S6ytc/s1600-h/IMG_5751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153006841711874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MVwLpTQI/AAAAAAAABrY/HbJHW-S6ytc/s320/IMG_5751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such soft feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MVnRkohI/AAAAAAAABrQ/CRa_LmERDUo/s1600-h/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153004450652690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3MVnRkohI/AAAAAAAABrQ/CRa_LmERDUo/s320/IMG_5752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2468360417000041671?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2468360417000041671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2468360417000041671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2468360417000041671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2468360417000041671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/carting-hens.html' title='Carting the Hens'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Si3NKPqaGKI/AAAAAAAABsI/nCpNOEo2PQA/s72-c/IMG_5733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6604406278445965201</id><published>2009-06-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:53:25.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun summer activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Summer Activity #1: Oobleck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week has been a whirlwind of activity and crazy busy at our house.  Today marks our first full day of summer and we are spending it inside since the weather is rainy (awesome thunder and lighting storm last night) and I have a little boy with terrible allergies who was up last night wheezing and having trouble breathing (visit to the doctor later this afternoon).  This morning I am making myself find time to sit down at the computer and blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am posting something we did over the weekend, mostly to keep me accountable for all the fun summer activities I have rolling around in my head to accomplish these next three months.  I will try to post them under "fun summer activities" so you all can see what we're up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So moms, my question is: Does this picture make you cringe??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilXDr00YDI/AAAAAAAABrI/Wb93yTDds7M/s1600-h/IMG_5693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898153667289138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilXDr00YDI/AAAAAAAABrI/Wb93yTDds7M/s320/IMG_5693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is called oobleck (I think), although you could call it whatever you want, and it is just about the easiest thing to make.  I do recommend this activity for the outdoors, and have a hose handy for spray down for the kiddos (and your porch) when finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilXDtZHGEI/AAAAAAAABrA/qQdJ7Dg9GvE/s1600-h/IMG_5690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898154087946306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilXDtZHGEI/AAAAAAAABrA/qQdJ7Dg9GvE/s320/IMG_5690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the weirdest stuff, feels like you can grab it, but then just melts in your hands.  Try your feet in the oobleck, too, like Wyatt did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWg6GkhQI/AAAAAAAABq4/-I4xhL2bbHQ/s1600-h/IMG_5698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343897556204422402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWg6GkhQI/AAAAAAAABq4/-I4xhL2bbHQ/s320/IMG_5698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWgtFueiI/AAAAAAAABqw/oFcJtw2foY0/s1600-h/IMG_5695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343897552711219746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWgtFueiI/AAAAAAAABqw/oFcJtw2foY0/s320/IMG_5695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWgeq-NMI/AAAAAAAABqo/vx7ulRYxojQ/s1600-h/IMG_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343897548840907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilWgeq-NMI/AAAAAAAABqo/vx7ulRYxojQ/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 part cornstarch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 part water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mix and color with tempura paint if desired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also recommend putting it in a large container, mine was a little crowded for three kids to play around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely cheap (the entire box of cornstarch was less than $1 and I didn't use all of it), easy, and provided a fun sensory experience for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-6604406278445965201?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6604406278445965201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6604406278445965201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6604406278445965201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6604406278445965201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-summer-activity-1-oobleck.html' title='Fun Summer Activity #1: Oobleck'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SilXDr00YDI/AAAAAAAABrI/Wb93yTDds7M/s72-c/IMG_5693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-9121057322094068006</id><published>2009-05-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:51:46.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Better than diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craig and I went out last night to celebrate our anniversary.  He had been gone for two days on a school field trip and I was really looking forward to our date.  It was wonderful.  I can't believe it's been 11 years since we said, "I do".  At 20 and 21 we were so young, but we didn't really know it then.  I look back on how we've both grown and changed so much, and I honestly can say I love him so much more today than I did on that day 11 years ago.   Back then I thought my heart would burst with the amount of love I had for him.  But it just keeps growing and growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SiFSsK2aUkI/AAAAAAAABqg/s5mZ9_lu-08/s1600-h/IMG_5669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341641551818412610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SiFSsK2aUkI/AAAAAAAABqg/s5mZ9_lu-08/s320/IMG_5669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's awesome how God will bless a marriage when we seek His wisdom.  I don't deserve this wedded bliss and I certainly don't deserve a man this wonderful, but God has blessed me, and it makes my eyes fill with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craig said he had something for me, just a little thing, and I jokingly said, "something little, huh, just a diamond ring?"  As we sat on the park bench and watched the water go by he read me a TOP 11 List of the reasons he loved me.  After he was finished I had a huge lump in my throat, and he said, "ya it's no diamond ring...."  and I replied, "that was better than a diamond ring".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-9121057322094068006?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9121057322094068006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=9121057322094068006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9121057322094068006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/9121057322094068006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-than-diamonds.html' title='Better than diamonds'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SiFSsK2aUkI/AAAAAAAABqg/s5mZ9_lu-08/s72-c/IMG_5669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1709677983119630258</id><published>2009-05-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:33:37.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>What did the girl mushroom say to the boy mushroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a FUN GUY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out all the fungi we found over Memorial Day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8BciyXGGI/AAAAAAAABqY/AiNjUOobvZ4/s1600-h/IMG_5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989272970696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8BciyXGGI/AAAAAAAABqY/AiNjUOobvZ4/s320/IMG_5631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morrel mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8BcQjUtMI/AAAAAAAABqQ/0e8Un5_fC7U/s1600-h/IMG_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989268075787458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8BcQjUtMI/AAAAAAAABqQ/0e8Un5_fC7U/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us by the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8Bb9la_rI/AAAAAAAABqI/D6XYfKBjpmE/s1600-h/IMG_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989262984314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8Bb9la_rI/AAAAAAAABqI/D6XYfKBjpmE/s320/IMG_5662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of 7....my biggest find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8AsJJDVJI/AAAAAAAABqA/Ue16Abh6gvQ/s1600-h/IMG_5664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340988441452827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8AsJJDVJI/AAAAAAAABqA/Ue16Abh6gvQ/s320/IMG_5664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute flowers growing out of a old log.  And a cute girl, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8Ari7nVVI/AAAAAAAABp4/80UpLxvPzvI/s1600-h/IMG_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340988431195919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8Ari7nVVI/AAAAAAAABp4/80UpLxvPzvI/s320/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting and gathering is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8ArWyiFpI/AAAAAAAABpw/ibJnu5Fw1Ys/s1600-h/IMG_5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340988427936601746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8ArWyiFpI/AAAAAAAABpw/ibJnu5Fw1Ys/s320/IMG_5550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt chillin' by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8ArGObYSI/AAAAAAAABpo/52Mc6uv7dkA/s1600-h/IMG_5599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340988423490199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8ArGObYSI/AAAAAAAABpo/52Mc6uv7dkA/s320/IMG_5599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_yo572TI/AAAAAAAABpg/fAw3-JuohH0/s1600-h/IMG_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987453546944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_yo572TI/AAAAAAAABpg/fAw3-JuohH0/s320/IMG_5606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three on the infamous dirt mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_yEe_EXI/AAAAAAAABpY/Ywq8a9SR5Yc/s1600-h/IMG_5563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987443770233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_yEe_EXI/AAAAAAAABpY/Ywq8a9SR5Yc/s320/IMG_5563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the two monkey's in the tree?  This is what happens when mom takes a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_xnP201I/AAAAAAAABpQ/iY6AO-MwQz8/s1600-h/IMG_5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987435922150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_xnP201I/AAAAAAAABpQ/iY6AO-MwQz8/s320/IMG_5516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A basket full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_xdAzcjI/AAAAAAAABpI/QInKxMOX9Fg/s1600-h/IMG_5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987433174659634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh7_xdAzcjI/AAAAAAAABpI/QInKxMOX9Fg/s320/IMG_5617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very fungi weekend, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-1709677983119630258?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1709677983119630258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1709677983119630258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1709677983119630258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1709677983119630258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-did-girl-mushroom-say-to-boy.html' title='What did the girl mushroom say to the boy mushroom?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sh8BciyXGGI/AAAAAAAABqY/AiNjUOobvZ4/s72-c/IMG_5631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8702106246692142771</id><published>2009-05-19T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:27:07.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company girl'/><title type='text'>Calling all photographers....</title><content type='html'>Professional or amateaur! Rachel Anne of &lt;a href="http://homesanctuary.typepad.com/rachelanne/"&gt;Home Sanctuary &lt;/a&gt;is running a contest and YOU have a chance to be published in her first book. She's looking for photos displaying the "friendship" theme. Check out details &lt;a href="http://companygirl.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  Enlist the help of your kiddos or join up with some girlfriends and get snappin. Deadline for entries is June 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8702106246692142771?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8702106246692142771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8702106246692142771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8702106246692142771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8702106246692142771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/calling-all-photographers.html' title='Calling all photographers....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4020114159117482452</id><published>2009-05-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:41:53.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company girl'/><title type='text'>Company Girl Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of our small things this week over at &lt;a href="http://homesanctuary.typepad.com/rachelanne/"&gt;Home Sanctuary &lt;/a&gt;was to organize our pens and pencils. After I organized the jars of pens and pencils I have by each phone I moved onto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Kids Art Tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody have something that looks like this at home? Well I did. A few days before I had seen &lt;a href="http://katherinemariephotography.com/blog/archives/1810"&gt;THIS LINK on organizing art supplies&lt;/a&gt;, and thought, "I should do something like that will all our art supplies". So I dug in, sorted all the pens, pencils, crayons and paints. Threw out the dried out pens with no lids and broken crayons. Dug out some of my pretty canning jars and whalla....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;turned into.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sg2SulwzFAI/AAAAAAAABpA/piTE__WnXwU/s1600-h/IMG_5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336082462612329474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sg2SulwzFAI/AAAAAAAABpA/piTE__WnXwU/s320/IMG_5490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sg2SuQhQ2jI/AAAAAAAABo4/YSFX1G6HfPs/s1600-h/IMG_5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336082456910027314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sg2SuQhQ2jI/AAAAAAAABo4/YSFX1G6HfPs/s320/IMG_5493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Anna and Wyatt have been getting good use out of these organized art supplies, and I am so glad I took a little time to get it done. One reason I love Home Sanctuary, is that am inspired to get little things accomplished every day, that would otherwise be put off, again and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have little budding artists at home too, let me recommend a couple books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great Artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Maryann F. Kohl ~ this book contains hands-on art projects for kids that are styled after the great masters of art.  