<?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-669510995762318221</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:11:37.526-08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Moments of Marlowe's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-961941021126005453</id><published>2012-02-10T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:11:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful thursday</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful, I am their mom. I am so thankful that I get a front seat to all their crazy shenanigans. I am so thankful that I get to spend everyday with them. But most importantly I am so thankful that I get to experience their love everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DmvZfUVlHtc/TzXMnyrcZBI/AAAAAAAABr4/6Ac92kRJTJ8/s1600/DSC_9883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DmvZfUVlHtc/TzXMnyrcZBI/AAAAAAAABr4/6Ac92kRJTJ8/s320/DSC_9883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707693086752924690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb014kL5FFs/TzXMnPNKwII/AAAAAAAABrs/1zThYRRtF94/s1600/DSC_9846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb014kL5FFs/TzXMnPNKwII/AAAAAAAABrs/1zThYRRtF94/s320/DSC_9846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707693077230698626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsylrh9JCcM/TzXMmwDT_NI/AAAAAAAABrg/wi_IvWPj5s0/s1600/DSC_9854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsylrh9JCcM/TzXMmwDT_NI/AAAAAAAABrg/wi_IvWPj5s0/s320/DSC_9854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707693068867861714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNgXC0wbK2I/TzXMoRRfpeI/AAAAAAAABsE/QyYttFU_jGc/s1600/DSC_9886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNgXC0wbK2I/TzXMoRRfpeI/AAAAAAAABsE/QyYttFU_jGc/s320/DSC_9886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707693094965585378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-961941021126005453?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/961941021126005453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/02/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/961941021126005453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/961941021126005453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/02/thankful-thursday.html' title='thankful thursday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DmvZfUVlHtc/TzXMnyrcZBI/AAAAAAAABr4/6Ac92kRJTJ8/s72-c/DSC_9883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1887724916285057811</id><published>2012-01-19T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:05:44.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer, staining, structures  and sickness...oh my!</title><content type='html'>We are alive.&lt;br /&gt;But boy has this been a crazy month. And yes, I know, it's not over.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I mentioned this before but we started staining our fence in the beginning of December. I completed the entire outside by myself, but when I started the inside I ran into quite a few obstacles that threw me off my game. So once we got through NYE, we decided it was time to finish the fence. With the help of my dad, he and Steve finished staining the fence and it looks great- However, three days later, Steve got sick and I mean really sick. He spent three days off of work (then the weekend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; day so 6 days total) and although I know he didn't enjoy it- it was tough being mom to three. While Steve was recovering- we were asked by a neighbor moving if we wanted to buy their wooden play structure (they couldn't take it with them) The only catch it had to be gone by Monday (this was the Wednesday before- and the day we went to the DR to determine Steve had bacterial bronchitis) so we called my parents again and they made the trek back up for the second weekend in a row, to help us get it moved over. And in between all the craziness, Mason started soccer. I am praying that our pace slows down just a bit. I feel like we are running a mile a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how NICELY the play structure matches our new stained fence.&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be. It was destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJbqKQmh7ps/TxjKfcws2eI/AAAAAAAABrI/NTaLyKYJb1Q/s1600/DSC_9804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJbqKQmh7ps/TxjKfcws2eI/AAAAAAAABrI/NTaLyKYJb1Q/s320/DSC_9804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699527970082576866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reags&lt;/span&gt; LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for a bit warmer weather so we can really try it out.&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/-zAGV3Vd7CMw/TxjKetl68aI/AAAAAAAABq8/nvQ2wTBkIQE/s1600/DSC_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAGV3Vd7CMw/TxjKetl68aI/AAAAAAAABq8/nvQ2wTBkIQE/s320/DSC_9821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699527957420896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and his buddy ready for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Qjl0s86ys/TxjKeflL8bI/AAAAAAAABqw/eujRFCXTMbU/s1600/DSC_9764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Qjl0s86ys/TxjKeflL8bI/AAAAAAAABqw/eujRFCXTMbU/s320/DSC_9764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699527953659720114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three amigos practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk31mmawyvM/TxjKhB2AvGI/AAAAAAAABrU/zfDWUI2L1Rg/s1600/DSC_9767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk31mmawyvM/TxjKhB2AvGI/AAAAAAAABrU/zfDWUI2L1Rg/s320/DSC_9767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699527997216832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1887724916285057811?