<?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-2241912417902344218</id><updated>2011-08-09T10:50:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2197484250269895806</id><published>2011-03-06T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:17:49.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>I forgot this thing even existed.  So sad.  To you, who actually like to know what we are up to, here's an update:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few months have been interesting to say the least.  I've taken up working a few jobs part time and have really liked this change.  I'm doing some bookkeeping and transcription along with my babysitting.  Christmas was great, we took the kids to Disneyworld and to see my parents in Florida for a week.  We had a BLAST!  It was so fun to watch the kids go on the rides and hear their squeals of delight.  It is hard to say what was more fun - watching my parents love the rides or the kids. :)  Needless to say, we have some fun pictures decorating our fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January officially made Matt as old man (37 is SO much older than 33), February had us celebrating 11 yrs together, and now we are looking forward to trips galore as the summer approaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the kids, Brandt is getting smarter and smarter each day.  He is still quite the ladies man as he has 'a girl that is a friend.'  He just recently finished his Bear badge in Cubscouts and is constantly reading and helping around the house.  Talia lost a couple of teeth and was sorely disappointed when the tooth fairy forget not one night, but two nights in a row to hand over the dough. Stupid fairy. She was also recently tested for the Gifted/Talented program at school.  We're excited our little achiever will be pushed.  Hopefully she won't push them to the limit. :)  Aeron is the clown of the bunch and makes us laugh with all his antics.  He is loving preschool and will proudly proclaim, 'Green means I'm being good.  Yellow means I need to 'slow down.' And orange means, 'Oh no, I'm gonna get in trouble!' He is a favorite among his teachers even though he gets into mischief quite often (or maybe because of it).    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, life is good and we're grateful to friends and family for their love and support.  Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2197484250269895806?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2197484250269895806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2197484250269895806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2197484250269895806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2197484250269895806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-9211254218435707517</id><published>2010-11-11T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:10:24.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand All Amazed</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here staring at the screen.  Blogs are kinda funny to me.  I originally started this as a, "Hey!  This is what we're up to"  and now its become more of a blind, "I'm sending this into the oblivion" deal.  Most times, I forget that people actually read this.  I honestly don't know why they find my ramblings interesting, but its always a shock to receive input.  Not that I don't appreciate it, I am just always surprised.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately.  Mostly about how crazy life can be and what kinds of things we're supposed to learn from our challenges.  It has made me think a lot about God and what this life really is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed at the challenges that people go through.  But even more so, I am amazed at the people going through them.  A crisis/challenge/trial in itself can be devastating.  Emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually...  One would expect a person to break while experiencing such madness.  And maybe we do break.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What amazes me the most, is when that person that has been pushed down &amp;amp; shattered finds the strength to stand up and walk.  That sheer act of will.  Each agonizing step.  It makes me a believer.  It makes me hope.  It makes me want to stand.  It makes me want to reach out.  It makes me remember that life can be beautiful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-9211254218435707517?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9211254218435707517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=9211254218435707517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9211254218435707517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9211254218435707517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-that-time-again.html' title='I Stand All Amazed'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-8805192198436758707</id><published>2010-10-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:34:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent Ramblings of a Crazy Person</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself just 'floating' along and realize that maybe you're not ok with it?  So what happens when the floating finally bugs you enough that you start to question life and how you got to where you are?  There are so many things in my life that I would like to change but I feel overwhelmed at the task.  And so I sit down.  Ahh, that's better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, is it just because I'm a lazy person or is it deeper than that?  As superficial as this next statement is, and trust me, I realize that its shallow &amp;amp; stupid; So don't feel like you have to agree...  I am finding that lately, I'm untouchable in the compliment dept.  Nothing seems to get below my skin.  Why is that - when all I really want to feel is valued and special.  I mean, really, isn't that what we all want out of our simple lives?  To feel good in our own skin?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while there, I felt myself slipping into deep, dark oblivion and although currently, I might have stopped slipping, I still feel like I'm just hanging onto a ledge and am hoping my hands don't start to sweat.  Is this normal?  Is this what real people feel like?  The factor that drives me the most mad in all of this fumbling around, is that I think that I'm magnifying everything.  Why is it when one thing is off balance in life, everything else seems to be on that same tilted axis?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows?  Maybe I just need a V-8.&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/2241912417902344218-8805192198436758707?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8805192198436758707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=8805192198436758707&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8805192198436758707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8805192198436758707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/incoherent-ramblings-of-crazy-person.html' title='Incoherent Ramblings of a Crazy Person'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1437845660713524223</id><published>2010-08-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:32:27.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Adjust Your Screen</title><content type='html'>Don't freak out, its a real post.  I know, its been a while (to say the least).  It seems that no matter how many times I start a journaling project, I always neglect it along the way.  Hmmm, so recap?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June: School getting out and then trying to put together some sort of schedule so the kids don't forget everything they learned.  Full of swim lessons being rained out, and rescheduled. (At least I THINK that was June!)  One of the problems with recapping 2 months later.  My computer needed to be overhauled and so all of my calendaring items were deleted.  &amp;amp; Yes, I know that its pathetic when you can't remember what you did when its not recorded online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July: Full of birthdays (Mine &amp;amp; A's - My baby is 3!!).  I saw WICKED for the first time and fell in love with it. LOTS of time spent at the pool.  Girl's camp &amp;amp; a quickie girl's weekend (pictures to follow - or not, if I'm honest with myself).    Splurging on new toys (a laptop &amp;amp; iPod - but the iPod was free, so I don't feel so bad about that.) We also bought yet another new weed eater.  I know that you are all on the edge of your seats as I talk about our boring financials...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August:  Missing friends that moved away.  Gearing up for B's baptism, visits from parents, B's birthday party, School starting for TWO of my kids (AHHHHHH!) and lamenting the fact that we didn't fit in a summer vacation.  (All the while still worrying/wondering what the future has in store for us - Stupid Obama!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little girl is starting school.  Its kinda funny talking to her about it.  Some days she's so excited she screams, and then others, she holds me close and tells me she's scared.  My baby...  And then, in October, A will begin preschool 3 days a week.  M keeps hinting that there probably won't be a better opportunity to have a baby and I politely smile back, and then change the topic.  :)  He then approaches an equally dangerous subject of me going back to work.  And at that point I distract him again using more persuasive means.  And so the cycle continues...  Have I mentioned, I don't like making decisions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to all my loved ones who actually read this - I do love you and think of you quite a lot.  &amp;amp; I'm sorry that I've been silent for so long.  Miss you too. -A  (If you get tired of waiting, you can always check Facebook for an extremely ambiguous daily status.) :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1437845660713524223?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1437845660713524223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1437845660713524223&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1437845660713524223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1437845660713524223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-not-adjust-your-screen.html' title='Do Not Adjust Your Screen'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2281184801582867510</id><published>2010-05-20T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:50:53.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking on the Bone</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you are about to be swallowed whole by your fear?  Well, that's how I've been feeling for quite some time.  And so I've done what I do best, ignore it.  Well, at least I thought I was good at ignoring it.  But blast it all, "it" wouldn't go away like I hoped it would.  And now that I've admitted 'it' I guess there's really only one thing to do (apart from continuing this fruitless ignoring crap).  Take a step forward and hope that when I fall (cause I will!) it won't hurt TOO badly.  My one saving grace in all of this self-doubt/fear, etc: Matt.  At least HE has faith in me and while I may not have it in myself, at least I'll have him to hold my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2281184801582867510?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2281184801582867510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2281184801582867510&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2281184801582867510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2281184801582867510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/choking-on-bone.html' title='Choking on the Bone'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-6728226785093532892</id><published>2010-04-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:37:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Feats by My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a345a8289c822af" 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://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a345a8289c822af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020740%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79F5F58861AC9EFCDA1DF78FEFAE38C484BD425D.469338EC34FEDB38BD627842EBEEC3EDA1A89135%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a345a8289c822af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG4w45aebM4nfDA9L4xXqxja_4Ss&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://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a345a8289c822af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020740%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79F5F58861AC9EFCDA1DF78FEFAE38C484BD425D.469338EC34FEDB38BD627842EBEEC3EDA1A89135%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a345a8289c822af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG4w45aebM4nfDA9L4xXqxja_4Ss&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pretty good chuckle out of this.  Hope it brightens your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-6728226785093532892?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6728226785093532892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=6728226785093532892&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6728226785093532892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6728226785093532892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-feats-by-my-children.html' title='Amazing Feats by My Children'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4130719768167297133</id><published>2010-02-01T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:00:42.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheepish, Stupid, &amp; Shallow = Irony</title><content type='html'>So I'm feeling a bit sheepish.  I don't think I'm the shallow/arrogant type, but then I find myself talking about really stupidly shallow things with people over and over and I wonder if they view me that way and if that's all they think I want to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I like stupid and shallow things, but I hope that people don't define me by that.  I truly hope that they can see past my stupidity and get to what's really me.  But then again, maybe they see that shallow/stupid layer and say, WHOA!  REVERSE! all the while thinking, "Really??  Is that it?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's me, sending my stupid/shallow insecurity into the void hoping that I won't wake up feeling this way tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ironic part: I blog about how selfish people see me.  Isn't that in itself, selfish &amp;amp; shallow?!  ...Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4130719768167297133?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4130719768167297133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4130719768167297133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4130719768167297133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4130719768167297133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheepish-stupid-shallow-irony.html' title='Sheepish, Stupid, &amp; Shallow = Irony'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5675136504148086108</id><published>2009-12-14T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:13:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Fabulously Famous";  panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610612569 1342177354 0 0 273 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:""; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Cowley/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.jpg" title="Christmas 2009 v3"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SybTuEurGqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ib9EZHBw_nU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SybTuEurGqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ib9EZHBw_nU/s400/Christmas+2009+v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415248390456548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;Brandt (7) continues his love of reading, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; grade, making projects, telling Mom and Dad all about the wonderful facts that he’s learning, being a big helper with the other two, crusading about why he needs a dog, and is becoming an expert in persuasion and manipulation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately, he’s become obsessed with defeating the world against Darth Vader’s evil-ness (aka: LEGOs Star Wars). Matt is pride incarnate! &lt;i&gt;(Wait, I thought pride was evil… nice.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brandt has also begun to take piano lessons and is really enjoying it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; &lt;s&gt;such a joy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;manly and cool&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;Talia (5) is our enforcer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As sweet and caring as she is, she loves to let you know when you’re ‘in trouble!’ She uses a ‘sneak attack’ form of discipline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything is wonderful and roses, until a rule is broken and then its like WWE &lt;i&gt;(that’s WWF for you old-timers)&lt;/i&gt; in High Definition!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is still quite the princess and loves to play dress-up, make crafts, and is becoming quite the expert at coloring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is currently in her second year of preschool and absolutely loves it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She recently took a midnight trip to the hospital with Dad for her first asthma attack &lt;i&gt;(Ahh, good times! Especially when she hurled all over the equipment, the nurse, and me)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately she was very blessed and pulled through just fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;Aeron (2) is VERY two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s into everything and takes delight in seeing how fast he can do it while our backs are turned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m quite amazed at his efficiency; I only wish I could hone his mad skills!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are constantly laughing at his antics as he’s turning into quite the comic/entertainer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He LOVES to wrestle with his dad and Brandt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is 100% boy and loves anything to do with running, sports, making funny noises, trains, cars, motorcycles, and making people laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re lucky to have him and all his spunk in our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;Matt (complete with aching back and gray hair) is still hard at work at Lockheed/NASA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He likes to tell people what to do and so his position works well for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These people actually listen!! &lt;i&gt;(Ehh, not really I just pretend like they do – it makes the day go faster.)&lt;/i&gt; He is so great with the kids and they tackle him the moment he walks in the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s been playing football on Saturday mornings with our ward and comes home boasting of how amazing he is and how many touchdowns he makes &lt;i&gt;(I am pretty amazing)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally, I think this is meant to compensate for all the moaning and limping he does for days afterward &lt;i&gt;(Totally untrue, by the way).&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;Amber (forever young and spry) is having a great time with the kids &lt;i&gt;(Facebook)&lt;/i&gt;, her church calling (still in YW) &lt;i&gt;(Facebook)&lt;/i&gt;, and painting the house &lt;i&gt;(and Facebook).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This last May, I decided that I was sick of looking like I did, and got my rear in gear and lost 20 lbs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully, these lost pounds will not be ‘found’ any time soon as we are looking forward to our 10yr Anniversary in February sans kids (Thanks Mom and Dad!!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re headed to the Caribbean, and are like 2 kids waiting for Christmas to come &lt;i&gt;(actually, it’s like one adult and one kid)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;May you have a wonderful Holiday Season and that the Spirit of Christmas touches your hearts and homes.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9.5pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&amp;amp;, Amber and Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;(Commentary by Matt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5675136504148086108?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5675136504148086108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5675136504148086108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5675136504148086108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5675136504148086108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/v-behaviorurldefaultvml-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SybTuEurGqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ib9EZHBw_nU/s72-c/Christmas+2009+v3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5403923749759828366</id><published>2009-10-31T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:46:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I pretty much suck at this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going with my softball team to an Astros game.  SO much fun!!  I sure miss playing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SuyhmGfGGdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/sLEUHlssN_Y/s1600-h/100_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SuyhmGfGGdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/sLEUHlssN_Y/s400/100_3330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398867729258518994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he a hottie?!?  I'm such a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg2AhXrLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fpLnpIcTc-E/s1600-h/100_1182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg2AhXrLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fpLnpIcTc-E/s400/100_1182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398866903023725746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off our muscles at the beach a couple of weeks ago.  Gotta love TX in the Fall - you can still hit the beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg17-xppI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lErxX_mGtu4/s1600-h/100_1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg17-xppI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lErxX_mGtu4/s400/100_1181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398866901804885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first 5K - WOO HOO!  I did it!!! (It was VERY early in the morning on a Saturday and the photos didn't turn out very well.  I think M was still halfway asleep!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg1RKMQFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/16yI2VJ4STk/s1600-h/100_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyg1RKMQFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/16yI2VJ4STk/s400/100_1184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398866890310041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the Flintstones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyf8LiLcXI/AAAAAAAAAuw/93jq79Te9dk/s1600-h/The+Flintstones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Suyf8LiLcXI/AAAAAAAAAuw/93jq79Te9dk/s400/The+Flintstones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398865909547495794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was looking at my blog - something I haven't done in a LONG time and I thought it was time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that September &amp;amp; October have been a blink and I can't believe November starts tomorrow!  The kids have been really busy with school and A &amp;amp; I have been chillin' at home by ourselves for the majority of the day.  As far as specifics, my memory doesn't retain them.  I'll just try to do better for the next while as this time of year is so wonderful and I hope to share it with you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our ward Halloween party and I thought that I should at least upload a photo to share on one of my favorite holidays!  Hope yours was fabulous!  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5403923749759828366?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5403923749759828366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5403923749759828366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5403923749759828366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5403923749759828366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-pretty-much-suck-at-this.html' title='I pretty much suck at this...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SuyhmGfGGdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/sLEUHlssN_Y/s72-c/100_3330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3089913744634464464</id><published>2009-08-20T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:21:31.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday &amp; Colorado Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 7th Birthday, B!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So242aj1jcI/AAAAAAAAAug/eip9VyHUkvo/s1600-h/100_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153175504948674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So242aj1jcI/AAAAAAAAAug/eip9VyHUkvo/s400/100_1124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first trial with fondant frosting... possibly my last??  Although it did turn out pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So241nnR_eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/li9Ds0bKzJ4/s1600-h/100_1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153161829187042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So241nnR_eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/li9Ds0bKzJ4/s400/100_1123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with Grandma and Grandpa at the Park.  