I copied off a few to hopefully try with the kiddos this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABC Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the Metropolitan Museum of Art~ This is a really fun one for all ages (little kids especially!) each letter of the alphabet has a word chosen, which is represented by 4 works of art.  So, for example "A is for apple" shows 4 different works of art with an apple in it.  Wyatt was easily able to read this one, and Anna loved it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both books I found at the library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-4020114159117482452?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4020114159117482452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4020114159117482452' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4020114159117482452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4020114159117482452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/company-girl-coffee.html' title='Company Girl Coffee'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sg2SulwzFAI/AAAAAAAABpA/piTE__WnXwU/s72-c/IMG_5490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6718634870089243809</id><published>2009-05-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:22:54.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Just a lot of pictures of my wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH8MfByhI/AAAAAAAABow/TCDiRwOprdE/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663226833619474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH8MfByhI/AAAAAAAABow/TCDiRwOprdE/s320/IMG_5444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH71CnsKI/AAAAAAAABoo/4P2Yoam4zyI/s1600-h/IMG_5410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663220540453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH71CnsKI/AAAAAAAABoo/4P2Yoam4zyI/s320/IMG_5410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH7oSx2aI/AAAAAAAABog/xIYq45tZFPs/s1600-h/IMG_5407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663217118566818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH7oSx2aI/AAAAAAAABog/xIYq45tZFPs/s320/IMG_5407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH7B8CsSI/AAAAAAAABoY/2vtCIwP2gbU/s1600-h/IMG_5395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663206822654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH7B8CsSI/AAAAAAAABoY/2vtCIwP2gbU/s320/IMG_5395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH62IeX0I/AAAAAAAABoQ/LsqfO4aCrys/s1600-h/IMG_5380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663203653574466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH62IeX0I/AAAAAAAABoQ/LsqfO4aCrys/s320/IMG_5380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGnf0I_cI/AAAAAAAABoI/Qp3Mgw9i1AI/s1600-h/IMG_5359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661771733564866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGnf0I_cI/AAAAAAAABoI/Qp3Mgw9i1AI/s320/IMG_5359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGnJ5jFqI/AAAAAAAABoA/OainQj0OpvI/s1600-h/IMG_5456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661765850666658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGnJ5jFqI/AAAAAAAABoA/OainQj0OpvI/s320/IMG_5456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGm6ZL2eI/AAAAAAAABn4/ykZYM0YcAN0/s1600-h/IMG_5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661761688394210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGm6ZL2eI/AAAAAAAABn4/ykZYM0YcAN0/s320/IMG_5473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGmke031I/AAAAAAAABnw/ET2qipWi7zM/s1600-h/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661755806474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiGmke031I/AAAAAAAABnw/ET2qipWi7zM/s320/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFktM39lI/AAAAAAAABno/BdegMGsPebI/s1600-h/IMG_5478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334660624275732050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFktM39lI/AAAAAAAABno/BdegMGsPebI/s320/IMG_5478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFkWsxp1I/AAAAAAAABng/yheMf8ifT1Q/s1600-h/IMG_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334660618235520850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFkWsxp1I/AAAAAAAABng/yheMf8ifT1Q/s320/IMG_5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFjyszk2I/AAAAAAAABnY/GkuPfieghTc/s1600-h/IMG_5487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334660608571970402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiFjyszk2I/AAAAAAAABnY/GkuPfieghTc/s320/IMG_5487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-6718634870089243809?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6718634870089243809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6718634870089243809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6718634870089243809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6718634870089243809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-lot-of-pictures-of-my-wonderful.html' title='Just a lot of pictures of my wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgiH8MfByhI/AAAAAAAABow/TCDiRwOprdE/s72-c/IMG_5444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8993651374434461865</id><published>2009-05-06T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:01:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our chicken are almost ready to move outside!  Remember the nice warm days we had a couple weeks ago?  Well, here are the chicks then, enjoying the sunshine in the "baby gate" turned "chicken pen", outside.  They were still little, cute and a bit fluffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgISG02JVzI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PloYpUi4eTM/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844817234351922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgISG02JVzI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PloYpUi4eTM/s320/IMG_5095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are as of Monday.  I'm not sure where the "cuteness" factor has gone.  This picture cracks me up.  It kind of makes me think of one of those pet looks like the owner pics.  Both April and Wyatt have the same expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgISGnP5pII/AAAAAAAABnI/9QxFMznIJ0s/s1600-h/IMG_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844813584278658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgISGnP5pII/AAAAAAAABnI/9QxFMznIJ0s/s320/IMG_5314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They love to come out of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rubbermaid&lt;/span&gt; tub and perch on our arms.  I'm not sure they love to be squeezed like Anna's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;demonstrating&lt;/span&gt;  in the picture below.  But they don't object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQ0K8kPfI/AAAAAAAABnA/Nr3Q9aDRnaA/s1600-h/IMG_5331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843397237718514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQ0K8kPfI/AAAAAAAABnA/Nr3Q9aDRnaA/s320/IMG_5331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you just hear the little girl scream through this picture?  Anna isn't too keen on the feel of chicken claws on her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQz65M2_I/AAAAAAAABm4/CTbG5wd_y2k/s1600-h/IMG_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843392928635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQz65M2_I/AAAAAAAABm4/CTbG5wd_y2k/s320/IMG_5327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Will and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' ever so proud.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQzcOrLJI/AAAAAAAABmw/kaNPAM83DHA/s1600-h/IMG_5322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843384697203858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgIQzcOrLJI/AAAAAAAABmw/kaNPAM83DHA/s320/IMG_5322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully it'll be warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to move them outside this weekend.  I really hope so, my laundry room has been smelling like a pet store long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8993651374434461865?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8993651374434461865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8993651374434461865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8993651374434461865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8993651374434461865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-ready.html' title='Almost Ready'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SgISG02JVzI/AAAAAAAABnQ/PloYpUi4eTM/s72-c/IMG_5095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1130402600944904885</id><published>2009-05-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:06:06.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night I had the BEST time with my good friend &lt;a href="http://campkurtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt;. She suggested we get together for coffee and study up on our cameras. &lt;a href="http://flythroughmywindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;This girl's blog &lt;/a&gt;inspired us.  We both have similar models but hadn't really taken the time to read the manual and learn how to use all the settings. I loved my photography class back in high school....but let's face it, that was 15 + years ago, and I really had no clue about F-stops and apertures back then, let alone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my biggest goals was figuring out the different settings on my camera, being able to take nice indoor pictures in natural light and get that blurred background affect. Today I took my camera out for about 5 minutes and practiced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started with an easy subject. He gladly stood still in the rain while I snapped, adjusted settings, snapped again. I like the blurred background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9HtHC14uI/AAAAAAAABmo/xMtsXQ73Usg/s1600-h/IMG_5282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332059324140610274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9HtHC14uI/AAAAAAAABmo/xMtsXQ73Usg/s320/IMG_5282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was my lone yellow tulip. I have ONE tulip in my yard this year.  I don't know what is up with that.  But here she is standing gracefully in the rain. Again, I like the blurred background.  You don't see everything across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9HswjB_1I/AAAAAAAABmg/tMAb-rje27U/s1600-h/IMG_5295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332059318101606226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9HswjB_1I/AAAAAAAABmg/tMAb-rje27U/s320/IMG_5295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was onto these wiggle worms.  Christi and I experimented with adjusting the aperture (I think) and I got a lot of blurry ones at home with these two because they move so much.  The one below was where I was trying to get Anna's feet in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G4cUFKWI/AAAAAAAABmY/j4JMNXjvW2M/s1600-h/IMG_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332058419316992354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G4cUFKWI/AAAAAAAABmY/j4JMNXjvW2M/s320/IMG_5302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is probably all wrong with the lighting and such, according to the rules of photography.  Her feet are shadowed, but she's still got cute piggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G4HRqaBI/AAAAAAAABmQ/2AjIIFbjue4/s1600-h/IMG_5304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332058413669705746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G4HRqaBI/AAAAAAAABmQ/2AjIIFbjue4/s320/IMG_5304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out the foot shot on Wyatt....here is when it got a little more difficult as Anna was bouncing over the side of the sofa waving a piece of paper in front of the camera and trying to get her feet in the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G3vq1VlI/AAAAAAAABmI/M5Y5UmE0Qms/s1600-h/IMG_5310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332058407332828754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9G3vq1VlI/AAAAAAAABmI/M5Y5UmE0Qms/s320/IMG_5310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I stopped.  I am glad I know just a tad bit more, and maybe with lots more practice I will become comfortable using all the setting on my camera.  Christi, if you try anything new, post your pics!  And those of you who know a thing or two about photography, feel free to leave a comment with your best tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1130402600944904885?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1130402600944904885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1130402600944904885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1130402600944904885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1130402600944904885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/practicing.html' title='Practicing'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sf9HtHC14uI/AAAAAAAABmo/xMtsXQ73Usg/s72-c/IMG_5282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1968178147488606403</id><published>2009-05-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:57:12.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>We have a winner</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all your wonderfully creative and catchy blog names!  You girls came up with some really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and I went over the names last night and he helped me choose one....it was a hard decision but the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYDAY BUTTONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Alysun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Alysun, $5 coffee cash coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Honorable mention goes to Darbi with Oh Button.  Darbi will receive a consolidation prize.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on a blog layout with the new title soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1968178147488606403?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1968178147488606403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1968178147488606403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1968178147488606403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1968178147488606403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a winner'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8654160410103954932</id><published>2009-04-30T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:29:53.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinchin&apos; pennies'/><title type='text'>Feed your children "McDonalds" for less than $.50 a piece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I have run across several blog posts about being frugal and way to live on a shoestring budget.  I have become a bit more of a bargain grocery shopper.  I have been looking for ways to save money and spend less.  