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1887724916285057811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/soccer-staining-structures-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1887724916285057811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1887724916285057811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/soccer-staining-structures-and.html' title='Soccer, staining, structures  and sickness...oh my!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJbqKQmh7ps/TxjKfcws2eI/AAAAAAAABrI/NTaLyKYJb1Q/s72-c/DSC_9804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2238345234204086161</id><published>2012-01-05T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:26:22.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>To ring in 2012, we invited some college friends over for a family friendly NYE! We had a great time and almost everyone made it till midnight. Both Reagan and Jax (who are a month apart) crashed before 9 and Mason made it until 9:30 before calling it a night. It was fun to have more adults there to celebrate and Kait and Noah had a blast staying up so late! Plus it was our first official sleepover in the new house (grandparents not included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaitlyn, Jax and Reagan enjoying dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpUTnR5CEdw/TwXqamlylQI/AAAAAAAABpY/2yLx4_qfem8/s1600/DSC_9666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpUTnR5CEdw/TwXqamlylQI/AAAAAAAABpY/2yLx4_qfem8/s320/DSC_9666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215046636410114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6rCaDazjFE/TwXqZz_eNuI/AAAAAAAABpE/PsCvhsWpd0U/s1600/DSC_9683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6rCaDazjFE/TwXqZz_eNuI/AAAAAAAABpE/PsCvhsWpd0U/s320/DSC_9683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215033053918946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tb08gT1k8HQ/TwXqZqagXjI/AAAAAAAABo0/OOqgx6ONheo/s1600/DSC_9677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tb08gT1k8HQ/TwXqZqagXjI/AAAAAAAABo0/OOqgx6ONheo/s320/DSC_9677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215030482951730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwSbJVNyhso/TwXqZdIXDnI/AAAAAAAABoo/Hx2dKVxscf8/s1600/DSC_9672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwSbJVNyhso/TwXqZdIXDnI/AAAAAAAABoo/Hx2dKVxscf8/s320/DSC_9672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215026917183090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jax going in for his first kiss of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSZagFUqg2w/TwXqgq8_QUI/AAAAAAAABpk/QmoJr_6uLrM/s1600/DSC_9712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSZagFUqg2w/TwXqgq8_QUI/AAAAAAAABpk/QmoJr_6uLrM/s320/DSC_9712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215150886666562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure that Mason approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MygAQw5lcT0/TwXqg9qCqNI/AAAAAAAABpw/Ev1PG3IMfI8/s1600/DSC_9713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MygAQw5lcT0/TwXqg9qCqNI/AAAAAAAABpw/Ev1PG3IMfI8/s320/DSC_9713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215155907471570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Maretti/Marlowe gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m4Mbg-K5cs/TwXqaV9s4RI/AAAAAAAABpM/2Mnz6pDfl5Y/s1600/DSC_9699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5m4Mbg-K5cs/TwXqaV9s4RI/AAAAAAAABpM/2Mnz6pDfl5Y/s320/DSC_9699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215042173296914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2238345234204086161?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2238345234204086161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2238345234204086161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2238345234204086161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpUTnR5CEdw/TwXqamlylQI/AAAAAAAABpY/2yLx4_qfem8/s72-c/DSC_9666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6070106246652232480</id><published>2012-01-04T19:21:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:02:26.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Review</title><content type='html'>WOW. To say 2011 was eventful is an understatement. Here are the Marlowe highlight's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a photography class in January and started to learn more about my DSLR. It was the best thing I could have done. I really enjoy taking pictures and I feel like every day I get better. Mason also started mother's day out. It was hard for both of us at the beginning but well worth the tears. Reagan also experienced her first snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In February, Mason gave up his bink. It was his best friend for 2 1/2 years. We took it to the Disney store and he "bought" Cars.  He also went to his first (of many) Lowe's Build and Grow Clinics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reagan started walking shortly before her first birthday. She hasn't stopped since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May brought our first road trip (to Arkansas). Visits with old friends and trips to the pool and lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July brought Mason's 3rd birthday and shortly after our trip into potty training, which was a success. And I am happy to report we are full time underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mason started preschool in August.