Gotta love those ice cream trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So241JaiuzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/DmxwCdnAPqU/s1600-h/100_1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153153722694450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So241JaiuzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/DmxwCdnAPqU/s400/100_1122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So240nKDslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NN_t_e71Bwk/s1600-h/100_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153144526746194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So240nKDslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NN_t_e71Bwk/s400/100_1109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute buddy brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So240Pc0WlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BJReILVvJ2o/s1600-h/100_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153138162981458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So240Pc0WlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BJReILVvJ2o/s400/100_1099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful view of the Denver valley.  Miss those mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23wTpJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/eh3-D_oTlMw/s1600-h/100_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151971057368322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23wTpJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/eh3-D_oTlMw/s400/100_1080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just enjoying ourselves at viewpoint park &amp;amp; giving the grandparents a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23v1VsgSI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IW-X1mK7OdU/s1600-h/100_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151962922680610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23v1VsgSI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IW-X1mK7OdU/s400/100_1083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A fun ride at the Denver Renaissance Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151942161128210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23un_wWxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3tIs9fgflgI/s400/100_1054.jpg" /&gt;Well, it started out fun. I just love his face!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151954342497602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23vVYBTUI/AAAAAAAAAto/3MuTp2IdGeE/s400/100_1056.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;At least T had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23uP4XgJI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wvmzWKRVMGI/s1600-h/100_1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151935687688338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23uP4XgJI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wvmzWKRVMGI/s400/100_1053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More fun rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23AivWGSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0W-X_Cd6YM8/s1600-h/100_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151150476138786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23AivWGSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0W-X_Cd6YM8/s400/100_1048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing dress-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23ADgmCqI/AAAAAAAAAtI/921Y1QynW1o/s1600-h/100_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151142092769954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So23ADgmCqI/AAAAAAAAAtI/921Y1QynW1o/s400/100_1036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T just HAD to play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22_hNF3qI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8G-DYaSZwbQ/s1600-h/100_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151132884164258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22_hNF3qI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8G-DYaSZwbQ/s400/100_1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had fun playing musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22--aCGpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1lUKrB7gclw/s1600-h/100_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151123543202450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22--aCGpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1lUKrB7gclw/s400/100_1044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22-b8ffdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yGvB8puSJT8/s1600-h/100_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372151114292493778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So22-b8ffdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yGvB8puSJT8/s400/100_1042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2241912417902344218-3089913744634464464?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3089913744634464464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3089913744634464464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3089913744634464464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3089913744634464464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-colorado-catch-up.html' title='Birthday &amp; Colorado Catch-Up'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/So242aj1jcI/AAAAAAAAAug/eip9VyHUkvo/s72-c/100_1124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2790647395684296791</id><published>2009-07-21T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:55:31.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Do What I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom! Let's GO-GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361048204630445858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZE8CS-TyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/cKvewhj_XJE/s400/July09+023.jpg" /&gt;Rock star in the making.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361048200330084882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZE7yRsAhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/10XLPcGLZsk/s400/July09+020.jpg" /&gt;My very own 'Next Top Model.'&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047280667316514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEGQQ_0SI/AAAAAAAAArg/CRYrMmK1j7I/s400/July09+021.jpg" /&gt;My little cuddle-bugs.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361048193273871778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZE7X_WvaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zRLX17dXx4g/s400/July09+019.jpg" /&gt;The big 2! Mmmm, that cake looks good!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361049624747896290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZGOspW7eI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9Kdvj9UKtfA/s400/July09+004.jpg" /&gt;It is DELICIOUS!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361049633211026274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZGPMLIC2I/AAAAAAAAAso/drc7DE53e-s/s400/July09+002.jpg" /&gt; A's B-day Loot!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047880145540706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEpJfvlmI/AAAAAAAAArw/AG-5aZq7a3s/s400/July09+008.jpg" /&gt; The Big 3-2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEqKfDbqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yTOehQ6A87I/s1600-h/July09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047897590951586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEqKfDbqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yTOehQ6A87I/s400/July09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends that helped me celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEpnS5N4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/votpzw-QsVs/s1600-h/July09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047888144709506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZEpnS5N4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/votpzw-QsVs/s400/July09+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2790647395684296791?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2790647395684296791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2790647395684296791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2790647395684296791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2790647395684296791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-do-what-i-do.html' title='Why I Do What I Do'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SmZE8CS-TyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/cKvewhj_XJE/s72-c/July09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5365231996746556669</id><published>2009-06-27T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:13:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Bomb</title><content type='html'>So, A is becoming much more verbal as he nears his 2nd b-day.  His latest word is yes, the F Bomb.  I honestly don't know where he heard it (we're a little more G-rated around our house), but nevertheless, he's spouting it any chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pretty concerned (in between giggling) about this and was trying to get him to say something else instead - all the while trying to figure out what he 'really' meant.  Then, today while we were practicing body parts, I pointed to his feet and said, "A?  What's this?" He then dropped the bomb and the whole world made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, the joys of parenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5365231996746556669?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5365231996746556669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5365231996746556669&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5365231996746556669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5365231996746556669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-bomb.html' title='The F Bomb'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5095685791131751345</id><published>2009-06-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:17:40.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Basketcase</title><content type='html'>Why is it, just when you're starting to feel good and normal (if there is such a state of emotion), that in the next moment you feel completely insecure and just plain dumb???  I must be PMSing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5095685791131751345?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5095685791131751345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5095685791131751345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5095685791131751345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5095685791131751345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotional-basketcase.html' title='Emotional Basketcase'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-9140868377652549627</id><published>2009-06-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:43:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Hey B &amp;amp; T, Did you clean up your mess on the table?" I say as they run out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Brandt (under his breath) "Ohhh, SO close!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They definitely keep my guessing.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fun note, we hit the beach again yesterday and B got to use his BRAND NEW BOOGIE BOARD!!!!!  He got it for an early b-day present and he was riding it the entire time we were there.  (3+ hrs...)  Needless to say, I was quite proud of him - he is a natural surfer bum....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, this might be a bad thing...  Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-9140868377652549627?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9140868377652549627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=9140868377652549627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9140868377652549627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9140868377652549627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-6502370002419066948</id><published>2009-06-15T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:28:40.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June. In Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; B's graduation from 1st grade beach party... He got the 'Best Friend' award. I made that sand castle!! Fun huh?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja2zExaaHI/AAAAAAAAApw/SILbXLjN2uo/s1600-h/Recent+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347662596119619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja2zExaaHI/AAAAAAAAApw/SILbXLjN2uo/s400/Recent+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cutie friends at a RS dinner at the park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347663263467685394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja3Z61lxhI/AAAAAAAAAp4/XSDMdraRd3I/s400/Recent+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Afterward, we played softball. This was SUCH a great night. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347663861283641442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja38t4BWGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/g4TSM3TvRaQ/s400/Recent+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The food was DE-LISH!!! Eh, Carina??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347663564497658754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja3rcQuo4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/tuG1xQ7FShw/s400/Recent+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Emmaly - all smiles and preggers. You rock!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347664224172700802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja4R1vg9II/AAAAAAAAAqQ/T7CSfrJl5ok/s400/Recent+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hair cuts: A perfect reason to hang out with my friends. (Check out my cute curtains that I made in the background!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347664724984997794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja4u_aeJ6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/br6xu_2d5zU/s400/Recent+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The YW had an overnight Pre-Certification campout in early June. Overly friendly rabid racoons, freakishly large (&amp;amp; way too close to me) alligators, and some seriously pokey hair were some of the highlights. Good times!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347665441913268306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja5YuLfaFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5T_NO07zk48/s400/Recent+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, the next weekend, we had Youth Conference. I love these girls. They are a bunch of crazies and I love it!!! We had a really great three days together.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347667465586507778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja7Og8ygAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/p8mOiYHyeEE/s400/Youth+Conference+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Kemah the first night and we all rode "Pharoah's Fury." I think I peed my pants a little bit...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347668056679937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja7w68cdCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/7L811EL2PUc/s400/Youth+Conference+09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's me and 'D' at Friday Night's dance.  She's freakin' HYSTERICAL!!!  (I've been doin' WW &amp;amp; have lost 7 lbs so far... Can you tell????)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347668586399643650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja8PwTduAI/AAAAAAAAArA/9P0ey-GMgHE/s400/Youth+Conference+09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-6502370002419066948?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6502370002419066948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=6502370002419066948&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6502370002419066948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6502370002419066948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-in-pictures.html' title='June. In Pictures.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sja2zExaaHI/AAAAAAAAApw/SILbXLjN2uo/s72-c/Recent+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4633226108030299640</id><published>2009-06-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:58:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been a month!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so school's been out for T for a month now.  Two weeks (well, 10 days) for B - and already I'm excited to go school shopping and ship them back...  Nah, its been a really fun time so far, I just need to have the patience for the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom!  Mom!  Mom!  Mooom!  Moooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!!!!!  What are we going to do today, Mom?  Mooom, I'm bored!  I didn't make that mess, He did! When are we going to go to the ...???  I'm hungry!  Is it ok if I have some more gum?  Moooom!  Why do I have to clean that up?  I didn't do that TODAY!!  Mooooooooom!!!!!  How LONG is this going to take!??  Moom!!!  He hit me!  I did not!  She kicked me first!!!  Wellllll, he told me to!  I DID NOT!  MOOOOOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me Father to make it through the summer without killing my children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4633226108030299640?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4633226108030299640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4633226108030299640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4633226108030299640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4633226108030299640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/has-it-really-been-month.html' title='Has it really been a month!?!?!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5488030821837022581</id><published>2009-05-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:45:19.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here're some recent pictures to catch up what we've been up to the last little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went camping this last weekend.  It was really HOT but we survived and even saw some wildlife...  Alligators, an armadillo, B saw a fox, lightning bugs, and the ever present plethera of mosquitos. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694950539026850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNRvZGYaI/AAAAAAAAApg/z9ZNTGsTBPw/s400/May+09+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was B's first cub scout activity and he has THE best time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699834649994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNRuCH5ZPI/AAAAAAAAApo/LA2_igU62Cc/s400/May+09+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We all did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNGKQHlXI/AAAAAAAAApY/gWGSzpFgkj8/s1600-h/May+09+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694751590684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNGKQHlXI/AAAAAAAAApY/gWGSzpFgkj8/s400/May+09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the kids heard we were camping, we got asked, "Are we going to go camping today?" about 40 million different times. We're going to surprise them next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNBKyG4bI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-z3tKDG77l4/s1600-h/May+09+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694665833898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNBKyG4bI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-z3tKDG77l4/s400/May+09+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with camping, M spent a lot of time getting his, er, I mean our garden together. We've actually enjoyed eating some fresh herbs &amp;amp; some blueberries from our garden &amp;amp; flower beds already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMsVPuTAI/AAAAAAAAApI/qY98uITp-2A/s1600-h/May+09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694307865218050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMsVPuTAI/AAAAAAAAApI/qY98uITp-2A/s400/May+09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMlz51q2I/AAAAAAAAApA/u5YX7AntlXY/s1600-h/May+09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694195835841378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMlz51q2I/AAAAAAAAApA/u5YX7AntlXY/s400/May+09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family had the opportunity to get together for my Grandma's funeral this past month. Here's everyone that was there from our immediate family. It was great seeing everyone. Some relatives I hadn't seen for over 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMbc_nqsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Gl61wIfztNE/s1600-h/May+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694017887382210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNMbc_nqsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Gl61wIfztNE/s400/May+09+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fun &amp;amp; yummy breakfast - Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKdxz6N6I/AAAAAAAAAow/yDLBU3Kc8yI/s1600-h/May+09+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691858811893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKdxz6N6I/AAAAAAAAAow/yDLBU3Kc8yI/s400/May+09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKO_rRNtI/AAAAAAAAAog/3g5hRXJSagw/s1600-h/May+09+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691604835710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKO_rRNtI/AAAAAAAAAog/3g5hRXJSagw/s400/May+09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pics from the hotel. Hanging with D - you sexy mama you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKJuiO5wI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9hoWMSwGxjM/s1600-h/May+09+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691514335061762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKJuiO5wI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9hoWMSwGxjM/s400/May+09+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't my neice cute? His daddy isn't bad either. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKD93BxiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bOOvzNU63pM/s1600-h/May+09+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691415369598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNKD93BxiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bOOvzNU63pM/s400/May+09+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute pic of my smokin-hot sisters and adorable nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJ8ryvFgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H1fIHVmP1eY/s1600-h/May+09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691290260674050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJ8ryvFgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H1fIHVmP1eY/s400/May+09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this shot. It completely captures how family get togethers usually go. I love these people with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJzkxIEtI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2spSuYIdbjA/s1600-h/May+09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691133756052178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJzkxIEtI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2spSuYIdbjA/s400/May+09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Mischief himself. A has taken the whole 'Terrible Twos' saying and run with it. He is constantly either on my lap, or off causing trouble. Sometimes, he manages to do both at the same time. What a cute little terror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJvethd_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/JY5uO9N4E5M/s1600-h/May+09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337691063410849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJvethd_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/JY5uO9N4E5M/s400/May+09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes photo shoot. B wouldn't be serious and just take a normal picture. I have about 20 pictures of him with different poses and facial expressions. This is him being a tiger. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJnD2CZiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z8kG-qFDwOo/s1600-h/May+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337690918759851554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJnD2CZiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z8kG-qFDwOo/s400/May+09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T is just the opposite. According to her, I didn't take enough pictures of her &amp;amp; they ALL turned out this cute. What a bug. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJSrUTSiI/AAAAAAAAAno/rYJDGaRzlOY/s1600-h/May+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337690568578517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNJSrUTSiI/AAAAAAAAAno/rYJDGaRzlOY/s400/May+09+001.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;/div&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/2241912417902344218-5488030821837022581?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5488030821837022581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5488030821837022581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5488030821837022581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5488030821837022581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-pictures.html' title='In Pictures'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/ShNNRvZGYaI/AAAAAAAAApg/z9ZNTGsTBPw/s72-c/May+09+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-13294918236543103</id><published>2009-05-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:46:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SftRiVPgJoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sOAH9tjX_zQ/s1600-h/Swine+Flu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330944234182682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SftRiVPgJoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sOAH9tjX_zQ/s400/Swine+Flu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was good enough to pass along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-13294918236543103?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/13294918236543103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=13294918236543103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/13294918236543103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/13294918236543103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SftRiVPgJoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sOAH9tjX_zQ/s72-c/Swine+Flu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-9130542608262226312</id><published>2009-04-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:22:21.