I have been re-purposing things in my house for other uses instead of immediately going out to buy something,  Today, I fed my kids a McButton Happy Meal at home for less than .$50 each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hit up the Safeway ads and took advantage of my $10 off $50 purchase coupon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ONLY bought things on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Safeway Tyson Chicken Nuggets, BOGO this week came out to about $3.50 per package of 45 nuggets.  By my calculations (and I had to break out the pencil and paper for long division, here) makes it about 7.5 cents per nugget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Safeway 10 lb. bag of apples (about 18-20 apples per bag) for $2.99 with coupon, breaks down to $.16/apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two shared an apple.  One ate 4 nuggets, the other ate 5.  I had leftover caramel topping in my fridge, ranch and ketchup for dipping too, or course, so I didn't purchase those.  And they drink water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sfn4mGPwtxI/AAAAAAAABlc/JId1Q1txcg8/s1600-h/IMG_5120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564967365130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sfn4mGPwtxI/AAAAAAAABlc/JId1Q1txcg8/s320/IMG_5120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sfn4lhbs85I/AAAAAAAABlU/tAQjT-3Zdso/s1600-h/IMG_5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564957483103122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sfn4lhbs85I/AAAAAAAABlU/tAQjT-3Zdso/s320/IMG_5124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my calculations are correct (and feel free to test me on this, math is not my strong suit!) it came out to $.45/meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After lunch read a couple books on the couch or blow bubbles outside.  That's a WAY better "prize" than you'd get at McD's (and it won't get thrown in the trash two days later!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's your favorite way to SAVE (and still have fun) these days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8654160410103954932?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8654160410103954932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8654160410103954932' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8654160410103954932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8654160410103954932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/feed-your-children-mcdonalds-for-less.html' title='Feed your children &quot;McDonalds&quot; for less than $.50 a piece!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sfn4mGPwtxI/AAAAAAAABlc/JId1Q1txcg8/s72-c/IMG_5120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8430528428622581889</id><published>2009-04-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:51:08.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><title type='text'>Wyatt's first book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Wyatt got home from school today he was working very intently on something. "What are you doin'?" I asked. "Writing a book", he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my most favorite stages in the boys learning has been watching them learn to sound out and write words. Wyatt is at that point, so let me interpret his first book for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Diamond in the Ruff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVwb-tfoI/AAAAAAAABlM/uClQaSf18x4/s1600-h/IMG_5113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328345231021407874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVwb-tfoI/AAAAAAAABlM/uClQaSf18x4/s320/IMG_5113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A long time ago there lived a little boy. The little boy was looking for a diamond. (talking bubble) where is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he looked and he looked and he looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVwDsZCGI/AAAAAAAABlE/1TzjDlitreQ/s1600-h/IMG_5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328345224502118498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVwDsZCGI/AAAAAAAABlE/1TzjDlitreQ/s320/IMG_5114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I'll never find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his dad found the diamond. He was so excited he spit his gum out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVv1MfnTI/AAAAAAAABk8/RafEzoZns5U/s1600-h/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328345220610235698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVv1MfnTI/AAAAAAAABk8/RafEzoZns5U/s320/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Wyatt Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVvo8qRkI/AAAAAAAABk0/ec2y9ghRXBA/s1600-h/IMG_5116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328345217322600002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVvo8qRkI/AAAAAAAABk0/ec2y9ghRXBA/s320/IMG_5116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8430528428622581889?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8430528428622581889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8430528428622581889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8430528428622581889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8430528428622581889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/wyatts-first-book.html' title='Wyatt&apos;s first book'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SfIVwb-tfoI/AAAAAAAABlM/uClQaSf18x4/s72-c/IMG_5113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8284483320165708019</id><published>2009-04-23T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:00:34.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Name my Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok blog readers, it's time to get your creative juices flowing and help me come up with a name for my blog.  "The Button Fam" has been in exsistence for 3 years now and it is time for a change.  A while ago I got a suggestion from Becca for a name she thought of "Buttons: Cute and Otherwise" and I like it.  I really do.  But I want to open the table to other suggestions before I make my final decision so here's my proposal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You leave a comment with a new name for my blog.  You can enter as many catchy names as you can think of.  I will pick one of the suggestions in about a week and the winner will receive $5 in Dutch Bros. coffee cash!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So let me hear 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8284483320165708019?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8284483320165708019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8284483320165708019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8284483320165708019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8284483320165708019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/name-my-blog.html' title='Name my Blog'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8866209144617000094</id><published>2009-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:05:44.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wyatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wyatt: Day one, April 16, 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sedmk8L858I/AAAAAAAABks/twN8NDFCwMo/s1600-h/IMG_5069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325337869206480834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sedmk8L858I/AAAAAAAABks/twN8NDFCwMo/s320/IMG_5069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt: day 2,190, April 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SedmkofZIEI/AAAAAAAABkk/38q4XjhEiQ4/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325337863919312962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SedmkofZIEI/AAAAAAAABkk/38q4XjhEiQ4/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a difference 6 years makes!&lt;br /&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/21463828-8866209144617000094?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8866209144617000094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8866209144617000094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8866209144617000094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8866209144617000094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-wyatt.html' title='Happy Birthday Wyatt'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sedmk8L858I/AAAAAAAABks/twN8NDFCwMo/s72-c/IMG_5069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1407255802546609095</id><published>2009-04-14T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:30:20.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>The Bubble Rocket: as seen on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If your kids watch any amount of TV (which mine do) they have most likely seen the commercial for the "Bubble Rocket".  Wyatt REALLY wanted the bubble rocket for his birthday so I passed along the idea to my sister.  We had an early b'day celebration for him at Easter and he indeed got the bubble rocket.  Here are two short clips of the bubble rocket in action.  As advertized in real life by Wyatt and Anna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will's comment after asking him how the bubble rocket on TV compares to the actual bubble rocket was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"On TV the bubble rocket goes really high, but in real life it doesn't go that high."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5858252911104e47" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bf920be2693ca860&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1407255802546609095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1407255802546609095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1407255802546609095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1407255802546609095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/bubble-rocket-as-seen-on-tv.html' title='The Bubble Rocket: as seen on TV'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8561884185772844291</id><published>2009-04-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:56:16.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;But first, a chick update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chicks are one week old and about twice as big as when we got them!  I am wondering just how big they will get in the next 4 weeks, before they get to move outside?!  They already have wing feathers and are starting to grow their tail feathers.  Yesterday and today Wyatt uncovered rocks and dug around in the yard collecting bugs and worms for them to enjoy!  It took a couple minutes for them to realize these tasty treats in the dish were for the taking, but once they did, they went crazy.  The pecking order has been established and it is so fun to sit and watch these girls.  Starly is the highest (black) Sweetie Pie's next (yellow) and poor little April (reddish) is at the end of the line.  April will sit cupped in my hand without flapping her wings at all....she is so content.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKq3v0oI/AAAAAAAABkc/TKC4-X70KOg/s1600-h/IMG_4966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551810998227586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKq3v0oI/AAAAAAAABkc/TKC4-X70KOg/s320/IMG_4966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are funny and sweet and give us lots of entertainment.  They are also very messy.  I swear I change their water dish 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKeQ8PWI/AAAAAAAABkU/ceAYB__zdZM/s1600-h/IMG_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551807614238050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKeQ8PWI/AAAAAAAABkU/ceAYB__zdZM/s320/IMG_4964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other news....we took the kids to an Easter egg hunt this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKMy5x0I/AAAAAAAABkM/7gM9ojo0p5Y/s1600-h/IMG_4963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551802924844866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKMy5x0I/AAAAAAAABkM/7gM9ojo0p5Y/s320/IMG_4963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOJ6nVbaI/AAAAAAAABkE/RwpAFaqybBM/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551798044487074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOJ6nVbaI/AAAAAAAABkE/RwpAFaqybBM/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so thankful the Jesus conquered death and rose again.  I'm excited to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sing the Glory of His name; make His praises glorious!  ~Psalm 66:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Resurrection Sunday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8561884185772844291?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8561884185772844291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8561884185772844291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8561884185772844291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8561884185772844291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SeEOKq3v0oI/AAAAAAAABkc/TKC4-X70KOg/s72-c/IMG_4966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1118816564635212898</id><published>2009-04-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:20:42.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby Chicks Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little chicks are quite the buzz around here and are getting lots of love!  But first, I know my mother in law is dying to see photos of the coup Craig built for them, so here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpewEAFzHI/AAAAAAAABj8/5uas31MiToM/s1600-h/DSCF5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670089492515954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpewEAFzHI/AAAAAAAABj8/5uas31MiToM/s320/DSCF5102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far the only little chicks occupying this coup are the ones pictures below in the nesting boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpewOTSzeI/AAAAAAAABj0/vPFhTfPfSgI/s1600-h/DSCF5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670092257414626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpewOTSzeI/AAAAAAAABj0/vPFhTfPfSgI/s320/DSCF5101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left to attach are the hook/locks for the egg door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpevsXQGwI/AAAAAAAABjs/XLR9sbr3CVY/s1600-h/DSCF5097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670083147209474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpevsXQGwI/AAAAAAAABjs/XLR9sbr3CVY/s320/DSCF5097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nesting box area has since been painted white and it looks great.  I am so happy with the way it turned out.  I guess it pays to have a perfectionist for a husband.  He did a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chicks will move outdoors to their new home around Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpevSAAqEI/AAAAAAAABjk/QW8tkLsav54/s1600-h/DSCF5094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670076070406210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpevSAAqEI/AAAAAAAABjk/QW8tkLsav54/s320/DSCF5094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been incredible lately.  Sun, glorious sun!  We spent all day after church yesterday weeding and cleaning up our yard.  All we heard from the kids all day was, "Can we run through the sprinklers???"