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BIG THINGS happened in September including us buying a house in Knoxville and Reagan's trip to the ER which resulted in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;November brought a surprise trip to Seattle (Steve had a conference there) so we tagged along. As well as great news for Steve, he was promoted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And somewhere along the way, Reagan started talking. I mean really talking. She says and repeats everything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year of Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HPYy2DaUdc/TwUfmkmGmoI/AAAAAAAABoE/j-1Zd9jqCmM/s1600/Reagan%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HPYy2DaUdc/TwUfmkmGmoI/AAAAAAAABoE/j-1Zd9jqCmM/s400/Reagan%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693992051398843010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year of Mason&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/-6nGzQbsbRGo/TwUfmWA7dYI/AAAAAAAABn4/Z3K0nZ16QE4/s1600/Mason%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nGzQbsbRGo/TwUfmWA7dYI/AAAAAAAABn4/Z3K0nZ16QE4/s400/Mason%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693992047484827010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite photos of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3a1zFUDZ5A/TwUfoYQ6xjI/AAAAAAAABog/wll86V6nWKw/s1600/IMG_6449bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3a1zFUDZ5A/TwUfoYQ6xjI/AAAAAAAABog/wll86V6nWKw/s400/IMG_6449bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693992082448500274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another favorite.&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/-RA0BbFeLAd4/TwUfoMifHHI/AAAAAAAABoQ/emqql_b9534/s1600/marlowe%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RA0BbFeLAd4/TwUfoMifHHI/AAAAAAAABoQ/emqql_b9534/s400/marlowe%2B138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693992079300959346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only imagine what 2012 will hold. Bring it on. One. Two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6070106246652232480?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6070106246652232480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6070106246652232480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6070106246652232480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-review.html' title='2011 Review'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HPYy2DaUdc/TwUfmkmGmoI/AAAAAAAABoE/j-1Zd9jqCmM/s72-c/Reagan%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1117601596417922277</id><published>2011-12-30T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:34:30.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>Our Christmas began on December 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. We packed up the car and headed to visit the grandparents. We arrived Thursday afternoon and were greeted by "the guys" (Mason's cousins). If I have said this once, I have said it a thousand times- hands down best thing about moving back east, getting to see Mason and Reagan spend quality time with their cousins. They LOVE them. They all play together and watching their bond grow warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the festivities began! We had breakfast with their great grandparents and then exchanged presents with the Holt's and Grandpa and Grandma. Mason and Reagan were in heaven. It was just enough to get them even more excited for what was to come. The Holt's headed home that afternoon and we had a nice quiet dinner with Grandma and Grandpa. As we were getting ready to put Mason to bed, there was a knock on the door and we opened it to hear Carolers. I have never had Carolers come to my door definitely a benefit of living in a small town. It was a wonderful surprise and a great way to remember the true meaning of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; breakfast with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marlowe's&lt;/span&gt;- including their great-grandma, great Uncle, great Aunt, Gram, Uncle Bryan and Aunt Michelle. Great Uncle David was in from California and this was his first time meeting Reagan. It took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; a little while to warm up but once he did- he had a blast hanging with David. They shared a love for video taping and picture taking! After breakfast we headed to Grams to exchange gifts with her and Uncle Bryan and Aunt Michelle.  We spent the afternoon packing the car back up and getting ready to head back to Knoxville. Before heading out, we stopped by the Becky and Johnny's to enjoy Christmas with the Short's. We had dinner and visited with even more cousins before putting on our PJ's and getting in the car at 7pm to make the drive back to Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first year trying to do Christmas Eve in Winchester and then heading back to Knoxville for Christmas and I have to say it worked out great. The drive back was quiet and uneventful. Traffic was moving and for the most part, both of our kiddos slept. Although right before heading out, Mason realized he never sent Santa a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; list and insisted on writing one. (Luckily, he fell asleep a few minutes later). We made it home in a little over 2 hours and both of the kids fell right back to sleep giving Santa the whole night to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we woke Mason and Reagan up at 8:30 because they were both still sound asleep. Santa was great to Mason and Reagan as were all our family and friends. Mason was PUMPED to open presents, see what he got and then open more. Reagan wanted to open one and play so we helped her open most of them.  By noon everything was open, and playtime began! We spent the entire afternoon playing, riding Mason's new bike and enjoying being a family together. We couldn't have asked for a better Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was lucky to snap a picture of Christmas after Santa came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOuEWKdEkMs/Tv6AgZbrGYI/AAAAAAAABms/kCbxT1EVeZA/s1600/DSC_9630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOuEWKdEkMs/Tv6AgZbrGYI/AAAAAAAABms/kCbxT1EVeZA/s320/DSC_9630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128273114012034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason opening up presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbmwHnJw6iQ/Tv6AhBqQuDI/AAAAAAAABnQ/wkocMveKIbo/s1600/DSC_9654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbmwHnJw6iQ/Tv6AhBqQuDI/AAAAAAAABnQ/wkocMveKIbo/s320/DSC_9654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128283912615986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that Mason was watching Reagan intently open a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doQXNZy-ibU/Tv6Ag79bOSI/AAAAAAAABnE/R0y7yoggpXY/s1600/DSC_9652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doQXNZy-ibU/Tv6Ag79bOSI/AAAAAAAABnE/R0y7yoggpXY/s320/DSC_9652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128282382383394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know yet, this girl LOVES Minnie. She got two Minnie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bowtique&lt;/span&gt; dolls and one plush Minnie. She was in heaven. Lord help us.