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You, Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sfiowp-GX0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KPbaWCxj18Y/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330195712846487362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sfiowp-GX0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KPbaWCxj18Y/s400/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My Grandma of 92 yrs, passed away this last week and it got me to thinking that life is just too crazy short. She was quite the remarkable lady and I hope to be like her - she was extremely generous, quit-witted, and her ability to love was wonderful. As I went to her funeral, I was surrounded by family and friends that I hadn't seen for years and years. It was great to catch up with everyone and I just couldn't shake the feeling that Grandma was so happy to see us all together and having a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more, Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-9130542608262226312?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9130542608262226312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=9130542608262226312&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9130542608262226312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9130542608262226312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-you-grandma.html' title='Miss You, Grandma'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/Sfiowp-GX0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KPbaWCxj18Y/s72-c/IMG_3274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1028711688517444920</id><published>2009-04-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:19:11.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Repellant</title><content type='html'>You ever feel like you're ticking someone off or at the very least pushing them away but don't know what you did?  Or maybe you have a friend that you just feel is out of your figurative 'grasp' when once upon a time, you were really good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the feeling for a while now and I just can't quite put my finger on the 'why' of the matter.  Maybe I'm just built to repel after you get to know me...  Is this in my head, or does it have some substance to it?  Don't be nice.  This is not meant to be a pity post, I really want to know what I can do to make it better.  Anyone interested in giving constructive advice and maybe even a criticism or two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1028711688517444920?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1028711688517444920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1028711688517444920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1028711688517444920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1028711688517444920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/personal-repellant.html' title='Personal Repellant'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7851071072354811811</id><published>2009-03-31T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:30:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March = Great Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It has been pretty windy here, and Hubby &amp;amp; I took advantage of that fact and had some fun kite-flying with the kids.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515506667001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK3K1gRl6I/AAAAAAAAAko/NbyVXclhsvs/s400/100_0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm such a sucker for her cutie grins! &amp;amp; She's such a sucker for the camera.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK210r0BYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o0rUmdqtlsE/s1600-h/100_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515145669707138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK210r0BYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o0rUmdqtlsE/s400/100_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even A had a great time with his 'kite.' &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515629243482002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK3R-IyP5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/BDMjDzqiCtQ/s400/100_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I went to the Rodeo &amp;amp; Keith Urban concert with some friends and had a great time! Thanks for inviting me!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdKnB8SSQAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0wL1UxX3bk4/s1600-h/Cowgirls+(Rodeo+09).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319497761682505730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdKnB8SSQAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0wL1UxX3bk4/s400/Cowgirls+(Rodeo+09).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fun night with such a crazy bunch! Nice look, D!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319517136577165858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK4ptZI-iI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pO9L_UQm1jk/s400/100_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was able to spend time with some family during Spring Break and had a blast! Thanks to all who came and for all the video conferences for those that couldn't come. It made me wish we were closer to family so we could see each other more often, but at least we can get together on occasion. (Lyd &amp;amp; Danielle - I've left a big space for a photo shop... hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319518103597474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK5h_0v4wI/AAAAAAAAAlA/W8dqwwDA9fM/s400/2009+FR+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My whole world.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319520428231213778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK7pTwnwtI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RSixNeeZM_M/s400/Cowley+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319521039755695890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK8M53a1xI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/IWZ-I91-UGs/s400/2009+FR+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This picture totally reminds me of a picture that was in my dad's office growing up of two little kids with the caption, "Been Farming Long?" I don't know why, but every time I look at it, I get nostalgic. What cute cousins. Maybe its because they got along and played so well. I hope that they get the chance to know each other as they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319522217081847218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK9Rbv2PbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/l2RdySUoBtg/s400/2009+FR+433.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thanks for the awesome cards Lyd! The cousins loved playing with them! But this picture was my favorite - priceless expression Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319522972673048642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK99ai1AEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WCx-WsibN4M/s400/2009+FR-A+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Even the guys had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319523453181598370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK-ZYk_mqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/etjR-D3Wvf4/s400/2009+FR-A+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Game night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319527216308191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdLB0bUSggI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_FHWUMun4mU/s400/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Daddy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319524271736179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK_JB7nSbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/5tJM4yc-kzU/s400/2009+FR-A+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My completely adorable nephew!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525962281448210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdLArbtA8xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/oHxitO97mBI/s400/2009+FR-B+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This has to be one of my favorite shots.  Gotta love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319526912506132658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdLBivkO-LI/AAAAAAAAAnA/92szMLLAl7A/s400/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun with Siblings.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319524629856726658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK_d4CNLoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/94w0gvGKr34/s400/2009+FR-A+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Flying High on the Ferris Wheel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525518470022946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdLARmYIByI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SQJrLPd2LLw/s400/2009+FR-A+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mmmmmm-mmmm. Ice cream!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319524857016536834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK_rGRUzwI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OTCfVJ4SYHk/s400/2009+FR-A+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Contact Follow Up - While my family was here, I got a call from my Optical center and they wanted me to try one more brand. Without any hope for them working, I said sure, made the drive (I had to buy Twilight anyway) and picked them up. THEY WORKED!!! So excited to report that I am able to wear contacts when I want and where I want now. And... so I'm wearing my glasses today. lol Isn't that how it always is? I want what I can't have and then as soon as I get it, I'm all -woo hoo!! hmmm, what else do I want. What a tard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2241912417902344218-7851071072354811811?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7851071072354811811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7851071072354811811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7851071072354811811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7851071072354811811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-great-month.html' title='March = Great Month!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SdK3K1gRl6I/AAAAAAAAAko/NbyVXclhsvs/s72-c/100_0355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5054796092329253524</id><published>2009-03-01T13:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:58:40.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed. For. Life.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don’t know, I recently took the plunge after umpteen years of wearing glasses and got contacts.  I was immediately in love with the fact that I no longer smudged when I cuddled with M, didn’t fog up when I was at the gym…or um…anywhere in TX for that matter, or get my vision ripped off my face by my 1 ½ year old.  I was living the dream.  (And you’re thinking “HA! Way to dream big, A!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must explain something to those of you who laughed.  I’m extremely cheap.  Especially when it comes to myself.  I wouldn’t even think of spending the extra $100 for the eye exam alone – not even considering how much more $ the upkeep and constant purchasing of new contacts presented.  I just figured it was my lot to wear glasses.  Even after completely hashing and re-hashing the “Should I, Shouldn’t I?” discussion with M like 16 times, I still waffled once I was in the doctor’s office.  I guess my selfishness prevailed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.  After all this time.  I could see clearly without something on my face.  I had always been told that my eyes were my best feature and all this time I was covering them up.  I felt pretty.  I was out of my visual box &amp;amp; I felt free.  I didn’t feel quite as nerdy either and I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Apparently it was not meant to be.  I realized after a few days of wearing my trial pair that I had stopped seeing clearly out of my contacts.  I went back to the doctor to see what she could do and after an hour of playing cat and mouse – so to speak – she said that my eyes just don’t like contacts.  As soon as she fixed the vision in my left eye, my right eye would go blurry and so on and so on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I sit. Glasses it place. Seeing once again though a box. Blast you Astigmatism!  Blast YOU!!!!  You gave me my freedom only to snatch it away the instant I felt truly free.  Oh, how you mock me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt; Hmmm.  I’ve been hearing good things about LASIK…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5054796092329253524?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5054796092329253524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5054796092329253524&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5054796092329253524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5054796092329253524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/framed-for-life_01.html' title='Framed. For. Life.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-960226161758726028</id><published>2009-02-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:19:00.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miffed at the Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SYsdwUHLHQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fN5Iy_u19jU/s1600-h/Tooth+Fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299362102401244418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SYsdwUHLHQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fN5Iy_u19jU/s400/Tooth+Fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandt lost another tooth a couple days ago &amp;amp; he got pretty excited for the tooth fairy to come. He wrapped his tooth up and put it carefully under his pillow. In the morning, he immediately checked and.... the tooth was still there. Hmmm. He got all concerned that maybe something happened, but we all came up with possible reasons as to why the tooth fairy didn't get the chance to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe she had too many teeth to collect. - Mom, Maybe she didn't know where to look. - T, Maybe she thought it was T who lost the tooth. - Dad, (&amp;amp; my personal favorite) Maybe she died. - B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the conversation &amp;amp; hypotheses, we were all certain that she would come the next night. When I woke B up the next day, he once again, immediately flipped over his pillow to see how much he made on his front tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, that dang tooth was still there! WHAT THE FREAK, FAIRY!?!?! Can't you get it right the second time?? This poor little boy wants his money. He did his part. Is it so hard for you to leave a quarter or something to help the kid out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: B received a $1 bill. (I think that the Tooth Fairy felt a little guilty...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-960226161758726028?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/960226161758726028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=960226161758726028&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/960226161758726028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/960226161758726028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/miffed-at-tooth-fairy.html' title='Miffed at the Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SYsdwUHLHQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fN5Iy_u19jU/s72-c/Tooth+Fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2515430073158642245</id><published>2009-02-01T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:14:58.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>One of my friends just recently blogged about how awesome her husband was and I thought, "Gosh, what a great idea!"  Since mine just celebrated his 35th b-day, I thought I'd publicly declare how much I love him and some of the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's my best friend, even when I'm not friend-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;2. He is the perfect father to our children.  That wonderful blend of playful yet firm.&lt;br /&gt;3. He often lets me sleep in even though he's the one that's been up with the kids during the night.&lt;br /&gt;4. He likes white walls.  I like color.  Our bedroom is now painted in color.&lt;br /&gt;5. He gives me the softest kisses when I'm sad and if that doesn't work, tickles me until I'm laughing through my tears.&lt;br /&gt;6. He knows when to hold me close and when to steer clear.&lt;br /&gt;7. He lets (and sometimes helps) me tease him about being nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;8. He is extremely kind &amp;amp; thoughtful and oh, so manly &amp;amp; sexy.&lt;br /&gt;9. He doesn't ask a lot and gives 110% of himself to ensure the happiness of his family.&lt;br /&gt;10. He can make my heart skip a beat with just his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Honey.  Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2515430073158642245?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2515430073158642245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2515430073158642245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2515430073158642245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2515430073158642245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4960849107493699724</id><published>2009-01-23T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:43:53.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny &amp; Yummy: A Double Whammy</title><content type='html'>My sister told me about the best blog!  If you are in the mood to laugh hysterically, feel free to tune in: &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4960849107493699724?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4960849107493699724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4960849107493699724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4960849107493699724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4960849107493699724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-yummy-double-whammy.html' title='Funny &amp; Yummy: A Double Whammy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4446098522589506170</id><published>2009-01-15T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:38:31.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School days.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-P4K4hHzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pM_2RBS6aa0/s1600-h/Newbies+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291606282340474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-P4K4hHzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pM_2RBS6aa0/s400/Newbies+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hunka hunka burnin love.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-OQbOREfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vUPzZICvoXM/s1600-h/newest+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291604500020269554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-OQbOREfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vUPzZICvoXM/s400/newest+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday princess with her new ooh la la makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-OLQ3Wc-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/D7Jn5Xrit1k/s1600-h/newest+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291604411340452834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-OLQ3Wc-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/D7Jn5Xrit1k/s400/newest+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-N7JqZEGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LRwMvyYtbw0/s1600-h/Matt+%26+Talia+Jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291604134529142882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-N7JqZEGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LRwMvyYtbw0/s400/Matt+%26+Talia+Jan+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NythOFDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ivtyI5-A9TU/s1600-h/newest+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603989535527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NythOFDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ivtyI5-A9TU/s400/newest+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting into Daddy's guitar. My sneaky little musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NtUGAx3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/9Vuzn_rfRHI/s1600-h/newest+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603896811177842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NtUGAx3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/9Vuzn_rfRHI/s400/newest+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new look. (Gotta loves those self-portraits in the bathroom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NnhDuUAI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FydX3lEnYrU/s1600-h/newest+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603797212024834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-NnhDuUAI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FydX3lEnYrU/s400/newest+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M_jQ69uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pcB9hwl5yBg/s1600-h/Lisa,+Katie+%26+Amber+Jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603110609483490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M_jQ69uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pcB9hwl5yBg/s400/Lisa,+Katie+%26+Amber+Jan+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M6emOgnI/AAAAAAAAAio/dmQjj-Xtmhw/s1600-h/Grandpa+%26+Talia+Jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603023457321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M6emOgnI/AAAAAAAAAio/dmQjj-Xtmhw/s400/Grandpa+%26+Talia+Jan+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow creations at the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M2PdXPiI/AAAAAAAAAig/GJEhgbKymUc/s1600-h/Cousins+Jan09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602950674136610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-M2PdXPiI/AAAAAAAAAig/GJEhgbKymUc/s400/Cousins+Jan09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down time with cousins before pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-MxbuzTEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Hs6V6qWEaio/s1600-h/Cutie+Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602868069157954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-MxbuzTEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Hs6V6qWEaio/s400/Cutie+Cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Mty5iKiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3jSd-UKiNHc/s1600-h/Brandt+%26+Gabby+Jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602805568711202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Mty5iKiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3jSd-UKiNHc/s400/Brandt+%26+Gabby+Jan+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Mpn4D1VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/naFVEvQ5x60/s1600-h/Amber+%26+Lisa+Jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602733890262354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Mpn4D1VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/naFVEvQ5x60/s400/Amber+%26+Lisa+Jan+09.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;/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/2241912417902344218-4446098522589506170?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4446098522589506170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4446098522589506170&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4446098522589506170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4446098522589506170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-P4K4hHzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pM_2RBS6aa0/s72-c/Newbies+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3785916334417051054</id><published>2008-12-30T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:30:13.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a fun picture of half the family in front of our Charlie Brown tree.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285713227043648674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SVqgLNKFNKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dptUQHIKh7I/s400/IMG_4442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the rest of us... I'm still laughing at A's facial expression. He looks like he had just a little too much Egg Nog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285713650324746050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SVqgj2AKL0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/49UUTZcczQk/s400/IMG_4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and that your New Year is fantastic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3785916334417051054?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3785916334417051054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3785916334417051054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3785916334417051054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3785916334417051054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-picture.html' title='Christmas Morning Pictures'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SVqgLNKFNKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dptUQHIKh7I/s72-c/IMG_4442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-589067708183915386</id><published>2008-12-30T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:15:18.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time</title><content type='html'>You ever have those moments in life where a decision that is easily made and without much thought comes back to haunt you?  Last night I decided that I needed a night out (I'd been stuck inside my house since the 24th and was going a little nuts) so I took the kids to the new movie Marley and Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were enjoying it until we realized that the dog is going to die and then within minutes all three of us are bawling like little babies.  I felt horrible to see my children actually crying over a movie.  It was like I had personally caused their pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect on the night, I tend to vascillate between laughter (come on, tell me you're not a little amused at the thought of me turning to look at my kids and having them look back at me like "WHY? Mom!?  Why did you force us see this?" and heart-wrenching guilt for making them cry because I needed a 'night out.'  Ahhh, memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-589067708183915386?