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our work was done, I gave in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpdnCLLlII/AAAAAAAABjc/fWKjoGtXQ2w/s1600-h/DSCF5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321668834871710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpdnCLLlII/AAAAAAAABjc/fWKjoGtXQ2w/s320/DSCF5109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sdpdm_3Og8I/AAAAAAAABjU/psQ7nLbn1Mc/s1600-h/DSCF5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321668834251146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sdpdm_3Og8I/AAAAAAAABjU/psQ7nLbn1Mc/s320/DSCF5108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sdpdmp6njrI/AAAAAAAABjM/Retg7gEsx_g/s1600-h/DSCF5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321668828359790258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sdpdmp6njrI/AAAAAAAABjM/Retg7gEsx_g/s320/DSCF5106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinklers in April in Oregon!  Gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpdmRcgG6I/AAAAAAAABjE/fSbZyNAzHgo/s1600-h/DSCF5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321668821791021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpdmRcgG6I/AAAAAAAABjE/fSbZyNAzHgo/s320/DSCF5104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick Update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacey is Anna's chick and her name has been changed back to her original name, Sweetie Pie.  She is the yellow chick, a Buff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Orpington&lt;/span&gt; and is the "pecker" of the three.  She is also the biggest chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starly&lt;/span&gt;, Will's chick (named after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pokemon&lt;/span&gt; character) is the black chick, she is a Barred Rock.  She is the most skittish and I think she'll be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; of the group as well.  I'm already contemplating putting a net over the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rubbermaid&lt;/span&gt; tote because I have startled her a couple times and she's gotten within 6 inches of the top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April, Wyatt's chick is the sweetest (maybe she should have been named sweetie pie, oh well).  She is also the smallest and the best one to hold.  She has however had some problems with her poop.  I read somewhere that chicks can get a condition called pasting up in which their poop dries to their bottoms, plugs them up, and they can die!  I am a little paranoid about this happening to April (Craig has called me, "mother hen" on more than one occasion).  So this morning I took a wet rag and a toothpick and went to town cleaning off her bum.  Craig likens it to wiping that icky tar poop off a baby's bum there first couple days of life.  I'm not sure it was even that enjoyable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the joys of raising hens!  Don't you wish YOU had some??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-1118816564635212898?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1118816564635212898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1118816564635212898' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1118816564635212898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1118816564635212898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-chicks-part-2.html' title='Baby Chicks Part 2'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdpewEAFzHI/AAAAAAAABj8/5uas31MiToM/s72-c/DSCF5102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1314804732679089489</id><published>2009-04-04T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:44:58.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby Chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We added three little girls to our family today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTvTd6xI/AAAAAAAABi8/xSwIYqeoCwE/s1600-h/DSCF5084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970313505041170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTvTd6xI/AAAAAAAABi8/xSwIYqeoCwE/s320/DSCF5084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacey, April, and Starly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTZHRW5I/AAAAAAAABi0/qJTLB86ensw/s1600-h/DSCF5092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970307548306322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTZHRW5I/AAAAAAAABi0/qJTLB86ensw/s320/DSCF5092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they sweet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTGeTR4I/AAAAAAAABis/OE56FMTX5e4/s1600-h/DSCF5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970302544627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTGeTR4I/AAAAAAAABis/OE56FMTX5e4/s320/DSCF5093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing says spring quite like baby chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1314804732679089489?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1314804732679089489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1314804732679089489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1314804732679089489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1314804732679089489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-chicks.html' title='Baby Chicks'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdfiTvTd6xI/AAAAAAAABi8/xSwIYqeoCwE/s72-c/DSCF5084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4508467778605617453</id><published>2009-04-03T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:34:43.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><title type='text'>I'm a little guy...stuck in a tree...needs help</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b317f379e41611f0" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db317f379e41611f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B6FBC469093B7C07889EBE884AC70646AA2FB98.6AF6D3A5D5A330343D0D5E96D6990FB83A3E966D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db317f379e41611f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP0i53ih895RaBWjQU0TKgBdrmLI&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db317f379e41611f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B6FBC469093B7C07889EBE884AC70646AA2FB98.6AF6D3A5D5A330343D0D5E96D6990FB83A3E966D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db317f379e41611f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP0i53ih895RaBWjQU0TKgBdrmLI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I just found my old camera that will record short clips!!  It has been missing since this fall.  Actually, I mentioned I had been looking for it to Wyatt and he found it.  So I let him record a "news broadcast", his story about a fish/worm thing he found on the beach at Seaside.   I don't know why this makes me laugh so hard everytime I see it.  Probably because I am his mom.  Enjoy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4508467778605617453?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b317f379e41611f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4508467778605617453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4508467778605617453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4508467778605617453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4508467778605617453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-little-guystuck-in-treeneeds-help.html' title='I&apos;m a little guy...stuck in a tree...needs help'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7094509072214538972</id><published>2009-04-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:14:59.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>"green" game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJfYYbGHI/AAAAAAAABik/rqgLCuXQc0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320520813254482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJfYYbGHI/AAAAAAAABik/rqgLCuXQc0Y/s320/IMG_4943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a copy-cat again.  I saw this idea &lt;a href="http://myplumpudding.blogspot.com/2008/10/cereal-box-matching-game.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and since I always have an abundance of cracker and cereal boxes, I thought I'd give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used my CM circle cutter to cut two matching circles out of each box: Cheerios, Cream of Wheat, Wheat Thins, Quaker Oat Squares, Ritz, Strawberry Frosted Mini-wheats (which are so disgusting, by the way) and Regular Frosted Mini-wheats.  Then I threw the leftover cardboard in the recycle bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJfUwMAaI/AAAAAAAABic/RFm6OBZSSqw/s1600-h/IMG_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320520812280414626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJfUwMAaI/AAAAAAAABic/RFm6OBZSSqw/s320/IMG_4941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna uses this game more like just a matching game, rather than memory.  She just puts them all face down, picks one up and turns the others over one at a time until she finds a match!  You could cut out 4 of each kind and play as a memory game where each player takes turns trying to find matches.  The boys love to play it that way, but Anna isn't quite there yet.  It is an awesome  FREE project that only takes a few minute to complete and provides her with a little activity while I get stuff done around the house.   We store the circles in a zip-lock baggie.  She has fun finding matches and it is a little challenging since the matches don't look exactly alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJe2J9VlI/AAAAAAAABiU/IgFQfCaPzpE/s1600-h/IMG_4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320520804067006034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJe2J9VlI/AAAAAAAABiU/IgFQfCaPzpE/s320/IMG_4937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, and feel good about being "green".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7094509072214538972?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7094509072214538972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7094509072214538972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7094509072214538972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7094509072214538972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-game.html' title='&quot;green&quot; game'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdZJfYYbGHI/AAAAAAAABik/rqgLCuXQc0Y/s72-c/IMG_4943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8487732534043535700</id><published>2009-03-31T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:19:30.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three'/><title type='text'>Cute Quotes</title><content type='html'>Will--the deep thinker---said in all seriousness after Wyatt ruined one of his lego creations, "Mom, sometimes having a brother is bad, but sometimes having a brother is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt--the information junkie--he's always informing me of things, "Mom, did you know Jordan Michael was really a real person?" (referring to Michael Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna--the mini-me---she's starting to observe and say things that surprise me, "When I grow up I might want to be a mom so I can reach stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-8487732534043535700?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8487732534043535700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8487732534043535700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8487732534043535700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8487732534043535700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-quotes.html' title='Cute Quotes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-116438705592420480</id><published>2009-03-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:04:30.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spring Break has come and gone and this is the only picture I took of our trip to Seaside.  Because of the rainy, windy weather we spent lots of time indoors, playing games, watching movies, and reading magazines.   These boots were well used when we did venture outdoors.  Maybe my lack of pictures is proof that I took time to just slow down and relax.  We all had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdA0VhpqEmI/AAAAAAAABiM/iiZUJIuZKtc/s1600-h/IMG_4920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808704339546722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdA0VhpqEmI/AAAAAAAABiM/iiZUJIuZKtc/s320/IMG_4920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do have clams in my fridge for chowder this week, which will be a yummy reminder of our mini vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/21463828-116438705592420480?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116438705592420480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=116438705592420480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/116438705592420480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/116438705592420480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SdA0VhpqEmI/AAAAAAAABiM/iiZUJIuZKtc/s72-c/IMG_4920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6167859379774877851</id><published>2009-03-24T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:52:18.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Flower Hair Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make these cute flower hair clips for the little lady in your life. I did, by following &lt;a href="http://treyandlucy.blogspot.com/2009/03/easy-hair-clips.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGVcnSqWI/AAAAAAAABiE/fmkLpvWZpGI/s1600-h/IMG_4917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858169359772002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGVcnSqWI/AAAAAAAABiE/fmkLpvWZpGI/s320/IMG_4917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGU4F2hqI/AAAAAAAABh8/8dJFa30SB_w/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858159555839650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGU4F2hqI/AAAAAAAABh8/8dJFa30SB_w/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGUlwzp4I/AAAAAAAABh0/OWOFA2d59fw/s1600-h/IMG_4919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858154635732866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGUlwzp4I/AAAAAAAABh0/OWOFA2d59fw/s320/IMG_4919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they are quite addicting. I made 24 in the past 20 hours!&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/21463828-6167859379774877851?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6167859379774877851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6167859379774877851' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6167859379774877851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6167859379774877851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/flower-hair-clips.html' title='Flower Hair Clips'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SclGVcnSqWI/AAAAAAAABiE/fmkLpvWZpGI/s72-c/IMG_4917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-8601917422101361358</id><published>2009-03-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:27:03.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Let's Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we have an "in" with the PE teacher from school so we got to use the gym to host Will's birthday party with his friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a Lego building contest....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL8Yrb8JI/AAAAAAAABhs/aryZjzj3KT4/s1600-h/IMG_4897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316223504543890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL8Yrb8JI/AAAAAAAABhs/aryZjzj3KT4/s320/IMG_4897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ran an obstacle course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL8IpJykI/AAAAAAAABhk/4UFj2WSupeg/s1600-h/IMG_4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316219199998530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL8IpJykI/AAAAAAAABhk/4UFj2WSupeg/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL73o01eI/AAAAAAAABhc/MD3C_hUVJNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316214635222498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL73o01eI/AAAAAAAABhc/MD3C_hUVJNQ/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made crazy, sweaty boy hair-do's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL7RJkBCI/AAAAAAAABhU/GERPE1LNr80/s1600-h/IMG_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316204303549474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL7RJkBCI/AAAAAAAABhU/GERPE1LNr80/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL7CGgvTI/AAAAAAAABhM/lrKH-53NeFk/s1600-h/IMG_4896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316200264219954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL7CGgvTI/AAAAAAAABhM/lrKH-53NeFk/s320/IMG_4896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Happy Birthday...(it's suppose to be a Lego cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKb7N91JI/AAAAAAAABhE/Qmj-iKznI3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314566328865938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKb7N91JI/AAAAAAAABhE/Qmj-iKznI3Q/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a group shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKb24LXdI/AAAAAAAABg8/HuInzjLIZ3k/s1600-h/IMG_4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314565163736530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKb24LXdI/AAAAAAAABg8/HuInzjLIZ3k/s320/IMG_4913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKbGhZqoI/AAAAAAAABg0/vs_7ymb1Ilc/s1600-h/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314552183302786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKbGhZqoI/AAAAAAAABg0/vs_7ymb1Ilc/s320/IMG_4905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKbOuVZ-I/AAAAAAAABgs/J0ExN55GOk0/s1600-h/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314554385033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPKbOuVZ-I/AAAAAAAABgs/J0ExN55GOk0/s320/IMG_4907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had a BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love little boys...and still can't believe my "little" boy is 8!! I loved watching him interact with his friends. They are so much fun, and make me laugh so much. God has blessed me beyond what I ever imagined through Will. I'm so excited to see what God has in store for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21463828-8601917422101361358?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8601917422101361358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=8601917422101361358' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8601917422101361358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/8601917422101361358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-party.html' title='Let&apos;s Party!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/ScPL8Yrb8JI/AAAAAAAABhs/aryZjzj3KT4/s72-c/IMG_4897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3358443823022075851</id><published>2009-03-17T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:44:52.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>Rag Curlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another fun book I picked up at the Library is &lt;em&gt;The Prairie Girl's Guide to Life&lt;/em&gt; by Jennifer Worrick&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;  I browsed through it one evening and while I probably won't actually do 99% of the ideas in the book, it was again, inspirational.  I came across a section on rag curlers and I was immediately reminded of my own experience with rag curlers.  As a little girl about 8 or 9 years old, my grandma would dampen my hair with beer (I know gross, but true) and wrap my hair up in rag curlers.   For this little girl with fine, straight hair, awaking to a head full of tight curls was quite exciting.  I had never done this with Anna, so I thought I'd give it a try:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, you need a little girl with shoulder length or longer hair.  Then, about 20 1-2'' x 10'' pieces of flannel strips.  Start with freshly washed, damp hair and roll up your hair around the strip in 1-2" sections starting at the neck line and working your way up.  When you reach the scalp, tie each in a tight knot.  When you are finished your head will look like this.  Too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGzoryFI/AAAAAAAABgk/r6ccomTnD2U/s1600-h/IMG_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314193801167489106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGzoryFI/AAAAAAAABgk/r6ccomTnD2U/s320/IMG_4870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It you happen to have a sleeping cap, that would be even more adorable.  But here she is ready for bead and a head full of curls in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGp3f8KI/AAAAAAAABgc/d00b_WQg_PA/s1600-h/IMG_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314193798545272994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGp3f8KI/AAAAAAAABgc/d00b_WQg_PA/s320/IMG_4871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Untie the rags in the morning and gently loosen each curl with your fingers (I used a spray or two of de-tangler, just to soften the curls, they will be very tight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGfovhZI/AAAAAAAABgU/Qh9SLmezSAM/s1600-h/IMG_4873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314193795799025042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGfovhZI/AAAAAAAABgU/Qh9SLmezSAM/s320/IMG_4873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Admire your pretty hair in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PF4FPN0I/AAAAAAAABgM/ENjF-XKe1L4/s1600-h/IMG_4875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314193785181124418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PF4FPN0I/AAAAAAAABgM/ENjF-XKe1L4/s320/IMG_4875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as the author of the book writes, &lt;em&gt;"Tie back with a ribbon if you want to look your Sunday best.  Leave your curls loose and messy if you're planning to hit the saloon instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-3358443823022075851?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3358443823022075851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3358443823022075851' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3358443823022075851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3358443823022075851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/rag-curlers.html' title='Rag Curlers'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sb_PGzoryFI/AAAAAAAABgk/r6ccomTnD2U/s72-c/IMG_4870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-2244975045092310063</id><published>2009-03-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:03:29.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>get inspired!</title><content type='html'>Inspiration comes in waves for me. There are days...even weeks when I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; about my daily routines, not feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; inspired. But every once in a while there are little things in the everyday that pop out to me and really inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful, deep conversation with my husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "almost" spring sunshine pouring through my bedroom windows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brisk morning walks in the sunshine pushing my Annie-girl, and praying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through fun magazines and tearing out ideas or anything that catches my eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing a couple books for ME at the library to browse through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it or not, getting a cold and forcing myself to slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;, take a break, and snuggle on the couch with my 5 year old for most of the afternoon yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have also been inspired by these crafty mama's and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't posted anything new for a while mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was feeling a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-inspired. But I'm still enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; blogs, especially &lt;a href="http://little-love-bug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ashbyfamilyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://treyandlucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt;, who have some awesome crafty ideas, and have inspired me to tap into some of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started with this &lt;a href="http://homemakingdreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/clothespin-bag-tutorial.html"&gt;clothespin bag&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I am one of the few who actually hang my clothes out on the line to dry in the warmer weather. Won't this look cute hanging on my line, storing my clothespins for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggZhvPztI/AAAAAAAABgE/QeInjFtFEYI/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031383408856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggZhvPztI/AAAAAAAABgE/QeInjFtFEYI/s320/IMG_4865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am contemplating making a couple more for Anna's closet to store her undies and socks in, or maybe little toys, or (if you are so inspired) you could make some for your pantry or hall closets to hold plastic bags or other fun stuff in. Everything seems so much more fun with a cute container!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the books I grabbed at the library was "Toys to Sew" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt; Garland. It caught my eye on my way up to the counter to check-out and after looking through it I decided to attempt this Ballerina Doll for Anna, made entirely from scraps from my fabric tubs. Will those things ever be empty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggZG5SMtI/AAAAAAAABf8/OVdKD2YTX0M/s1600-h/IMG_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031376203199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggZG5SMtI/AAAAAAAABf8/OVdKD2YTX0M/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has HUGE brown eyes, and is a little funny looking, but there is something so sweet about a homemade doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggVQlsiyI/AAAAAAAABf0/CifzbZwat2E/s1600-h/IMG_4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031310085917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggVQlsiyI/AAAAAAAABf0/CifzbZwat2E/s320/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and the best part is, Anna just loves her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggU88lLyI/AAAAAAAABfs/hWlYQIaepv4/s1600-h/IMG_4860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031304813195042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggU88lLyI/AAAAAAAABfs/hWlYQIaepv4/s320/IMG_4860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stay tuned for more of my blast of inspiration which may be coming your way sooner or later. And, let me know, how have you been inspired lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-2244975045092310063?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2244975045092310063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=2244975045092310063' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2244975045092310063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/2244975045092310063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-inspired.html' title='get inspired!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SbggZhvPztI/AAAAAAAABgE/QeInjFtFEYI/s72-c/IMG_4865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6098875179721419572</id><published>2009-03-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:35:34.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just any dirt....RICH BLACK COMPOST....is it weird that looking at these pictures of dirt excite me?  Yesterday my wonderful husband indulged me and bought me a huge load of compost for my garden beds, which I helped him unload and put into our garden beds.  Every year I try my hand at gardening and I have decided that this is the year for the ultimate garden.  I have big plans for these little beds.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sa2goSIXTrI/AAAAAAAABfk/uPplRQZnnxI/s1600-h/IMG_4847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309076149661814450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sa2goSIXTrI/AAAAAAAABfk/uPplRQZnnxI/s320/IMG_4847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sa2goOmoeUI/AAAAAAAABfc/v6MVXSr7KAs/s1600-h/IMG_4848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309076148715026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sa2goOmoeUI/AAAAAAAABfc/v6MVXSr7KAs/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrots, lettuce, snap peas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;, onions, basil, peppers, beets, radishes, cilantro, and cucumbers are on the list so far.  I'm also planning on planting a pumpkin and squash patch further out along out fence.  Call me crazy, but it's thrilling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do you plant a garden?  And if so, I love to know what's on your list this year....and any tips you might have for the best garden yet.  Please share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-6098875179721419572?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6098875179721419572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6098875179721419572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6098875179721419572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6098875179721419572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/dirt.html' title='Dirt'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/Sa2goSIXTrI/AAAAAAAABfk/uPplRQZnnxI/s72-c/IMG_4847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-413643529598931036</id><published>2009-03-01T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:53:33.