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/589067708183915386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=589067708183915386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/589067708183915386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/589067708183915386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-seemed-like-good-idea-at-time.html' title='It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1733122909899464846</id><published>2008-12-14T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:52:18.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>Things I've Done. To participate just copy and paste in your own blog, and bold all of the things you have done. (I'd added a rule: If you want to add something that you've done that's not on the list - feel free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen an eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma (not for want of trying!)&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;strong&gt;Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.&lt;strong&gt; Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1733122909899464846?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1733122909899464846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1733122909899464846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1733122909899464846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1733122909899464846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4596769999892179722</id><published>2008-12-14T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:34:24.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting our Christmas Groove On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I guess I never really looked at it. This is our little 'angel' saying "ROCK ON!" for the camera. Nice portrait wouldn't you say?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279644033203523282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SUUQRoObTtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JZv06gPVGYY/s400/Rock+On,+Talia!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2382267930625643919?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2382267930625643919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2382267930625643919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2382267930625643919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2382267930625643919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun.html' title='Christmas Portrait'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SUUQRoObTtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JZv06gPVGYY/s72-c/Rock+On,+Talia!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2051726281780826627</id><published>2008-12-13T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:35:55.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Comic</title><content type='html'>Mom: Ok, T go get your shoes on we're going to deliver our Christmas goodies.&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh YAY!  Do I get to deliver one myself?&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure!&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh Mom!  I love you, you're the best.  You're kinda mean, but that's ok!&lt;br /&gt;M: (Unable to respond due to laughing so hard.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2051726281780826627?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2051726281780826627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2051726281780826627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2051726281780826627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2051726281780826627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-comic.html' title='Today&apos;s Comic'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-347438478107263516</id><published>2008-12-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:28:51.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles &amp; Funnies</title><content type='html'>WOW!  It snowed last night!!!  There is actually still snow on the ground this morning!  The kids were so excited.  They kept shouting, "It's snowing, It's snowing!!!" and jumping and and down.  This morning, although still freezing, the snow has started to melt due to the sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T was quite distraught about this and instantly ordered me to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Make the sun stop melting the snow, Mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: How do I do that? &lt;br /&gt;T: Blow it away.&lt;br /&gt;M: How do I blow it away? I am not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;T: You turn into a Halloween Ghost and just blow it away!  (Said like, "Man I have to explain EVERYTHING around here!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's wandering around the house singing, "I'm getting nothing for Christmas cause I aint been nothing but bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-347438478107263516?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/347438478107263516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=347438478107263516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/347438478107263516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/347438478107263516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/miracles-funnies.html' title='Miracles &amp; Funnies'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7529903634439701821</id><published>2008-12-10T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:31:52.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday-itis</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having a hard time feeling the Christmas 'spirit.'  I have been Christmas shopping, I've listened to Christmas music, I've listened to Spiritual Christmas message after Spiritual Christmas message, I've decorated the inside and outside of my house and... nothing.  At least not until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I recalled the Christmases of my childhood.  I remembered that every time a holiday was approaching, my mother was always in the kitchen.  We each got to pick our favorite candy, cookie, etc and she would make them all... and then some!  And so today, I've discovered that my holiday-self is encased in Chocolately Dipped Goodness, Sugar Cookies and Almond Rocha.  Strange that it takes food to find myself...  And strange how badly that works for my wasteline!  But it is what it is, so why fight it?  And so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am baking.  MMMMM-MMM  There's nothing like Christmas chocolates, cookies, and caramels to make you say, "It's a Jolly Holiday!"  Or wait, was that Bert?? ...  Anyway, I am transformed!  I am so excited about Christmas and absolutely loving my time in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I say to you, if you are having a hard time getting in the Holiday Spirit, whip out those dishes and sacks of sugar and start baking.  It'll make all those "Bah Humbugs" history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-7529903634439701821?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7529903634439701821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7529903634439701821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7529903634439701821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7529903634439701821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-itis.html' title='Holiday-itis'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-8172244159722323122</id><published>2008-11-25T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:07:16.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I can't help it. I know that Thanksgiving is just 2 days away, and although I'm VERY excited to make and eat all the pie... I'm even more excited to put up Christmas decorations this weekend. I've been occasionally listening to Christmas music and have been loving hanging out in the stores that are all decked out for the Holiday. Half of my Christmas shopping is already done and by Friday, all of it (hopefully) will be finished. I love Black Friday. Its like all my primal instincts come out and shopping becomes fun again. Hmmm... Maybe its the lack of sleep and extra dose of sugar from the hot chocolate specifically bought to keep me warm while I stand in line outside store at 4am?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought it would be appropriate (because I am making PIES today) that I take a moment out of my Festive Frenzy to wish everyone a Happy Turkey day. May your buttons burst and your stomach expand from all that wonderful food!! Loves to all my friends and family especially! You are my joy. I love you and miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-8172244159722323122?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8172244159722323122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=8172244159722323122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8172244159722323122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8172244159722323122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7577169031036768594</id><published>2008-11-16T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:59:25.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>T's got another case of the funnies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No T, you may not have a cookie as you didn't eat your dinner.&lt;br /&gt;T: That's alright Mom, I'm not sad. I'm thinking of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, while Hubby is putting her to sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ok, T.  Time for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;T: "...Please bless Mom &amp;amp; Dad wont be so mean to us. ..."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How come you think we're so mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;T: Because you never let us stay up and play games.  You always make us go to bed at night time.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *singing a bedtime song*&lt;br /&gt;T: NO Dad! I'm going to sing it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: OK, T. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;T: I'm going to sing it in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh? Ok.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nasli ahhh. Budutana clah clinnaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh T. That was beautiful! I didn't know you knew Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-7577169031036768594?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7577169031036768594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7577169031036768594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7577169031036768594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7577169031036768594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1430275957470677434</id><published>2008-11-15T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:51:04.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just had our Christmas pictures taken this morning. Here's a taste of what the session was like. If you want to see a few more, visit &lt;a href="http://www.hillaryhowlandphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.hillaryhowlandphotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268998724894074210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SR8-bIdMJWI/AAAAAAAAAak/VRHbu23ozbc/s400/Christmas+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And here's a shout-out to Hillary: You're a rockstar photographer, girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1430275957470677434?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1430275957470677434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1430275957470677434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1430275957470677434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1430275957470677434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/taste.html' title='A Taste'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SR8-bIdMJWI/AAAAAAAAAak/VRHbu23ozbc/s72-c/Christmas+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7703756574682625368</id><published>2008-11-11T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:10:40.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Mom: "Hey T, what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;T: "Well, we need to fire him because he brings us the wrong presents!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-7703756574682625368?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7703756574682625368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7703756574682625368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7703756574682625368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7703756574682625368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-68324565996129014</id><published>2008-10-30T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:56:31.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More!</title><content type='html'>I just had to take a pause and give a little shout of joy.  I've lost another pound!  I've broken the stand-still!  Hoo-hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to celebrate.... Hmmm, where's that Halloween candy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-68324565996129014?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/68324565996129014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=68324565996129014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/68324565996129014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/68324565996129014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more.html' title='One More!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1686963993017340239</id><published>2008-10-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:02:54.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Need a New Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just spreading a little Halloween Cheer through pictures... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby &amp;amp; I with our festive brood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262620562888357170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQiVhPagdTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fc59mzf2YhQ/s400/Trunk+or+Treat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Peace, Man!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262620483058040082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQiVcmBefRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i3P4Q8tUyjI/s400/Peace,+Man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my 'Love Child'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621620348775602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQiWeywt7LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SIhfQNVEHwE/s400/Me+and+my+Love+Child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1686963993017340239?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1686963993017340239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1686963993017340239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1686963993017340239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1686963993017340239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='I Know, I Need a New Pose'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQiVhPagdTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fc59mzf2YhQ/s72-c/Trunk+or+Treat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3005015397326645685</id><published>2008-10-28T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:38:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>I'll admit.  I'm a jealous person.  I always have been, and I probably always will be.  Granted, I've mellowed a bit over the years.  But every once in a while, the Green Monster crammed deep inside my subconscious will rear her ugly head. Right now I'm struggling with one jealousy-hued item in my life.  I won't go into the nasty details, but suffice it to say, I'm wishing I was better at this human-existence-thing.  The funny thing is, whenever I'm truly jealous, its always over things with meaning, like time spent, laughter shared, or the lady in the grocery store who's children sit quietly in the shopping cart while she leisurely strolls through the veggie section (ok, this isn't quite a jealousy item, more a wishful thinking item, but I digress), etc.  Not so much the 90" screen TV or Hummer in the driveway...  Although I've been known to silently curse skinny people that eat loads of chocolate and pasta and don't gain a pound. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question, is how do you get over yourself?  How do you get past those loaded with green moments?  Or, are you one of those people that don't have those moments, because yes, I'm jealous of you too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3005015397326645685?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3005015397326645685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3005015397326645685&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3005015397326645685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3005015397326645685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-458018094925321003</id><published>2008-10-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:54:50.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>So, I've been a little stressed lately. Having extra kids at your house tends to do that. However, the parents are coming home today and so that will soon be a 'happy?' memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been stressed about the upcoming election, but that has also been allieviated due to a bit of comic relief. On Friday night, a good friend dressed up as a Republican hoping to win the scariest costume award: complete with a sign that said "drill baby drill," a very Bush-esque quality about his entire ensemble &amp;amp; a few buttons on his lapel. My personal favorite was one with Sarah Palin's picture and "You Go Girl!" on it. Then, just this morning, I received the following comic. Whatever your political views, I hope you enjoy the humor of both. (Don't forget to vote!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261877599977323010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQXxzG47ugI/AAAAAAAAAZc/subQMcioJ7A/s400/Dem+TorT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, with a little bit of Diet Dr. Pepper at my side (Thanks, Hillary!), and a chuckle on my lips, I bid adieu to my forgotten stresses. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-458018094925321003?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/458018094925321003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=458018094925321003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/458018094925321003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/458018094925321003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-medicine.html' title='The Best Medicine'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SQXxzG47ugI/AAAAAAAAAZc/subQMcioJ7A/s72-c/Dem+TorT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-723316164412543711</id><published>2008-10-25T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:26:15.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Train</title><content type='html'>As Hubby &amp;amp; I were waking up this morning, he rolled over to me and I asked him what he had on his schedule today.  He jokingly replied, "Making babies." I think I surprised him by how quickly I shot that one down.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that brings me to my question I'm shooting off into oblivion.  How do you know if you are really done having kids?  Everyone always says, "Oh, you'll know."  OK...  Really.  HOW!??!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.  Stew about that dark oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-723316164412543711?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/723316164412543711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=723316164412543711&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/723316164412543711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/723316164412543711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-train.html' title='Baby Train'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3629740974466738473</id><published>2008-10-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:22:00.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible 'Feet'</title><content type='html'>A is FINALLY walking.  He is 15 months and decided on Sunday, (after literally running behind his little push bike) that he wasn't going to fall and decided to try his hand at walking across the entire downstairs without so much as a hesitation.  He is so proud of himself.  Every time he starts out, he just starts giggling.  Its like he's all, "Check me OUT!"  It's pretty fun.  So, yeah for me and not having to worry if he's going to have developmental issues.  Now if I can just keep up with all three of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3629740974466738473?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3629740974466738473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3629740974466738473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3629740974466738473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3629740974466738473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/incredible-feet.html' title='Incredible &apos;Feet&apos;'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-248397081463186437</id><published>2008-10-06T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:49:39.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flummoxed</title><content type='html'>OK, you gym gurus out there: Listen up. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little confused, perplexed, irritated, embarrassed, concerned, *insert appropriate word* about something that happened at the gym today.  While I was working out, I got extremely dizzy to the point that I almost passed out.  Yes, it was a more-intense exercise, but I've pushed myself this hard before and haven't had any problems.  Why do you think that I had a problem?  Anyway, if you can help me figure out so I don't embarrass myself in the middle of my class again *cringe*, that would be great.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-248397081463186437?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/248397081463186437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=248397081463186437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/248397081463186437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/248397081463186437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/flummoxed.html' title='Flummoxed'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-8412499467230554545</id><published>2008-09-23T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:13:25.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August &amp; September in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>I would like to preface this blog with "I'm lazy." I uploaded a heck of a lot of pictures for a nice visual update, but if they're not in the right order (which they won't be) I guess its just because I didn't want to spend any longer on the computer than I had to. :) Sorry! But enjoy the pics anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &amp;amp; I in front of "Journey to Atlantis" at SeaWorld.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlx4cYDw4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MkqwjUhwBJg/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249352055180739458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlx4cYDw4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MkqwjUhwBJg/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A absolutely LOVED watching the marine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxvAQuYxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZNJr0bYKdGU/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351893014962962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxvAQuYxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZNJr0bYKdGU/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice little photo opp. Isn't my husband cute!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxerz-OVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_qjaQETpGic/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351612647749970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxerz-OVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_qjaQETpGic/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our very dear friends evacuated to San Antonio with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxZTZhMRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jeuxKoev9EA/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351520194998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxZTZhMRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jeuxKoev9EA/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B climbing trees while Hubby &amp;amp; I rode the "Screaming Eel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxRHMv40I/AAAAAAAAAYw/eav0gJnPgSU/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351379481256770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxRHMv40I/AAAAAAAAAYw/eav0gJnPgSU/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T wishing she was up in the tree too. (You can see part of the ride in the background. SOOO fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxLJE1qGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VvM2oKpm62E/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351276905736290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxLJE1qGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VvM2oKpm62E/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun shot of the kids in front of the Riverwalk in downtown San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxCHNuXuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Iw1Y8UqudFM/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351121787313890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlxCHNuXuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Iw1Y8UqudFM/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J &amp;amp; I taking a great opportunity to pose like superstars. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlw9BYWLLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DcUUBpr8Lfg/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249351034321906866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlw9BYWLLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DcUUBpr8Lfg/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love ice cream when its in the 90s and 100% humidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlw2h45PaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Yfo2DrBjNao/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350922789272994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlw2h45PaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Yfo2DrBjNao/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know the kids enjoyed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwwBSUe_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MUYjUOWcwf8/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350810958330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwwBSUe_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MUYjUOWcwf8/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our evacuation destination. Thanks M &amp;amp; G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwrdKmtvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/j3fKYiGxdT0/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350732542818034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwrdKmtvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/j3fKYiGxdT0/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fast food we waiting 30 minutes for. (It seemed it was the only stop along the way that wasn't COMPLETELY crowded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwntvfz7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/C2q39KdLMDU/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350668273045426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwntvfz7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/C2q39KdLMDU/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bumper to Bumper Evacuation Traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwiwYefpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ufd6wb3GCmc/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350583082450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwiwYefpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ufd6wb3GCmc/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember The Alamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwetOmccI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZyRAUQNrmKw/s1600-h/SanAntonio+Millers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350513516245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwetOmccI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZyRAUQNrmKw/s400/SanAntonio+Millers+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the hurricane, we had a little roof work to do. Several sections of shingles blew off our home. My hero doing the dirty work so we didn't get any more water damage. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwO1Y5beI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6qJjfTR5rHI/s1600-h/Newbies+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249350240829009378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlwO1Y5beI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6qJjfTR5rHI/s400/Newbies+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Sunday afternoon stroll in San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlv_YZLXYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SmVtwj6cMgs/s1600-h/Newbies+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349975347518850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlv_YZLXYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SmVtwj6cMgs/s400/Newbies+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M saving the day (aka: playing Monopoly) while the parents took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvykpUgAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vv_gmqA8mSo/s1600-h/Newbies+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349755298152450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvykpUgAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vv_gmqA8mSo/s400/Newbies+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Home, prior to evacuating. We hadn't boarded the door yet obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvq-vE04I/AAAAAAAAAXI/I-_QpZ4LyYQ/s1600-h/Newbies+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349624862659458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvq-vE04I/AAAAAAAAAXI/I-_QpZ4LyYQ/s400/Newbies+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-Hurricane Ike Galveston Beach during Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvmIjIq_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/EPbmpw_PNQg/s1600-h/Newbies+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349541597588466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvmIjIq_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/EPbmpw_PNQg/s400/Newbies+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B's first day of 1st grade. He was SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvTinCroI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tN2hDNdvLKs/s1600-h/Newbies+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349222175780482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvTinCroI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tN2hDNdvLKs/s400/Newbies+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T, my little supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvO3zdE-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/XAeDgpF8lcs/s1600-h/Newbies+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349141965640674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvO3zdE-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/XAeDgpF8lcs/s400/Newbies+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Party #2 at Chuck-E-Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvHQy18DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cJur4Y9aoOg/s1600-h/Newbies+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349011235008562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlvHQy18DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cJur4Y9aoOg/s400/Newbies+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends, Family, &amp;amp; Pizza - What a Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlu_t_Go7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UaDFwCCTkhs/s1600-h/Newbies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249348881632109490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlu_t_Go7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UaDFwCCTkhs/s400/Newbies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in Denver at a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlu3uLv7kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2sr2PXS6hSw/s1600-h/New+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249348744246193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlu3uLv7kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2sr2PXS6hSw/s400/New+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing at the park. He was so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNluztpL_QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8I4HtPAPJaA/s1600-h/New+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249348675381755138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNluztpL_QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8I4HtPAPJaA/s400/New+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's A, cheering on Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlukPvUehI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BIhifFucoPg/s1600-h/New+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249348409656375826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlukPvUehI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BIhifFucoPg/s400/New+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cutie boy! Give him food, and he's all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlt_1K0IxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nxk_L7KtBd8/s1600-h/New+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347784048648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlt_1K0IxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nxk_L7KtBd8/s400/New+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crazy family eating B's b-day dinner. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlt1gGxS4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/BzifmXJYjFE/s1600-h/New+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347606595849090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlt1gGxS4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/BzifmXJYjFE/s400/New+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Put that camera away and give me some grub!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltw4vLIoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0sr3IwPqL3I/s1600-h/New+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347527308419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltw4vLIoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0sr3IwPqL3I/s400/New+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday Party #1 (Do you get twice the wishes as well as presents!?) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltsPiZpPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A37lT-ATDJA/s1600-h/New+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347447529514226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltsPiZpPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/A37lT-ATDJA/s400/New+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving those presents! Even T is excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltgkLV_zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Z8m97yyFwls/s1600-h/New+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347246911520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltgkLV_zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Z8m97yyFwls/s400/New+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A is STILL not walking. He must get his stubborness from Hubby. hehe (I can say that, he doesn't read this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltaHwWM9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yJFUiEL3NVQ/s1600-h/New+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249347136202879954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltaHwWM9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yJFUiEL3NVQ/s400/New+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute hubby &amp;amp; I, being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltNe8QJmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T9haYT5jF24/s1600-h/New+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346919088531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltNe8QJmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T9haYT5jF24/s400/New+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby &amp;amp; the kids - what cheezies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltG82B9NI/AAAAAAAAAVA/nO4uj96aGSU/s1600-h/New+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346806856414418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltG82B9NI/AAAAAAAAAVA/nO4uj96aGSU/s400/New+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in Galveston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltBe6-xxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1Ld-pQr31Rw/s1600-h/New+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346712924768018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNltBe6-xxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1Ld-pQr31Rw/s400/New+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the Dolphin 'cruise.' Sweating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNls6otg1cI/AAAAAAAAAUw/j0L0yijjFl0/s1600-h/New+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346595293550018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNls6otg1cI/AAAAAAAAAUw/j0L0yijjFl0/s400/New+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B &amp;amp; M waiting too! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNls0ZfTXGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/K-ptBPIBxQg/s1600-h/New+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346488128199778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNls0ZfTXGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/K-ptBPIBxQg/s400/New+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dolphins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlstVlHr_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/N_KaCFL1PkY/s1600-h/New+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346366819774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlstVlHr_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/N_KaCFL1PkY/s400/New+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins enjoying the cruise too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlsn4semwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gX7R6uE4uL8/s1600-h/New+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249346273166662402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlsn4semwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gX7R6uE4uL8/s400/New+018.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2241912417902344218-8412499467230554545?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8412499467230554545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=8412499467230554545&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8412499467230554545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8412499467230554545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-september-in-nutshell.html' title='August &amp; September in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SNlx4cYDw4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MkqwjUhwBJg/s72-c/SanAntonio+Millers+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-6620700360333313592</id><published>2008-09-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:48:39.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SM-v1hPUcUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n9qBZ2u7ieQ/s1600-h/Hurricane+Ike+I45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246605424900469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SM-v1hPUcUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n9qBZ2u7ieQ/s400/Hurricane+Ike+I45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some links &amp;amp; Pictures of the area to give you an idea of what a Category 2 can do. (I-45 runs N&amp;amp;S to the west of our house by about 10 miles. Kemah-one of the click2houston slide shows is 5 miles from our home to the East.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/gallery/2008/n080912_ike/flash.htm?gid=698"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/gallery/2008/n080912_ike/flash.htm?gid=698&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.click2houston.com/slideshow/news/17468639/detail.html"&gt;http://www.click2houston.com/slideshow/news/17468639/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we'll have to deal with much devastation in the area, our home was minimally hit. Several shingles need to be fixed on our roof, and our fence is down and will need to be replaced/repaired. We have no water damage and we have power. There is a curfew in the area as well, so we are only able to be out (not that we are trying to be out) from dawn until dusk. We are under a Boil Alert for our water, but we have several cases of drinking water. All in all, we were truly blessed. Other people in our area and even our ward were not nearly as lucky. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. The phones are still very busy and we are rarely able to call out. We have been able to receive phone calls, but if we miss you and you don't hear from us, just know that we are safe and well. We love you &amp;amp; will try to keep you updated as best as we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-6620700360333313592?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6620700360333313592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=6620700360333313592&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6620700360333313592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6620700360333313592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SM-v1hPUcUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n9qBZ2u7ieQ/s72-c/Hurricane+Ike+I45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1606599803093718542</id><published>2008-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:48:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Scare #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SMk9Vs33-3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/88FL-PDmRAQ/s1600-h/ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790684081716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SMk9Vs33-3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/88FL-PDmRAQ/s400/ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the latest, if you were watching the storm.  We are going through evacuations and are heading to San Antonio.  Too bad we won't have a canoe there.  I guess they're expecting heavy rains &amp;amp; flooding.  :)  At least we've packed a swim suit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1606599803093718542?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1606599803093718542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1606599803093718542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1606599803093718542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1606599803093718542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricane-gustav.html' title='Hurricane Scare #2'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SMk9Vs33-3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/88FL-PDmRAQ/s72-c/ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4638109070227930276</id><published>2008-08-30T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:17:37.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family is Growing!</title><content type='html'>Our kids finally have a pet! Well, um, sort of. Let me explain, no. It will take too long, let me sum up. :) (Yeah, Princess Bride!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, Hubby got this great idea to hang tomatoes upside down in a hanging basket. Apparently it didn't work very well and within a month the tomatoes were dead. As a result, we now have a fantastic nesting spot for our local pigeons. We've had not one, but two families of pigeons that have nested &amp;amp; hatched in our little tomato wasteland that hangs right outside our door on our back patio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire family has become caught up with this. We've taken pictures to document the cycle. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304679793540914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SLlNV4npPzI/AAAAAAAAATY/Xjb805-c4vw/s400/IMG_4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the first set of babies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305457722844658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SLlODKocZfI/AAAAAAAAATg/41jw9qlEWJE/s400/New+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we knew it, they had flown the coop. I was amazed at the sense of loss we all felt to realize that they had flown away. I took advantage of the first family leaving before we were ready and documented a little bit more diligently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305968883219330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SLlOg62ku4I/AAAAAAAAATo/3V6m3z7Mw3o/s400/New1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the second little family (not even two days old). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306309598065394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SLlO0wHUsvI/AAAAAAAAATw/BFlMDZI00Fw/s400/New+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mother and father are very protective, but I think that they've gotten used to the fact that we are regularly so close. They won't even fly away if we come outside anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, the second batch of birds are getting ready to fly. They are already so much bigger than this last photo and I feel like a proud mama every time I watch them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been such a fun time for our family. Who knows, maybe we WILL get a dog?! But then again, we've been spoiled with a pet that will take care of itself without even a little bit of help from us. Hmmm, maybe we'll start with a fish and see how long it survives before attempting something that will pee all over my carpet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4638109070227930276?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4638109070227930276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4638109070227930276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4638109070227930276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4638109070227930276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-family-is-growing.html' title='Our Family is Growing!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SLlNV4npPzI/AAAAAAAAATY/Xjb805-c4vw/s72-c/IMG_4156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3874604403502612367</id><published>2008-08-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:18:29.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation + Violation = Vindication?!?!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody! I'm on vacation at my in-laws house and have been having a great time doing LOTS of activities. We got here early Tuesday morning and hung out with my family all day doing low-key-recover-from-the-flight activities. Today was the day that A took 3 unassisted steps! Yeah! Wednesday, we hung out, went shopping, had severe guilt about certain purchases, immediately planned on returning several of the items, and played games. Thursday, we went to a local Water Park (HUMUNGUS!!) and had a great time celebrating B's 6th birthday until... *insert ominous theme music* we realized that my mother-in-law's purse had been stolen. This would have been unfortunate in the first place, but add to the fact that we had been using her purse as a store-everything-valuable, well, that just plain sucks. B's brand new camera that I bought him for his birthday, my wallet with 4 Seaworld yearly passes, $60, Multiple CC &amp;amp; Account numbers, my mother-in-law's camera, &amp;amp; wallet were all contained within its 'shelter.' Why is it that because of this, I literally wanted to vomit yesterday afternoon and broke down in tears? For some reason, I was attached to my wallet and felt severe remorse for my son having to learn that some people are inheritantly evil. Hence, vomit wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to modern technology, I was able to cancel all 5-6 of my accounts that the wallet had cards to, Hubby will close our checking account and reopen another, we will buy B another camera, renew my temple recommend (yet again), get new insurance cards, and I'll finally get a cuter, newer wallet... BUT! I have to fly home on Tuesday and I have absolutely NO identification. (This was the main reason, violation aside, that I was feeling nauseated yesterday.) Luckily, I was able to file a police report at the waterpark and the airline will take a copy of that as identification. *Sigh of relief.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this day will still make me cringe a little, I was able to get some perspective last night and realized that it could've been SOOOO much worse and that given the option of the alternative, I would gladly give away my wallet and even my son's birthday gift in a heartbeat. With that said, I wanted to lend some advice to those of you who wanted to visit a park of any kind. Take a small amount of cash with you and put it somewhere on your person (I even saw someone at the waterpark carrying with them a plastic bag with their essentials.) and leave the rest in the locked car. But double check that your car is locked before you leave it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, we got some fun photos that I'll post as soon as we're safely at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3874604403502612367?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3874604403502612367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3874604403502612367&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3874604403502612367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3874604403502612367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-violation-vindication.html' title='Vacation + Violation = Vindication?!?!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3541394395846118579</id><published>2008-07-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:26:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Ode to () Marks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIi7GM_jpeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/q5hX1v0deTE/s1600-h/TP.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226633082804872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIi7GM_jpeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/q5hX1v0deTE/s400/TP.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... Today and yesterday I was hit yet again with a case of the nasties. I am feeling a little (emphasis on little) better today (I'm shocked I have enough energy to type!), but still feel like I've pooped (hey, everyone does it. There's even a book to back me up.) out my whole life. As I was laying on my bed yesterday (it was about all I was able to accomplish, other then the emergent run to the toilet every five minutes) I got to thinking about how I REALLY, (and I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) hate being sick. (Funny how that should come up.) However, I consider myself a positive person and even as I lay on what feels like my deathbed, I come up with something that makes me feel well enough to smile (just a little). I muster enough energy to walk yet again into my bathroom. Instead of turning toward the door that leads to my napalm devastation (aka: toilet), a step onto my scale only to be proved right. That's right ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, after 24 hours of no food, and full-on-toilet-lovin', I have lost a whopping 5 lbs. (I'm trying not to think about the fact that as soon as I take a drink of water, it will all be right back where it feels so comfortable.) But in this moment, dear universe, let me bask in the skinnyness of it all. And as I bid you adieu (for yet another trip to the toilet. Hey! Maybe I'll lose another 2 lbs!!), I wish you all a healthy, happy, and hey, even skinny day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3541394395846118579?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3541394395846118579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3541394395846118579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3541394395846118579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3541394395846118579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-personal-ode-to-marks.html' title='My Personal Ode to () Marks!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIi7GM_jpeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/q5hX1v0deTE/s72-c/TP.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4288998611592144633</id><published>2008-07-21T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:19:02.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZ1yD6EYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/x5-_RqtMsfA/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225611354395251074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZ1yD6EYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/x5-_RqtMsfA/s400/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We built a tent out of our bed and the kids couldn't get enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZx2GXPcI/AAAAAAAAASw/aI_U0c5-6lg/s1600-h/IMG_4154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225611286759816642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZx2GXPcI/AAAAAAAAASw/aI_U0c5-6lg/s400/IMG_4154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Especially B. He thought it was REALLY cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZtmT7I8I/AAAAAAAAASo/o0yKSfgWdZw/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225611213802251202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZtmT7I8I/AAAAAAAAASo/o0yKSfgWdZw/s400/IMG_4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cool that for the next 3 days, I was unable to make my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZoW-w3uI/AAAAAAAAASg/qLR_aF-_8kg/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225611123787620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZoW-w3uI/AAAAAAAAASg/qLR_aF-_8kg/s400/IMG_4149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But they're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZhWWMZDI/AAAAAAAAASY/qy_Cn_35CuM/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225611003358372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZhWWMZDI/AAAAAAAAASY/qy_Cn_35CuM/s400/IMG_4146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love mornings like this. Just goofing around in bed is the best.&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/2241912417902344218-4288998611592144633?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4288998611592144633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4288998611592144633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4288998611592144633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4288998611592144633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-morning-fun.html' title='Saturday Morning Fun'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUZ1yD6EYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/x5-_RqtMsfA/s72-c/IMG_4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7045224029840099594</id><published>2008-07-21T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:19:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A celebrated his 1st birthday on the 15th. We had a small get together with a few friends and enjoyed some cake and ice cream. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225607687179527810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUWgUni5oI/AAAAAAAAARo/qT3I6G17paM/s400/IMG_4164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here he is grabbing the cake before it was cut and sampling the frosting. Mmmmm mmmmm. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608083779173074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUW3aEROtI/AAAAAAAAARw/px_tcYtXxC8/s400/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Really digging in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608479371342530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUXObwyssI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kvLbvep90Ec/s400/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A was a big fan as you can see! :) I love that smug face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609082885042786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUXxkBq8mI/AAAAAAAAASI/aKvl7-TYDDk/s400/IMG_4175.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here're the friends that were able to make it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608936827885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUXpD67mBI/AAAAAAAAASA/SySiKm1DI8w/s400/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks to all the well-wishes of those who weren't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225609657725905394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUYTBeaafI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MlKpKwB0dFQ/s400/IMG_4160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, of all the pictures that we got, this has to be my favorite! T is such a crack up!! You would've thought it was HER b-day by how excited she was. &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/2241912417902344218-7045224029840099594?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7045224029840099594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7045224029840099594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7045224029840099594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7045224029840099594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-birthday.html' title='Big Birthday!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SIUWgUni5oI/AAAAAAAAARo/qT3I6G17paM/s72-c/IMG_4164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-6478281396419228908</id><published>2008-06-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:19:54.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say the darndest things...</title><content type='html'>We were sitting around the dinner table yesterday after church and Hubby took the opportunity to praise B. Apparently, while the teacher was passing around a handout, he was the only kid to say 'thank you.' Anyway, B was happy that he was being praised and said, 'Yeah, I did it because I want some money.' Hubby &amp;amp; I both about choked on our lunch we were laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, enjoy your Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-6478281396419228908?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6478281396419228908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=6478281396419228908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6478281396419228908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6478281396419228908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-say-darndest-things.html' title='They say the darndest things...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2778723059113934828</id><published>2008-06-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:20:26.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A's Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f342913f4d21fcf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f342913f4d21fcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A7D506F99415B20EA6DB2CC1609C13F60407EAC.E0CA6B982D1C90011622CD527171C9D41DC2EEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f342913f4d21fcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuXQOFFLr8aw7njaEWP6ICYXI42E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f342913f4d21fcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A7D506F99415B20EA6DB2CC1609C13F60407EAC.E0CA6B982D1C90011622CD527171C9D41DC2EEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f342913f4d21fcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuXQOFFLr8aw7njaEWP6ICYXI42E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A has recently started communicating on a 'deeper' level. Here's his interpretation of "What do you want, T?" He's also started to shout his needs and wants. It has definitely made Sacrament Meeting more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His other latest thing is that he HAS to be where B &amp;amp; T are. If he feels left out at all, you'll know it!! Talk about vocal. And we used to think he was so quiet and laid back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2778723059113934828?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7f342913f4d21fcf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2778723059113934828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2778723059113934828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2778723059113934828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2778723059113934828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/aerons-latest.html' title='A&apos;s Latest'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2034339921607141101</id><published>2008-06-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:21:12.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New You Say?</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe that June is almost over and I haven't posted anything. So, without further adieu, here's what we've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214890692432362994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8DdIDr_fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/M1UELh42LIw/s400/New+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;B finally lost that first tooth. It hung on for over a week until he accidentally pulled it out. The new tooth was already coming in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214891350711130738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8EDcVk2nI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mWZNBkdqpUg/s400/New+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We reaped miniature food from our miniature garden. The corn cobs were bite-sized, but still good! (That's one on the counter.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214892257132993250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8E4NBY2uI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PLXmsjpgFqU/s400/New+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;B graduated from Kindergarten and won several awards for physical &amp;amp; scholastic accomplishments. Needless to say, we're proud parents!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214892786727014002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8FXB6cTnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RcS2s-Vaon0/s400/New+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A has become mobile. He learned to sit up, army crawl, pull himself up, walk with help, crawl up stairs, crawl on his hands &amp;amp; knees, and walk along furniture all in the space of 2 months. I guess our little 'slug' was finally motivated. I started to watch a little girl that is the same age and since she came to our house, A's been catching up physically. Who knew all it took was a little cutie to get our little casanova motivated?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893976080636930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8GcQmcXAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3kOyzcTMJhw/s400/New+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's also cut a couple more teeth. If you look closely, you can see them on the top.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894680402526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8HFQZ3gJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d0EUoQh5Fxs/s400/New+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T got a hair cut. She's been begging me to cut her hair and finally, she got her way. Doesn't it just fit her personality? What a spunky little girl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895209406555522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8HkDGQZYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WIzXfoGlzgY/s400/New+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A started to eat real people food. Mmm Mmmm Good!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895975688893986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8IQpuM9iI/AAAAAAAAARI/7qvTDxAOljk/s400/Amber+Jun08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my hair done. If I knew then what I know now, I'd have definitely NOT gone to that salon. It still makes me ill how much the color &amp;amp; cut cost. Ugh... At least I like it though, right?? You can't tell from the front, but it's an A-line and brownish-red w/caramel highlights.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214897520469876786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8JqkesIDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3dC1q7zswPc/s400/New+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We filled our Living Room! No more empty rooms. :) Now my focus is on 'accents' or "girly-absolutely-not-necessary-stuff" as Hubby calls them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what we've been up to. Hope you enjoyed the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2034339921607141101?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2034339921607141101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2034339921607141101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2034339921607141101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2034339921607141101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-new-you-say.html' title='What&apos;s New You Say?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SF8DdIDr_fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/M1UELh42LIw/s72-c/New+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3587634731044559047</id><published>2008-05-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:45:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Blast!</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know that we are all alive and well.  We had a great Memorial Day weekend starting with a breakfast outside with friends, going to see the new Naria flick, and then finishing it off with a backyard BBQ all complete with a 16 ft waterslide.  It was great fun!  I'm sure I should have some pictures, but I didn't even get around to taking any.  Maybe I will tomorrow to make up for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3587634731044559047?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3587634731044559047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3587634731044559047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3587634731044559047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3587634731044559047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-blast.html' title='Memorial Day Blast!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7120313004329384935</id><published>2008-05-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:49:55.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me VS. the Machine</title><content type='html'>This morning as I went to the gym I saw that there was a spinning class in a hour. "Hmmm, that should be fun!" I thought. "I've got an hour and so I'll just go run uphill until then, and afterward I'll do the class. It should only be like a half hour long and it'll be a nice way to finish out my workout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert hysterical laughter; Follow with a few tears drenched in sweat.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP! Did I get my butt kicked or what? I only made it twenty minutes (of the not thirty, but sixty minute class) until my body gave out. As I got off the bike, while the rest of the class was still huffing and puffing along, (although you couldn't tell over MY huffing) and began my walk of shame toward the exit, I received the token, "Hey, good job anyway!" I respond with a shrug and an embarrassed smile as I limp out the door, all the while praying that the jello that once were my legs doesn't give out and embarrass me further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, showered and sweat-free, I am feeling pretty darn proud of myself that I lasted the ten extra minutes of sheer torture after I decided that I wouldn't last another two. I mean, really. I could look at this as, "Man, I suck! I can't even finish a class." But instead, I'm enjoying the fact that those last ten minutes didn't beat me (even though the eleventh one did) and I'm already pondering when I'll get back on that wretched bike again. Most DEFINITELY without an hour workout prior. Hey, I even might make it thirty minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, YEAH for me and my sweaty moment of empowerment!!!  Then again, this euphoria could be drug induced seeing as how I took 2 IBuprofen &amp;amp; 2 Tylenol as soon as I got home in an attempt to stave off the pain of my 'successful' workout. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-7120313004329384935?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7120313004329384935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7120313004329384935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7120313004329384935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7120313004329384935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-vs-machine.html' title='Me VS. the Machine'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4897765619600216652</id><published>2008-05-15T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:10:20.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Nerdy to Me!</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not it. My brother used to call me a "bookworm" every time he saw me with my nose in a book - which was quite often. &amp;amp; Because my love to read has not diminished in the least, I immediately wanted to participate in this Tag, even though I had not even been tagged. I'm a dork, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're the rules if you want to be nerdy like me and chose yourself for a tag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages)&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn to page 123&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest book to me was "The Host" by Stephanie Meyer. *I have yet to read it, it's third on my list as the other two are rented out to me right now &amp;amp; I own The Host... ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her face was a mass of wrinkles, all of them turning down into angry lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tag that you can do if you want, I'm not picking 5 people &amp;amp; so no one is forced here. :) Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4897765619600216652?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4897765619600216652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4897765619600216652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4897765619600216652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4897765619600216652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-tag.html' title='Talk Nerdy to Me!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5393646730928380672</id><published>2008-05-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:54:19.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing THE Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8108951b4a3d6d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8108951b4a3d6d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82D8F7FDBC9DA7B918D8A8996A664430E8D6092C.4887C1168918732FDF3AA41BD15DC90132F8A2C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8108951b4a3d6d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGrpiPEC-slkeeixXrpZAvKmuaSY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strike One...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2939f2db29327b3" 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 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2939f2db29327b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EDDAF5CEB9E2EF0EC57082152937F2F14E167AA.62D75D2D1D8D71742949D93CD155CF1CDECE9570%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2939f2db29327b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfPaJSNBfLmpWbyMJK4QTJri2IeE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out his face!!!  He was so stressed that it would hurt.  And then it was all he could do to figure out why he still had it in there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e5b613f1dbb4371" 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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e5b613f1dbb4371%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85550BC30A6EE2773B1A9FDD3721874C5DD3E86A.131D554DF156D409B8FF349467DCF340F8E84071%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e5b613f1dbb4371%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOd5uY9bvNQRYL80GeZpSTL60zQc&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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e5b613f1dbb4371%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85550BC30A6EE2773B1A9FDD3721874C5DD3E86A.131D554DF156D409B8FF349467DCF340F8E84071%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e5b613f1dbb4371%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOd5uY9bvNQRYL80GeZpSTL60zQc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this traumatic episode, he didn't let us anywhere near that tooth.  Although he did take quite a bit of delight in playing with it and seeing how far he could stick his tongue through the hole.  Then, finally, a few days ago, he was playing with it and it just fell right out.  Because it was loose for so long, the new tooth was already breaking though the skin the next day.  What a fun time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5393646730928380672?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e5b613f1dbb4371&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d2939f2db29327b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8108951b4a3d6d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5393646730928380672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5393646730928380672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5393646730928380672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5393646730928380672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/losing-tooth.html' title='Losing THE Tooth'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2463224717574341573</id><published>2008-05-15T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:22:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments to Remember</title><content type='html'>A is 10 months old today. It seems crazy to me that so much time has passed since his birth and our move. 10 months... And yet, at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago. How does that happen? How is it that we live our lives for today and sometimes tomorrow, and then all of a sudden, yesterday is so far in the past that it stuns us and it's all we can do to relive the memories we do have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to post for sometime now. But it seems that every time that I get on here and have a tidbit to say, it never seems important enough and so I put it off for another day when I'm 'hopefully' feeling more inspired than that moment in time. Not that I'm feeling all that 'inspired' today, I just realized that my baby will soon be 1 and I wanted to mark this not-so-significant day as significant. And then I get to thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I only mark the significant moments in my life? Why is it that births, deaths, anniversaries, holidays, and vacations tend to be the markers on my memories? Why is it so hard to remember that my little girl sleeps in underwear now and has only had one accident since the transition from pull-ups? Why is it that a momentus occasion of my son's first A-grade can bring about celebrations, but that the second is looked upon as the new standard? How is it that I neglect to record moments in my children's lives such as a first tooth grown or a first tooth lost and focus on the day to day calendaring activities? Do I not pay enough attention to what's going to be remembered by my children? Do I pay too much attention to what they see as insignificant? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am, trying to make a moment into one of my permanent memories. This picture was taken at an everyday, non-spectacular outing to the park. A friend happened to snap it while I was playing with A and viola, a priceless memory was created. With that said, here's to memories and the moments we take to give them the credit they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200676545769048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SCyDw5ZFChI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ii5YnN9uzZI/s400/At+the+Park.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2463224717574341573?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2463224717574341573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2463224717574341573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2463224717574341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2463224717574341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/moments-to-remember.html' title='Moments to Remember'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SCyDw5ZFChI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ii5YnN9uzZI/s72-c/At+the+Park.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1485983273718549779</id><published>2008-04-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:24:06.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Tag</title><content type='html'>Who Do You Love? Matt, my hunka hunka burnin' love. My beautiful, yet spunky children: B (5), T (3), and A (9 months). They are my life.&lt;br /&gt;How Long Have You Been Married? 8 years&lt;br /&gt;Who Said I Love You First? Hubby did. Three weeks after we met. Holy freaking days, was that scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;How Long Did You Date? 11 months (including engagement)&lt;br /&gt;Where Did He Propose? In the Provo Canyon with a red rose. He hid the ring inside.&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Taller? Hubby, but not by that much. If I have on heels, I am a little bit taller (although he would argue that fact).&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Smarter? Definitely Hubby! He has a whole bunch of crap in that big head of his. ;) But quite often I am teaching him a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;Who Does The Laundry? Me, but I can enslave him to help once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Who Pays The Bills? Me&lt;br /&gt;Who Mows The Lawn? We've only mowed it once technically, since we just bought our mower last Saturday - and that was Hubby. But I've been weeding it and weed-eating it since we moved in October.&lt;br /&gt;Who Cooks Dinner? Usually me, But we also eat out on a regular basis because its not my favorite thing in the world to do.&lt;br /&gt;Who Drives? Usually me as well. He just can't stand driving, especially when there's a Mary Kay sticker on the back of the van. He calls it my girl-mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Who do I tag?? Lydia, Nicole, &amp;amp; Bre (Have fun guys!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-1485983273718549779?