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Where, oh where, has my little boy gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will between his two good friends, Braden and Braydon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRLthv-FI/AAAAAAAABfU/59xHwozpQCw/s1600-h/IMG_4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308355478683646034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRLthv-FI/AAAAAAAABfU/59xHwozpQCw/s320/IMG_4846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Receiving his medal and certificate for basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRLb_FUYI/AAAAAAAABfM/cUlfk97yg7o/s1600-h/IMG_4841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308355473974841730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRLb_FUYI/AAAAAAAABfM/cUlfk97yg7o/s320/IMG_4841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In action during the last game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRKkayOmI/AAAAAAAABfE/UfXIOFQIXU4/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308355459058645602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRKkayOmI/AAAAAAAABfE/UfXIOFQIXU4/s320/IMG_4808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been looking at Will and just thinking, "man he is getting so big!" In just 3 weeks he will be 8 years old and I can still remember the excitement of being pregnant with him and nearing my due date. With your first baby everything is new and I tended to dream a lot about this child and starting this new chapter in my life as a mommy. But really, I had no clue how he would change my life. I looked forward to the day I would become a mom and wondered if it would be a son or a daughter that would crown me with that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my children are special and unique and bless me in different ways. Will is not often the center of attention. Wyatt gets more attention for his silliness, or more (negative) attention for acting up. Anna gets a TON of attention being our baby girl and is quite an attention seeker at that. But Will, he's behind the scenes. Always lending me a hand and looking out for his younger siblings without even being asked. Always a peacemaker. Always responsible. And always reminding me to pray. Every morning and evening before dinner it is almost always Will who asks, "are we gonna pray?" That, more than anything, blesses my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at school the other day and the office ladies were telling me a story about how when Will's class was walking down the hall they passed Wyatt's room and Will saw Wyatt's jacket laying on the floor in the hall. Noticing it was Wyatt's jacket, he quietly stepped out of line and hung it up on the hook. That is the essence of Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always looked up the meaning of my children's names before we decided on them. Would you believe the meaning of William is "guardian or protector". I couldn't have come up with a better description of my Will if I tried. &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/21463828-413643529598931036?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/413643529598931036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=413643529598931036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/413643529598931036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/413643529598931036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-oh-where-has-my-little-boy-gone.html' title='Where, oh where, has my little boy gone?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SasRLthv-FI/AAAAAAAABfU/59xHwozpQCw/s72-c/IMG_4846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7036588109987192494</id><published>2009-02-20T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:14:19.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my opinion, anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, the rains are coming, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I want to enjoy the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dream about my garden, and watch my kids find caterpillars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8poqyyXpI/AAAAAAAABe8/PTFL4tAtjUs/s1600-h/IMG_4758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004664724545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8poqyyXpI/AAAAAAAABe8/PTFL4tAtjUs/s320/IMG_4758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt was giving this little guy some shade with a parsley leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVQioiGI/AAAAAAAABe0/iPMnVDhbtgA/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004331259955298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVQioiGI/AAAAAAAABe0/iPMnVDhbtgA/s320/IMG_4756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend's little boys often spend Friday's during tax season at our house while their mommy is working.  They are great buddies for Wyatt and Anna, and had fun in the sunshine, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVbs28kI/AAAAAAAABes/_TPaJWOTWUc/s1600-h/IMG_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004334255632962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVbs28kI/AAAAAAAABes/_TPaJWOTWUc/s320/IMG_4755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the finishing touches on  a "pumpkin" pie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVHajAHI/AAAAAAAABek/NpBUiVndxNI/s1600-h/IMG_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004328810119282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pVHajAHI/AAAAAAAABek/NpBUiVndxNI/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pUwbtwtI/AAAAAAAABec/TOOJr4_YWiQ/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004322641003218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pUwbtwtI/AAAAAAAABec/TOOJr4_YWiQ/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pUh-D28I/AAAAAAAABeU/YNN1vdm_4As/s1600-h/IMG_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305004318758525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8pUh-D28I/AAAAAAAABeU/YNN1vdm_4As/s320/IMG_4746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for more days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurry, hurry, Spring!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7036588109987192494?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7036588109987192494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7036588109987192494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7036588109987192494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7036588109987192494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8poqyyXpI/AAAAAAAABe8/PTFL4tAtjUs/s72-c/IMG_4758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5178528037571963309</id><published>2009-02-19T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:59:16.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><title type='text'>I love Kindergarteners</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305001290125841234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8mkPbwk1I/AAAAAAAABeM/LacuO_vNzUc/s320/IMG_4762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wyatt is a little sponge, soaking up information like crazy and making so many observation about the world around him.  I love his age and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; about him.  Here are some things that made me laugh recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8mjl2qiPI/AAAAAAAABeE/UuyDFMhfKeA/s1600-h/IMG_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305001278964402418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8mjl2qiPI/AAAAAAAABeE/UuyDFMhfKeA/s320/IMG_4760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "Mom, you should never think that Eskimo's are chubby, they just look chubby cause they have to wear lots of layers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Me: Wyatt, do you want to play t-ball?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wy&lt;/span&gt;: No!! Why would I want to hit a ball with a little skinny bat? That's hard!! I want to play tennis, because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;racket&lt;/span&gt; is bigger and it would be much easier to hit the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  "Mom, why do girls have to wear that thing all the way around their privates? (referring to a bra)......is it because they want to look cool or something?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, MY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5178528037571963309?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5178528037571963309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5178528037571963309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5178528037571963309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5178528037571963309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-kindergarteners.html' title='I love Kindergarteners'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZ8mkPbwk1I/AAAAAAAABeM/LacuO_vNzUc/s72-c/IMG_4762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6261018684174709046</id><published>2009-02-15T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:37:24.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a confession to make (in case you didn't already know). I married a man who doesn't cook. Thankfully, I love that chore, and would much rather be cooking dinner after a long day while he entertains the kids. Cooking is therapeutic for me and I'm so glad God thought to pair me up with this guy who will wrestle with the kids while I'm in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't go without saying that Craig is an awesome BBQer and he can make a mean bowl of cereal (according to Wyatt). However the last time he cooked me dinner was approximately 12 years ago when we were dating in college, and he attempted a recipe for Spare Ribs. The recipe called for red wine and being he was about 19 at the time and didn't have access to red wine, he substituted the red wine for, get this ladies.......RED WINE VINEGAR. Lets just say ribs simmered in a cup of red wine vinegar end up tasting, well, very vinegary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, when he suggested that we cook together for our Valentines dinner, I was shocked, but also thought it sounded like a fun idea. I can't remember when or if we have ever cooked together....perhaps in our early marriage years when we didn't have little ones to entertain. We talked about making something fun, something we'd really like, but something the kids probably wouldn't eat since they'd be in bed anyway. We realized several years ago that we both love Thai food and we were given this humongous Thai cookbook (seriously 4 inches wide) which we have never made anything from. We decided on a pretty simple recipe for Cashew Chicken. After the kids went to bed we started cooking. I started coconut rice and Craig cut up the chicken. I chopped veggies and Craig stir fried. The end result was pretty tasty....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZjJEfjDQZI/AAAAAAAABd8/TKxPem3OW94/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303209640253931922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZjJEfjDQZI/AAAAAAAABd8/TKxPem3OW94/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we may be on to something here. I'm already pouring over this baby deciding which recipe we'll try next. I just had to take a picture to prove how ginormous this thing is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZjJENPVViI/AAAAAAAABd0/-Q3jGsMpeUA/s1600-h/IMG_4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303209635339392546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZjJENPVViI/AAAAAAAABd0/-Q3jGsMpeUA/s320/IMG_4743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your V-day was lovely. I also got another personalized CD from my sweetie with a note explaining why he chose each song. I 'm sure I have already listened to it a dozen times. I love that guy, and his red wine vinegar. :)&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/21463828-6261018684174709046?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6261018684174709046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6261018684174709046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6261018684174709046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6261018684174709046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZjJEfjDQZI/AAAAAAAABd8/TKxPem3OW94/s72-c/IMG_4742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4780035338187853058</id><published>2009-02-14T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:01:07.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>my sweetheart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday afternoon the sun was shining and we were in need of some fresh air.  I was also overdue to take some 3 year old pictures of Anna so I snapped a few of her while we were outside playing in the yard.  Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTNsII-9I/AAAAAAAABds/W2Mj9Iz4k98/s1600-h/IMG_4720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728212156578770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTNsII-9I/AAAAAAAABds/W2Mj9Iz4k98/s320/IMG_4720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTNLfVLSI/AAAAAAAABdk/1fvC7YuNWx0/s1600-h/IMG_4733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728203395476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTNLfVLSI/AAAAAAAABdk/1fvC7YuNWx0/s320/IMG_4733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTMgpX_RI/AAAAAAAABdc/UFl7S39ofxQ/s1600-h/IMG_4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728191894879506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTMgpX_RI/AAAAAAAABdc/UFl7S39ofxQ/s320/IMG_4694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is hard to photograph because she is contantly moving and doing fake smiles.  The only way I could get her to act natural was to have her sing "Jesus Loves Me" and "Frosty the Snowman".  It distracted her enough from the camera....here are a few silly ones that capture her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSgCArhdI/AAAAAAAABdU/ei1Hf1jo5pU/s1600-h/IMG_4690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302727427756885458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSgCArhdI/AAAAAAAABdU/ei1Hf1jo5pU/s320/IMG_4690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSfj5f7WI/AAAAAAAABdM/K_ZlOoK4OJA/s1600-h/IMG_4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302727419673701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSfj5f7WI/AAAAAAAABdM/K_ZlOoK4OJA/s320/IMG_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSfXZs0CI/AAAAAAAABdE/v29N8kiXPUc/s1600-h/IMG_4728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302727416319103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcSfXZs0CI/AAAAAAAABdE/v29N8kiXPUc/s320/IMG_4728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4780035338187853058?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4780035338187853058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4780035338187853058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4780035338187853058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4780035338187853058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sweetheart.html' title='my sweetheart...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZcTNsII-9I/AAAAAAAABds/W2Mj9Iz4k98/s72-c/IMG_4720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5786990886664033590</id><published>2009-02-09T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:46:24.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>I wanna cook with you mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZCHbJ0ekeI/AAAAAAAABc0/vXDnN-4Kvcs/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885661977317858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZCHbJ0ekeI/AAAAAAAABc0/vXDnN-4Kvcs/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (nice "smile" Anna!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cooking with mom can be anything from stirring pudding, putting dollops of whipped cream on the top of the pudding (and sneaking licks off the spoon), to dividing out fruits and veggies onto lunch plates. It can mean topping sandwiches with bread, adding forks and spoons to plates and carrying things over to the table.   See, "cook" has a very different definition to a 3 year old.  It can be anything you want it to be!  Anna is my little cook in training everyday and it makes me happy to hear her say, "I wanna cook with you mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ama for the apron you made. She wears it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-5786990886664033590?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5786990886664033590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5786990886664033590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5786990886664033590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5786990886664033590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-cook-with-you-mom.html' title='I wanna cook with you mom...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SZCHbJ0ekeI/AAAAAAAABc0/vXDnN-4Kvcs/s72-c/IMG_4674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1754685095610549295</id><published>2009-02-02T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:13:54.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wyatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>Anna's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday evening Wyatt and Anna were playing in her room together. He had a brush and wanted me to take her braid out of her hair so that she could be a princess. I said sure and though nothing of it. A while later I walked back down the hall to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wyatt&lt;/span&gt; with a pair of scissors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in his&lt;/span&gt; hand and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chunk&lt;/span&gt; of Anna's hair in his fist. I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to say how I reacted, but lets just say there was yelling, tears, and a worried husband rushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to find out what in the world had happened. Wyatt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;claims&lt;/span&gt; he was trying to make Anna "beautiful princess" by cutting her hair, and Anna was crying saying that she didn't want her hair cut and to put it back. I was on my way out the door to pick up Will so I left Craig to deal with the situation, and it was probably a good thing because I was able to calm down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I got back home and surveyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; damage I realized it was not all that bad. The section of hair he cut is underneath her top layer so it hides pretty well. However I was still kinda shaken up so Craig offered to call my friend who does my hair and see if she could come by and give her opinion. She was so sweet and stopped by, and agreed with us that not much could be done. But while she was here I decided to have her give Anna a little trim anyway since she has never had her hair officially cut (by anyone other than me). Anna loved it and I'm so glad I thought to pull my camera out and take pictures. She was giddy with excitement and it turned everything around into a fun experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOKLKNFDI/AAAAAAAABcs/9P7GGjraM3g/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430160814281778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOKLKNFDI/AAAAAAAABcs/9P7GGjraM3g/s320/IMG_4636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOKPrm2tI/AAAAAAAABck/_co4evptSpA/s1600-h/IMG_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430162028124882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOKPrm2tI/AAAAAAAABck/_co4evptSpA/s320/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOJ8L6C1I/AAAAAAAABcc/Vz5l7gW15y8/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430156794891090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOJ8L6C1I/AAAAAAAABcc/Vz5l7gW15y8/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOJ7XP_nI/AAAAAAAABcU/Z8Qcg5vQHMA/s1600-h/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430156574031474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOJ7XP_nI/AAAAAAAABcU/Z8Qcg5vQHMA/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes, these pictures posted in reverse order. And yes, Anna is really into the fake smile with squinty eyes right now.  And yes, I knew I would be getting off lucky if nothing like this ever happened!  And yes, I know I am really anal about my daughters hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1754685095610549295?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1754685095610549295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1754685095610549295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1754685095610549295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1754685095610549295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/annas-first-haircut.html' title='Anna&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYfOKLKNFDI/AAAAAAAABcs/9P7GGjraM3g/s72-c/IMG_4636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5775173657723835075</id><published>2009-01-30T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:48:27.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leftovers can be a good things.  I try and eat up our leftover dinners about once a week.  Easy dinner night for me, and it keeps my fridge clear of all those Rubbermaid containers.  Leftovers in the laundry basket are another matter.  I have a continual cycle of leftover socks at my house.  Here they sit in the bottom of the basket, and as I pull fresh clothes from the dryer the socks get buried beneath hoping to be matched up and rescued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYNj3QZo1yI/AAAAAAAABcM/NwFQyKnqdsw/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297187387664291618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYNj3QZo1yI/AAAAAAAABcM/NwFQyKnqdsw/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It happened twice today.  Two socks in the bottom of my basket were re-united with their mate and now lay snug in their drawer.  But the others are left, wondering when it might be their turn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that if I toss them, I'll only end up with more.  So here they'll stay, inevitably.  Looks like I'm stuck with these leftovers for awhile.&lt;br /&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/21463828-5775173657723835075?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5775173657723835075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5775173657723835075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5775173657723835075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5775173657723835075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SYNj3QZo1yI/AAAAAAAABcM/NwFQyKnqdsw/s72-c/IMG_4628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-323940962170782590</id><published>2009-01-24T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:36:48.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another visit from the tooth fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I was wiggling Wyatt's tooth and got it pretty loose.  I was too afraid to pull it out though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I had already heard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crackling&lt;/span&gt; sound of a loose tooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; from the gums.  You know the sound, it makes ya jump and ask, "did that hurt?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wyatt wasn't phased and I told him to go to sleep and that it would probably fall out in the next couple days.  About 10 minutes later he comes out to the living room and says, "mom, I totally lost my tooth".  Sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;, his mouth is full of blood and he's holding the tooth he yanked out.  We were all super excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the cutie with his missing tooth "window" as he likes to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXuyQbAJihI/AAAAAAAABcE/CNweQVAFny8/s1600-h/IMG_4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295021782100183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXuyQbAJihI/AAAAAAAABcE/CNweQVAFny8/s320/IMG_4614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/21463828-323940962170782590?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/323940962170782590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=323940962170782590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/323940962170782590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/323940962170782590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-visit-from-tooth-fairy.html' title='another visit from the tooth fairy'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXuyQbAJihI/AAAAAAAABcE/CNweQVAFny8/s72-c/IMG_4614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-4023252268493459117</id><published>2009-01-23T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:46:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this instead</title><content type='html'>This morning I tried to post pictures of a little hike we took last Sunday.  I uploaded them three times and kept getting error messages so I gave up.  Later today I read my wonderful, amazing, and hilarious friend Darbi's blog and I couldn't resist blogging about it instead.  It is way funnier and more entertaining than some pictures of a hike would have been.  And I need an updated blog post so I'm taking the lazy route.  Go &lt;a href="http://handfullofjohnsons.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if you've yet to read it and see if you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope you don't mind, Darb!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-4023252268493459117?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4023252268493459117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=4023252268493459117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4023252268493459117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/4023252268493459117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-this-instead.html' title='Read this instead'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5336145110162602918</id><published>2009-01-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:01:06.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His pride and joy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXUhTp-zFMI/AAAAAAAABaY/0L9wA6rm84c/s1600-h/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293173558614365378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXUhTp-zFMI/AAAAAAAABaY/0L9wA6rm84c/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXUhTXwTFiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/hqjdDCLPV6w/s1600-h/IMG_4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293173553721710114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXUhTXwTFiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/hqjdDCLPV6w/s320/IMG_4605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today marks a record catch for Craig.  This steel head was 15 lbs. and 35", and is to date, the biggest one he's ever caught.  He and my Dad went fishing together on the Alsea river and both limited out with two fish a piece.  They were beyond excited when they returned home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fish is on our menu this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5336145110162602918?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5336145110162602918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5336145110162602918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5336145110162602918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5336145110162602918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-pride-and-joy.html' title='His pride and joy....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SXUhTp-zFMI/AAAAAAAABaY/0L9wA6rm84c/s72-c/IMG_4604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-3726128941806886621</id><published>2009-01-16T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:41:23.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really have anything exciting to blog about, but my blog is haunting me because I have been neglecting it lately.  Ever since MOPS on Tuesday I have been in a organization/cleaning mode and it feels good to be getting things in order and wasting less time on the computer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first week in January I got serious (again) about exercising and eating right. And I didn't lose any weight until today.  I have lost ONE measly pound.  But I am sticking with it because I feel so much better and I know it is good for me in many areas to be committed to to exercise and eating healthy foods.  Which brings me to my first poll question above.  I would like your input on what is most important to YOU in losing weight.  I know you will be tempted to say, BOTH diet and exercise are important, but you have to make a decision and pick just one.  Leave a comment with any thoughts and vote on the poll.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the best I can do for a blog post.  Happy Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-3726128941806886621?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3726128941806886621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=3726128941806886621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3726128941806886621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/3726128941806886621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-blog.html' title='Nothing to blog...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-1485939868254819415</id><published>2009-01-09T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:08:12.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><title type='text'>Braids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWexWo8Z5MI/AAAAAAAABaE/4mGMFCzsUi4/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289391289875948738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWexWo8Z5MI/AAAAAAAABaE/4mGMFCzsUi4/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many things I love about having a little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-1485939868254819415?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1485939868254819415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=1485939868254819415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1485939868254819415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/1485939868254819415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/braids.html' title='Braids'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWexWo8Z5MI/AAAAAAAABaE/4mGMFCzsUi4/s72-c/IMG_4477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6629863264880626117</id><published>2009-01-05T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:09:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were sleeping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing melts my heart quite like gazing at my sleeping children.  Anna has been on a nap fast for the past few weeks.  She's at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; stage, where she probably would nap, but it sometimes feels easier to have her skip the nap and go to sleep earlier and more easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes she just can't help taking a little snooze on the couch.  