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1485983273718549779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1485983273718549779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1485983273718549779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1485983273718549779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/infamous-tag.html' title='The Infamous Tag'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4710166930107535383</id><published>2008-04-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:51:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drug of Choice</title><content type='html'>This is for my most avid reader.  You know who you are! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 5:30 am, not unlike the last three days.  But today, I sent my husband off on a quick business trip.  Now, I have never been, and probably never will be good at being left alone.  I guess the universe was trying to prove this fact when the toilet promptly overflowed with poopy nastiness.  It took me a good 15 minutes of plunging to get it to stop.  (I feel dirty.)  Then, as if that wasn't enough to get me crawling back to bed, as I dropped my son off at school, my passenger side window rolled down and decided that it was tired of rolling back up.  So now, my scheduled trip to the grocery store and the library have been postponed due to my anal-retentive nature/assumption that my van will get broken into and give me yet another reason to dislike this Monday from ... well, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are many stronger women than I on this earth who would brace themselves and simply continue with the day, I assume the fetal position with my 52 oz of Diet Dr. Peppery goodness.  So, as I drink my drug of choice, "cheers" to you and a better Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-4710166930107535383?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4710166930107535383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4710166930107535383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4710166930107535383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4710166930107535383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-drug-of-choice.html' title='My Drug of Choice'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-512126030262143511</id><published>2008-04-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:20:24.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childproofing</title><content type='html'>So why can't childproofing end with just the plastic doohickeys (keep up, it's a technical term) that are found in electrical outlets, underneath cabinets, around door handles, and over sharp corners?? I have recently discovered (yet again) that nothing, I repeat nothing, is immune from a child's devastating touch. I recently got new glasses as my left eye simply quit working and made my right eye do the entire job of seeing. (Lazy freeloader.) Seeing as I have no sense of style, I left it up to my sister to choose the new pair of glasses. I received many positive comments on them and repeatedly thanked my sister for her help in securing my eyewear popularity. Unfortunately, it did not last thanks to my children. Due to a large crack and several scratches/dents from only 2 months of wear, I had to trade in my darling pair for an "I just escaped from the 2nd grade" look. While they may not be as trendy or cute for that matter, as my first pair; I am hoping that they will be sturdy enough to withstand the six little hands that reside in my home.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-512126030262143511?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/512126030262143511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=512126030262143511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/512126030262143511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/512126030262143511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/childproofing.html' title='Childproofing'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3204191630844009895</id><published>2008-04-09T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:25:37.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things - That Feel Like Big Things</title><content type='html'>I love sleep. I don't think that there are many other things in this life that I love to do more than I love to sleep. Maybe the reason why I love it so much is because it is so illusive. You always want what you can't have, right!? Well, I don't remember the last time that I was able to sleep a full 8 hours. It is always one or another or all three of the kids getting up and needing/wanting something at all hours of the night. And then there are the nights when you get really lucky and they tag team you. Ahhh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, miracle of miracles, last night was the first time that I didn't wake during the night for what seems like years. Granted, Hubby was up with T once for about 2 minutes, but A slept through the whole night!!! Is this a start of something (please oh please!) or is it just a proverbial dangling carrot in front of the rabbit? Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to celebrate &amp;amp; so here I am, sending this wonderful, warm, non-sleep-deprived message to you, with a hope that you will receive something beautiful as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3204191630844009895?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3204191630844009895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3204191630844009895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3204191630844009895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3204191630844009895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-things-that-feel-like-big-things.html' title='Little Things - That Feel Like Big Things'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-9124156946381025460</id><published>2008-03-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:55:07.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Music!!!</title><content type='html'>If at any time you want to stop the music player, simply scroll to the bottom of the page and hit pause.  If not, keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on dancin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-9124156946381025460?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9124156946381025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=9124156946381025460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9124156946381025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/9124156946381025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-music.html' title='Stop the Music!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1145447980196628237</id><published>2008-03-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:27:04.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Mania</title><content type='html'>Spring Break brought visits from Mom &amp;amp; Dad C, playtime on the Beach &amp;amp; a trip to SeaWorld with B &amp;amp; M's family. We had a great time and the kids are already asking to do it all again. Here're some fun pics from the trips. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180576965543444130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UbTWLJvqI/AAAAAAAAALs/nuxw6yOtJS0/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma D, B &amp;amp; T on a Sunday afternoon walk. What a beautiful day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180577468054617778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UbwmLJvrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pZG_r7-m1Zc/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some fun in the sun down in Galveston. This beach is awesome!!! You could see the birds diving into the water up and down the coast. We collected quite a few seashells too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180577867486576322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UcH2LJvsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0xhDnFkrmNo/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The only problem T had was that the waves kept on 'getting her.' It was pretty traumatic for our little 3 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180578644875656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-Uc1GLJvtI/AAAAAAAAAME/CB31UrDoZBM/s320/IMG_4027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of the sand &amp;amp; surf. What a cutie beach bum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180579181746568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UdUWLJvuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1Q7QJmfNwQw/s320/IMG_4032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;S, T, &amp;amp; CJ getting cozy with the dolphins at SeaWorld. You could reach out and touch them, it was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180579954840682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UeBWLJvwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rv-3vfMZros/s320/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;B's  clan on St. Patty's day at SeaWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180580152409177874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UeM2LJvxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KU-S3GnJD7A/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Journey To Atlantis was one of the family's favorite rides. It got us all soaked on a hot TX day. We loved it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180581389359759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UfU2LJvzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/s5VKkDOWTjs/s320/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We loved it SO much that we went to the bottom where the spray occurs and well... got even more wet! It was even worse than riding the ride. I love B's expression here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180580629150547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UeomLJvyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LrR2DNgb9WE/s320/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My personal favorite experiences were watching the whale &amp;amp; dolphin shows. For such an intimate relationship between animal &amp;amp; trainer, I got emotional every time we watched. It was beautiful to me. And... how cool would it be to ride on a whale!??!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had as great of a Spring Break! Until next time...&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/2241912417902344218-1145447980196628237?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1145447980196628237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1145447980196628237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1145447980196628237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1145447980196628237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-mania.html' title='Spring Break Mania'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R-UbTWLJvqI/AAAAAAAAALs/nuxw6yOtJS0/s72-c/IMG_4012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5265036585317505448</id><published>2008-02-24T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:27:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R8IR8D0ZENI/AAAAAAAAALk/mAIDCNcF1F4/s1600-h/Our+Little+Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170715045689626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R8IR8D0ZENI/AAAAAAAAALk/mAIDCNcF1F4/s320/Our+Little+Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so seeing as how B has been celebrating Chinese New Year in school the last few days, we've learned a little about our Chinese 'signs.' T, as it turns out is a Monkey and they tend to be pretty funny/lively. Well, this morning, the sign proved to be true. We were sitting around the breakfast table and T asked for a drink of my tomato juice. I gave her a sip and she got a pretty funny look on her face. She then said, "It makes me die!" We all cracked up at that and she thought she was pretty clever for making us laugh. Anyway, I hope this brightens your day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5265036585317505448?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5265036585317505448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5265036585317505448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5265036585317505448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5265036585317505448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-monkey.html' title='Year of the Monkey'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R8IR8D0ZENI/AAAAAAAAALk/mAIDCNcF1F4/s72-c/Our+Little+Monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5499554237547103047</id><published>2008-02-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:25:45.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM alive.</title><content type='html'>I'm just in hiding.  I've been doing projects here and there around the house.  Mostly organizing, boring projects that don't deserve the attention of my camera.  So, that's why I haven't been posting lately.  Anyway, this is just me, sending out love into the abyss to you, my 'avid' reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5499554237547103047?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5499554237547103047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5499554237547103047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5499554237547103047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5499554237547103047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-alive.html' title='I AM alive.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2080188823394048281</id><published>2008-02-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:28:00.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talia's Room</title><content type='html'>I just finished redoing T's Room. Here are a couple of pictures of the before: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d1xboNv1I/AAAAAAAAALE/U_mfcVlh-BM/s1600-h/Talia%27s+Room2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163224989894033234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d1xboNv1I/AAAAAAAAALE/U_mfcVlh-BM/s320/Talia%27s+Room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d1s7oNv0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RCwO5NSVmGk/s1600-h/Talia%27s+Room1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163224912584621890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d1s7oNv0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RCwO5NSVmGk/s320/Talia%27s+Room1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are the after shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163225745808277362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d2dboNv3I/AAAAAAAAALU/9VS84C7cS4k/s320/IMG_3904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163226055045922690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d2vboNv4I/AAAAAAAAALc/As_PgJKKTms/s320/IMG_3905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163225488110239586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d2OboNv2I/AAAAAAAAALM/5K3Ka-ANp4U/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think that I need to paint the butterflies on these walls too? Hubby thinks it will be too much, and I can't decide. Any opinions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-2080188823394048281?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2080188823394048281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2080188823394048281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2080188823394048281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2080188823394048281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/talias-room.html' title='Talia&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6d1xboNv1I/AAAAAAAAALE/U_mfcVlh-BM/s72-c/Talia%27s+Room2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-4988455640200987459</id><published>2008-02-04T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:04:35.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clownin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a fun photo collection of Mom, Bre, &amp;amp; Dad coming to Houston. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c7OLoNvqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/la13x8wsapk/s1600-h/IMG_3875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163160612629233314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c7OLoNvqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/la13x8wsapk/s320/IMG_3875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't my nephew cute!? He's such a ham! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c60roNvpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U3GCVypmmks/s1600-h/IMG_3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163160174542569106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c60roNvpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U3GCVypmmks/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hangin' out at Brandon &amp;amp; Melinda's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163168287735791314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dCM7oNvtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/u89CeQt7U4U/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dad &amp;amp; CJ - All smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c4x7oNvoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wM6DudSlY1M/s1600-h/mom+and+dad+camera+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163157928274673282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c4x7oNvoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wM6DudSlY1M/s320/mom+and+dad+camera+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom &amp;amp; Dad at the Houston Temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163169863988788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dDoroNvuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AVqz2Agns0k/s320/IMG_3850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A trip to Chuck E Cheese never hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163170207586172674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dD8roNvwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J-wxpOHNQYo/s320/IMG_3862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love ya, Sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163170817471528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dEgLoNvyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mxaplo_Bd6s/s320/IMG_3865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Talia couldn't get enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163170100211990258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dD2boNvvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7bp8gl05lig/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aeron was enthralled with all the lights and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163171182543748914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6dE1boNvzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/j6fM90dobjQ/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brandt even had time to find a girlfriend.  What a mack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt is so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czR7oNvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5MIcD8k-08/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151880960720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czR7oNvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5MIcD8k-08/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salt Grass Steak House.... YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czMroNvlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dJP1_Jf1nKw/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151790766407250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czMroNvlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dJP1_Jf1nKw/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't forget my little cutie, Aeron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czF7oNvkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oOlEgMFHRFI/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151674802290242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czF7oNvkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oOlEgMFHRFI/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramma with the grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cy-roNvjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-nJC7MM0yUM/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151550248238642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cy-roNvjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-nJC7MM0yUM/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking out by the Cadillac Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a good time dancing and signing... in broad daylight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, we got some interesting looks.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cysboNvhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pbo4hmUcj0I/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151236715626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cysboNvhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pbo4hmUcj0I/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cygroNvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M6E5AsHiPQc/s1600-h/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151034852163074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cygroNvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M6E5AsHiPQc/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say cheese!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163148960382958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cwn7oNvUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KP4-K28YfkQ/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a fun day!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cySroNvfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YIdEZ0OOGAE/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150794333994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cySroNvfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YIdEZ0OOGAE/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puddle splashing by the fountain.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150729909485026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cyO7oNveI/AAAAAAAAAII/HwGxw_NRztQ/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Run, Talia, Adam &amp;amp; Amber!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150532340989394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cyDboNvdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8_0T3-mcjhU/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom was feeling pretty good after fitting into my jeans! You go girl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150403491970498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cx77oNvcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/igQ6fL_4A3s/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Landon &amp;amp; Bre, taking a break for a photo opp.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150291822820786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cx1boNvbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K33kqmc2SiE/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Standing close to the alligators, just not too close!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150197333540258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cxv7oNvaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_AAkFSHl4Bg/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cutie cousins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163150124319096210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cxrroNvZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WukXdxiqilU/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here fishy, fishy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149952520404354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cxhroNvYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aZpj-8cNq0E/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Go away, fishy fishy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is such a priceless moment captured. I love it!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149827966352754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cxaboNvXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WwDnBJalV8A/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Feeding the sting rays.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149531613609314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cxJLoNvWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/74_FM-aFh0s/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not.... feeding the sting rays. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149372699819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cw_7oNvVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ov4Es1u_huw/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No, you go first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144991833177122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6ctA7oNvCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cEZq7RuOYu0/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We did it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163148685505051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cwX7oNvSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rYF9yvO79Lw/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taking a break to admire the cuties...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163148586720804114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cwSLoNvRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0VZFybdNWfY/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love these little boogers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163148294663027970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cwBLoNvQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9AiTT45v_RA/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Princess 24/7&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147976835448034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cvuroNvOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/A_KrhPau-Dk/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun with cousins at the aquarium.