And I just can't help but snap about 20 pictures of my sleeping beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIvDnSUliI/AAAAAAAABZ8/zbl-xbu2UmU/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840651618326050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIvDnSUliI/AAAAAAAABZ8/zbl-xbu2UmU/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIujLfHpYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/zddJK8JUTyY/s1600-h/IMG_4432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in Grants Pass over New Years the kiddos all share a room.  We put Anna to sleep in a pack and play, which she thinks is really neat since she gets to pretend she's a baby.  Before going to bed I peeked in at them and found she had crawled into bed with the brothers.  And again, I couldn't resist snapping a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIug5ry6DI/AAAAAAAABZs/XegO1fd17eA/s1600-h/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840055261587506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIug5ry6DI/AAAAAAAABZs/XegO1fd17eA/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-6629863264880626117?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6629863264880626117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6629863264880626117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6629863264880626117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6629863264880626117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While you were sleeping...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SWIvDnSUliI/AAAAAAAABZ8/zbl-xbu2UmU/s72-c/IMG_4532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-5898818613069810596</id><published>2008-12-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:22:09.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year my sister Paige, who usually brings all the traditional goodies to our Christmas Eve celebration is with her family in beautiful Hawaii for Christmas. So, I stepped it up a notch and did a ton of baking. It sure helped being 'stuck' at home due to the snow, with lots of time on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is pretty much the only Santa thing we do with the kids. I made these Santa cookies with my mom growing up, and they are a fun family tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHR5b7z9fI/AAAAAAAABZk/IwvQQcGGBaE/s1600-h/IMG_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234622563677682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHR5b7z9fI/AAAAAAAABZk/IwvQQcGGBaE/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You buy (or make your own) sugar cookie dough in the roll. Since I had lots of time on my hands I made the dough and rolled it up in wax paper and put it in the freezer til I was ready to use it. When you are ready to make your Santa's you slice it. Each Santa takes two circles. One for the head and the other makes up the whiskers and hat. You cut the sides off the circle, angled in a little, to form one triangle and two sort of semi-circle wedges. I should have taken pictures since I'm not sure that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHR5PxovAI/AAAAAAAABZc/ORqI0Wf-7g8/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234619299773442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHR5PxovAI/AAAAAAAABZc/ORqI0Wf-7g8/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But anyway, then you put his triangle hat on his head and place the semi-circle whisker wedges down on his face. Bake at 350 for about 8-9 minutes and cool. Have fun decorating. I use chocolate chips for eyes and frost the hat and whiskers white. We used heart shaped candies for the lips, but you could do red gel frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRaBn9BSI/AAAAAAAABZU/HmyliGNZHL4/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234082925118754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRaBn9BSI/AAAAAAAABZU/HmyliGNZHL4/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also carried on the gingerbread house tradition. Wyatt made one at his one day of school last week, but it was falling apart when he brought it home. So we used the milk carton from his house and "re-constructed" it. Extreme Home makeover would be proud. Above is the completed house with a sled, snowman, mushroom patch, flower patch, and slide.  Very fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZwLsZgI/AAAAAAAABZM/QGPMuDojjXg/s1600-h/IMG_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234078243186178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZwLsZgI/AAAAAAAABZM/QGPMuDojjXg/s320/IMG_4314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three working together was a little interesting.....but we managed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZh59gwI/AAAAAAAABZE/_O80SOG5NHk/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234074410713858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZh59gwI/AAAAAAAABZE/_O80SOG5NHk/s320/IMG_4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZOxrWxI/AAAAAAAABY8/TRe6WCjxUCY/s1600-h/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234069275695890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHRZOxrWxI/AAAAAAAABY8/TRe6WCjxUCY/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-5898818613069810596?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5898818613069810596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=5898818613069810596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5898818613069810596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/5898818613069810596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas cheer'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SVHR5b7z9fI/AAAAAAAABZk/IwvQQcGGBaE/s72-c/IMG_4307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-6334975491427211767</id><published>2008-12-17T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:14:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best birthday present...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craig painted our bedroom walls this  beachy green/blue color I have been dreaming about for a while, and I wanted to post a picture of the result.  I love the color and it really is a wonderful bday present.  I pretty much sat around on the computer and did some organizing back here while he painted.  He's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUmSgIukNeI/AAAAAAAABY0/fazg0hvrnYc/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280913118864881122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUmSgIukNeI/AAAAAAAABY0/fazg0hvrnYc/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I open a package from my friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jessicapasson.typepad.com"&gt;Jessie&lt;/a&gt;.  Late this summer she took pictures of us on the beach and she surprised me with the folio of two of her favorites of Craig and I.  I really treasure it because it is so seldom we get pictures taken of just the two of us and they were taken shortly after our 10 year anniversary.  She did an awesome job of picking out the color on the outside.  It totally matches our new paint color and is now on a little shelf above our bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUmSfQFo9dI/AAAAAAAABYs/9xbLt_JykKs/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280913103660840402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUmSfQFo9dI/AAAAAAAABYs/9xbLt_JykKs/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a fantastic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-6334975491427211767?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6334975491427211767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=6334975491427211767' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6334975491427211767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/6334975491427211767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-birthday-present.html' title='the best birthday present...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUmSgIukNeI/AAAAAAAABY0/fazg0hvrnYc/s72-c/IMG_4275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7697026037225468281</id><published>2008-12-15T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:22:57.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I {heart} snow days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent part of the day at our friend's home, playing in the snow and sliding down hills.  Next we rented 4 movies to keep us occupied for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also been baking Christmas cookies like crazy.  It sure helps to have another adult around to coral the kiddos while I'm in the kitchen!  He also did the dishes and folded three loads of laundry.  What a guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcOPx-q0vI/AAAAAAAABYk/8dWBt6Ko6Lk/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204752392213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcOPx-q0vI/AAAAAAAABYk/8dWBt6Ko6Lk/s320/IMG_4241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcOPZGSrZI/AAAAAAAABYc/WFtXfwvadPE/s1600-h/IMG_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204745713298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcOPZGSrZI/AAAAAAAABYc/WFtXfwvadPE/s320/IMG_4251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNyV8u7AI/AAAAAAAABYQ/9dWlFKLb0Tc/s1600-h/IMG_4272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204246651694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNyV8u7AI/AAAAAAAABYQ/9dWlFKLb0Tc/s320/IMG_4272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNyIMX_-I/AAAAAAAABYE/vbTDOXju87Q/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204242959204322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNyIMX_-I/AAAAAAAABYE/vbTDOXju87Q/s320/IMG_4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNx3cnREI/AAAAAAAABX4/1tcqQTJ-nrI/s1600-h/IMG_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204238463910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcNx3cnREI/AAAAAAAABX4/1tcqQTJ-nrI/s320/IMG_4252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another "day off" and Craig has mentioned painting the ceilings throughout the house and our bedroom walls a new color.  Something I have been wanting to do for at least a couple years now, and I even have a color picked out, ready and waiting for an opportunity such as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited to see what we will accomplish this week around here.  Getting this unexpected family time together is so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy this winter weather and stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21463828-7697026037225468281?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7697026037225468281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7697026037225468281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7697026037225468281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7697026037225468281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-heart-snow-days.html' title='I {heart} snow days...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SUcOPx-q0vI/AAAAAAAABYk/8dWBt6Ko6Lk/s72-c/IMG_4241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21463828.post-7382021672433961763</id><published>2008-12-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:14:47.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree is up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say I am really fortunate this year to have a "pretty" tree.  We usually have fun cutting one down in the woods or going to a cheep tree farm (and trying to find the BEST $10 tree), but this year we were offered a free Noble Fir!  I have learned that once we get all our special decorations on it, the tree doesn't really matter so much to me.  But I AM enjoying the nice trimmed look of this tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the three after we decorated LATE friday night.  This picture cracks me up. Wyatt has his basketball gear on and Anna's in her princess dress.  Fun times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxEHU8BauI/AAAAAAAABDc/w2IAtXLZDfs/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167756041612002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxEHU8BauI/AAAAAAAABDc/w2IAtXLZDfs/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year the kids get a new ornament and our tree is becoming pretty loaded.  It was fun to see the kids pull out their ornaments and actually remember which ones were theirs from years past.  (I don't even remember without looking on the backs!)  We usually do a tree in the boys bedroom, but didn't this year....I think next year it will be a must with the amount of ornaments we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxEHHht8pI/AAAAAAAABDU/BL8xt2VJ4m8/s1600-h/IMG_4215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167752441623186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxEHHht8pI/AAAAAAAABDU/BL8xt2VJ4m8/s320/IMG_4215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe Montana even made in on our tree this year!  When Craig and I married his mom gave us a big box of all his ornaments growing up.  Along with Joe, we had a fisherman Santa and several basketball themed ornaments.  I remember going out and buying a box of sparkly gold balls and a box of little gold churches to add to our collection.  Now we have one church and one of those gold balls left!  I admit, I struggled with Joe Montana on my Christmas tree for a while, but now he, and a red 49ers ball hang proudly on our tree interspersed with my snowman collection and all my white ornaments.  And I've come to realize it's just a reflection of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDlH5aISI/AAAAAAAABDM/AxfLf-JPAvA/s1600-h/IMG_4210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167168425435426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDlH5aISI/AAAAAAAABDM/AxfLf-JPAvA/s320/IMG_4210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I put these in the wrong order but here's my strong husband hauling the tree out.  The sun was setting and I couldn't resist snapping this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDk66HZlI/AAAAAAAABDE/0LdKpB3SK3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167164938741330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDk66HZlI/AAAAAAAABDE/0LdKpB3SK3Q/s320/IMG_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, we finally decided on one.  After searching for about and hour they all started looking the same.  The kids were tired and cold and we headed back for some hot chocolate around the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDkdW-n6I/AAAAAAAABC8/y_eilbYRpDU/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167157006737314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxDkdW-n6I/AAAAAAAABC8/y_eilbYRpDU/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking more and more like Christmas around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21463828-7382021672433961763?l=thebuttonfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7382021672433961763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21463828&amp;postID=7382021672433961763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7382021672433961763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21463828/posts/default/7382021672433961763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebuttonfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-is-up.html' title='The tree is up!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595779765596882132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/SqH1KiroiRI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8XyhOLHZuUs/S220/IMG_6434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0e6gV7bWU04/STxEHU8BauI/AAAAAAAABDc/w2IAtXLZDfs/s72-c/IMG_4219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