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163148200173747442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cv7roNvPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hnV4VcGcg1c/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Mom at the Alamo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147736317279426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cvgroNvMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KK6bt7DmoWw/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Aeron&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147220921203858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cvCroNvJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EDoT-cM9Z5o/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Feeding the ducks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147332590353570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cvJLoNvKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/p2dkqZbeFn0/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More feeding the ducks &amp;amp;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147405604797618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cvNboNvLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y3V50IdFDmQ/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping warm... barely!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163145545883958338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cthLoNvEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3bHT1uUEVn4/s320/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was smart and stayed in the car with Aeron.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163145464279579698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6ctcboNvDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7C2EEkhub6I/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Breanna's even cute when she's freezing!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144326113246226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6csaLoNvBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/15NnBsJD3XY/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are just wrestling around on the bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163146679755324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cujLoNvII/AAAAAAAAAFY/mihq_q__Kyw/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back at the Animal Park. Where its up close &amp;amp; personal!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163146422057286754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cuULoNvGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i6vP-RVZqxk/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only sign that made us question our visit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163146559496240242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6cucLoNvHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4fzjJmoB1bM/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maybe this was why we needed to stay inside??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163145794992061522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6ctvroNvFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UmB0qlvJqn0/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tuckered out at the Space Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who gets to carry me!??!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163151975450001010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6czXboNvnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Hetz95yeFAA/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Late night hair fiasco that led to a 12:30am WalMart run for hair dye. Breanna, you're such a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163160810197728962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c7ZroNvsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/80_oLgiJ8LY/s320/IMG_3899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163160724298383026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c7UroNvrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rW8YJMVQynE/s320/IMG_3896.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just one last cheese. Love you guys! Miss ya already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2241912417902344218-4988455640200987459?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4988455640200987459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=4988455640200987459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4988455640200987459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/4988455640200987459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/clownin-around.html' title='Clownin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R6c7OLoNvqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/la13x8wsapk/s72-c/IMG_3875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-1599181792922314096</id><published>2008-01-22T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:28:29.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Park Adventure</title><content type='html'>My parents and my sister came to Houston to visit and we decided to go to an animal park not too far from our house. It was so great! We were all freezing, but we still had a blast. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504936799845378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5aw6LoNvAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OXPj9go6Kss/s320/IMG_3800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Aren't Matt &amp;amp; Talia SO cute!? They look so much alike, it's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5aw2roNu_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2l6B1I9DeR4/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504876670303218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5aw2roNu_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2l6B1I9DeR4/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so this Ostrich was possessed or something. It came up to me and went crazy on the bucket of food. I thought, "Man, if I'm going to have any food left, I better put it in the center of the tram." Nope. The ostrich just stretched his neck and gobbled up the rest. I was sitting on the edge, but he reached 3 people in to get the food. It was just a tad unnerving! You can see by the picture that the food was just FLYING into his mouth, he was eating so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awv7oNu-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_v6bHEtUXIw/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504760706186210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awv7oNu-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_v6bHEtUXIw/s320/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aeron was enthralled by all the animals! He just couldn't stop cooing at them, and when he would take a breath, he got this funny scowl on his face. It was pretty funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awr7oNu9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lh85V-OJuW4/s1600-h/IMG_3786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504691986709458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awr7oNu9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lh85V-OJuW4/s320/IMG_3786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously up close &amp;amp; personal. These animals were HUGE! You can only see a small portion of their horns. All the other animals in the park would give these a wide berth and so we were a little nervous at first. But once the food was there, they didn't mind at all to be touched. It was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awm7oNu8I/AAAAAAAAADs/xSai1nirmXw/s1600-h/IMG_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504606087363522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awm7oNu8I/AAAAAAAAADs/xSai1nirmXw/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's part of the gang. That's Brandon's family in the front. Matt &amp;amp; our kids were in the back of the tram and so we got all the stragglers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awgboNu7I/AAAAAAAAADk/MJclEMeFXwo/s1600-h/IMG_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158504494418213810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5awgboNu7I/AAAAAAAAADk/MJclEMeFXwo/s320/IMG_3779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Aeron &amp;amp; I at the petting area. He was completely transfixed. It was so neat to see him experiencing this. Everything is always so new &amp;amp; wonderful through his eyes.&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/2241912417902344218-1599181792922314096?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1599181792922314096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=1599181792922314096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1599181792922314096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/1599181792922314096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-parents-and-my-sister-came-to.html' title='Animal Park Adventure'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5aw6LoNvAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OXPj9go6Kss/s72-c/IMG_3800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-2641371467202717380</id><published>2008-01-22T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:26:48.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5avEroNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/aTFmTShfJmw/s1600-h/IMG_3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158502918165216162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5avEroNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/aTFmTShfJmw/s320/IMG_3843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here're the bookshelves we got. They are a really pretty cherry color. I think that after I hang some curtains and organize all the stuff on the shelves a little better, I'll be about done with this room. I was originally going to paint the room a nice warm brown, but now, I'm not so sure. Maybe I just need to go to Home Depot to find that oh-so-perfect color?? Sounds fun to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5avALoNu5I/AAAAAAAAADU/wgfFrk2Zi2o/s1600-h/IMG_3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158502840855804818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5avALoNu5I/AAAAAAAAADU/wgfFrk2Zi2o/s320/IMG_3846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the bed and two nightstands. I was so excited to show them off that I didn't even finish putting on the knobs. I'm such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5au6roNu4I/AAAAAAAAADM/j_1P_Jeu_O4/s1600-h/IMG_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158502746366524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5au6roNu4I/AAAAAAAAADM/j_1P_Jeu_O4/s320/IMG_3848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Here's our new dresser. Matt &amp;amp; I are still marveling that after 8 years of marriage, we FINALLY have bedroom furniture that are actually made of wood &amp;amp; not particle board! YEAH!!!&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/2241912417902344218-2641371467202717380?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2641371467202717380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=2641371467202717380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2641371467202717380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/2641371467202717380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/herere-bookshelves-we-got.html' title='New Furniture'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R5avEroNu6I/AAAAAAAAADc/aTFmTShfJmw/s72-c/IMG_3843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5961481902165364084</id><published>2008-01-17T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:15:24.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to Me!</title><content type='html'>So, I was looking back and remembering what I used to get excited about when I was a kid.  Things like: My new bike, Barbie dolls were a big hit with me, a pretty dress or fun outfit was always a good thing, and when I got my ears pierced I thought that I had flown over the moon.  OK, so I still get excited when I get a new outfit, but I thought it was funny that now I'm excited about a Washer and Dryer or something equally boring to any 6 yr old.  I guess now that I'm an OLD woman,  I'm entitled to be wierd. :)  My point?  Yesterday I got a new bedroom set and 2 bookshelves for the den &amp;amp; I can't stop looking at &amp;amp; touching them.  Am I insane or do I just need to get out more? It's like Christmas all over again &amp;amp; I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-5961481902165364084?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5961481902165364084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5961481902165364084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5961481902165364084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5961481902165364084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to Me!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-3517281788015072495</id><published>2008-01-14T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:00:49.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Daaaa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4uU52SQPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/JmI3DOMcQGY/s1600-h/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155377920001195618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4uU52SQPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/JmI3DOMcQGY/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;So here's the finished project. It was more fun doing the faux painting than I thought it would be. It was like I was creating something instead of just painting. I also had Breanna &amp;amp; Melinda giving me pointers the whole time. Thanks guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-3517281788015072495?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3517281788015072495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=3517281788015072495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3517281788015072495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/3517281788015072495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/ta-daaaa.html' title='Ta Daaaa!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4uU52SQPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/JmI3DOMcQGY/s72-c/IMG_3770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-295403448852227004</id><published>2008-01-07T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:54:12.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm almost finished with yet another painting project... But I need some advice. What does it need? I'm thinking of doing a faux finish with a darker paint so it looks more European. Any opinions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a before shot from before the house was even finished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152931047067893314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4LjfGSQPkI/AAAAAAAAACc/V2r7Cxgm5o8/s320/IMG_3483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the after or well, the 'almost done??':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152932808004484690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4LlFmSQPlI/AAAAAAAAACk/mepkwY6HR_E/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't my husband awesome!?  He always does my 'touch up' painting because I suck at it.  He's such a rock star!!!&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/2241912417902344218-295403448852227004?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/295403448852227004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=295403448852227004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/295403448852227004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/295403448852227004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/opinions-wanted.html' title='Opinions Wanted'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R4LjfGSQPkI/AAAAAAAAACc/V2r7Cxgm5o8/s72-c/IMG_3483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-6109381998635628492</id><published>2008-01-03T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:38:11.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle of Miracles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31FeWSQPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/tKDFiB9IDLw/s1600-h/New+Photo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151349936462249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31FeWSQPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/tKDFiB9IDLw/s320/New+Photo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151349764663557666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31FUWSQPiI/AAAAAAAAACM/lmDvFjqYUWU/s320/New+Photo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I decided that since it doesn't happen very often, I'd document it. The kids had a blast helping with the dishes.  We cranked up the music and all pitched in.  Both Talia &amp;amp; Brandt had to change their clothes afterward. They were absolutely drenched! What a fun time doing chores... Now if I could be this creative with getting them to clean their rooms we'll have it made.&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/2241912417902344218-6109381998635628492?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6109381998635628492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=6109381998635628492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6109381998635628492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/6109381998635628492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/miracle-of-miracles.html' title='Miracle of Miracles!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31FeWSQPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/tKDFiB9IDLw/s72-c/New+Photo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-8096349107504164757</id><published>2008-01-03T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:15:20.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House... Is a very very very fine house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been asking to see our new house, so here's a couple of pictures. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340070922370482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R308gGSQPbI/AAAAAAAAABU/fe5czI1fEgE/s320/Front+of+House+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340367275113922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R308xWSQPcI/AAAAAAAAABc/bkYnki_hAbc/s320/Rear+of+House+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340577728511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R3089mSQPdI/AAAAAAAAABk/rRa0WpukzeE/s320/Family+Room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the upstairs family room on the right side of the room. The left side is open for the kids to play and will eventually have the futon when we buy some living room furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151341565570989538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R3093GSQPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/_kAIT2-MEX8/s320/Kitchen2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my favorite room in the house! I Love my kitchen! Its about 3 times the size of the one in Bellevue. I actually enjoy cooking now. Who knew I just needed a little more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151345860538285586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31BxGSQPhI/AAAAAAAAACE/YvEigTYa1UM/s320/Stairs3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a shot coming down the stairs looking out over the living room/dining area.  The master is off to the right as well as the downstairs bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the downstairs bath.  I've been doing some painting.  Well, I &lt;em&gt;started &lt;/em&gt;doing some painting and began with this room.  So, here's a before of the downstairs bath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151343442471697906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30_kWSQPfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-0ySgwlY_50/s320/Guest+Bath.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And the after. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151345237768027650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R31BM2SQPgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q8NJD4LxX80/s320/New+Photo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now all I have to do is finish painting 6 more rooms, and I'll begin to put stuff up on the walls. Yep, that's right. We've lived here since Oct 12 and I still have yet to put things on the walls. Sad, huh!?  When I'm done painting, I'll post those rooms too.&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/2241912417902344218-8096349107504164757?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8096349107504164757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=8096349107504164757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8096349107504164757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/8096349107504164757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-house-is-very-very-very-fine-house.html' title='Our House... Is a very very very fine house.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R308gGSQPbI/AAAAAAAAABU/fe5czI1fEgE/s72-c/Front+of+House+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-7226644598963023286</id><published>2008-01-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:59:39.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30Tf2SQPaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EouIoP0_6H8/s1600-h/New+Photos+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151294986650664354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30Tf2SQPaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EouIoP0_6H8/s320/New+Photos+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we brought the New Year in with style. Nyquil and Sudafed were our guests of honor at our party! Even though we're sick, we're still in good spirits and even managed a fun photo opp.  I love this picture: all the loves in my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2241912417902344218-7226644598963023286?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7226644598963023286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=7226644598963023286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7226644598963023286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/7226644598963023286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30Tf2SQPaI/AAAAAAAAABM/EouIoP0_6H8/s72-c/New+Photos+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-5720487877047301137</id><published>2008-01-03T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:53:53.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>A big happy birthday to Talia! She is such a big girl at 3 yrs old!  At least she thinks so.  We had a little party earlier with some friends, but forgot the camera. I just have to face it, I'm getting old. Here's a couple that I did remember to take:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30RWWSQPXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zmQxewSHY0w/s1600-h/New+Photos+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151292624418651506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30RWWSQPXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zmQxewSHY0w/s320/New+Photos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandt was adamant about having birthday hats! Talia was just excited to blow out the candles and open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151293612261129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30SP2SQPYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GjxMsmAXkTY/s320/New+Photos+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She dresses up in her new princess dresses every day. I swear the girl goes through 3 outfits a day before settling on a frilly dress. Laundry gets exciting with her around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151294084707532178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30SrWSQPZI/AAAAAAAAABE/ps-QXJl14O4/s320/New+Photos+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not even getting started on her earrings that she got from her Gramma.  Needless to say, they were her favorite gift!  Thanks, Gram! &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/2241912417902344218-5720487877047301137?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5720487877047301137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=5720487877047301137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5720487877047301137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/5720487877047301137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30RWWSQPXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zmQxewSHY0w/s72-c/New+Photos+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241912417902344218.post-694327979008536489</id><published>2008-01-03T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:40:40.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start, right?</title><content type='html'>Hey Friends &amp;amp; Family! We thought we'd jump on the bandwagon and start blogging our lovely little history for others to enjoy. (Well, ok, that's debatable - but at least &lt;em&gt;we'll&lt;/em&gt; enjoy reading it on occasion.) I know that many of you are 10 times better at this than I will ever be, but at least it is a start. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151282548425375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30IL2SQPVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xwojcu3vr3o/s320/M,+A,+%26+A+sm+Dec07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to share a couple of pictures that we took a couple of weeks ago in a park downtown. It is still crazy to me that its January and still in the 70s! Gotta love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151282630029753698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30IQmSQPWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EO6kEXu-4fU/s320/B+%26+T+sm+Dec07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, I know I'm completely biased, but aren't the kids adorable? It was so funny; we spent an hour taking pictures and they wouldn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; smile until we said, "OK, LAST one!!!" I guess that's all you really need. &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/2241912417902344218-694327979008536489?l=mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/694327979008536489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2241912417902344218&amp;postID=694327979008536489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/694327979008536489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2241912417902344218/posts/default/694327979008536489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcowleyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-start-right.html' title='It&apos;s a start, right?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/SW-Kp1jKHcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SbfIwCotvcs/S220/Matt+%26+Amber+Christmas+2008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oi1eiIghr9c/R30IL2SQPVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xwojcu3vr3o/s72-c/M,+A,+%26+A+sm+Dec07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