&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/-0tzXNnwnlSo/Tv6AgS5Vu9I/AAAAAAAABm4/sSPYvsPwAF0/s1600/DSC_9649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0tzXNnwnlSo/Tv6AgS5Vu9I/AAAAAAAABm4/sSPYvsPwAF0/s320/DSC_9649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128271359392722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa0uyMO5oRM/Tv6AhpSACLI/AAAAAAAABnc/mJUWoQCeZvo/s1600/DSC_9660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa0uyMO5oRM/Tv6AhpSACLI/AAAAAAAABnc/mJUWoQCeZvo/s320/DSC_9660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128294548277426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the back of a super hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6boKFIQp7w/Tv6AmWt7TYI/AAAAAAAABno/A4ST3YCZEzU/s1600/DSC_9661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6boKFIQp7w/Tv6AmWt7TYI/AAAAAAAABno/A4ST3YCZEzU/s320/DSC_9661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128375464480130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We hope you had a great Christmas as well and are gearing up for a new year. Ready or not, 2012 is on it's way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1117601596417922277?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1117601596417922277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1117601596417922277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1117601596417922277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOuEWKdEkMs/Tv6AgZbrGYI/AAAAAAAABms/kCbxT1EVeZA/s72-c/DSC_9630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6005600561015210501</id><published>2011-12-20T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:55:18.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Crafting</title><content type='html'>Before having kids, I loved to craft. It filled my soul, gave me a sense of peace and honestly was fun. Once Mason was born, I tried to keep up but it slowly dwindled. After Reagan, it was a sinking ship. I mean chasing two toddlers and trying to craft?! I did some things on the side and while yes I enjoyed it, it was also typically last minute and rushed and that sense of peace and fun wasn't completely there.  Well, 19 months after her birth and I feel like I am starting to remember how to swim, so I decided this month to go all out crafty and enjoy it. I took my time, and incorporated Mason. I figured if I really liked it, maybe he would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up- Oreo Truffles. I found the recipe and printable &lt;a href="http://www.thetomkatstudio.com/easy-oreo-truffle-recipe-printable-label-recipe-card/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I love that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TomKat&lt;/span&gt; Studio has free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;printables&lt;/span&gt; and really good, easy ideas. I had never had Oreo Truffles so I made them for Mom's Night IN (a cookie exchange) as a test run to see if I wanted to make them as Christmas presents. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DEEE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LISH&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously. Try them. Mason was super pumped to work the food chopper with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;. He was concerned that the whole bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oreo's&lt;/span&gt; was being chopped. I did the rest, but he was pleased to help and for me that was enough to make the whole experience worth while! Here is our final product and since presentation is 90% I added pics of that as well. We gave these to Mason's teacher (along with some other things), the director and assistant director of his school, and his speech therapist. Even though we finished therapy- he has done so awesome since then that we wanted to say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little box was in the dollar bin at Target. I love the peek-a-boo window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyEniEJ4PNg/TvE6MyXCtoI/AAAAAAAABlk/jORrWaVsPjM/s1600/DSC_9578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyEniEJ4PNg/TvE6MyXCtoI/AAAAAAAABlk/jORrWaVsPjM/s320/DSC_9578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391795696907906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not just a box of chocolates. We made those! It was fun to drizzle chocolate on them or sprinkle them with crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oreo's&lt;/span&gt; and look at how NICE they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTylwt31YcY/TvE6Mv8hA6I/AAAAAAAABlY/9ZfECqxrmTY/s1600/DSC_9580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTylwt31YcY/TvE6Mv8hA6I/AAAAAAAABlY/9ZfECqxrmTY/s320/DSC_9580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391795048776610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved having them all ready to go and lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0ex41AiZrc/TvE6NC65T_I/AAAAAAAABlw/FbvbojXFDFk/s1600/DSC_9585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0ex41AiZrc/TvE6NC65T_I/AAAAAAAABlw/FbvbojXFDFk/s320/DSC_9585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391800142254066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, we decided to make Reindeer Food for the kids in his class. (I am hoping they didn't do this in class, but Mason said no, so I believed him) Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TomKat&lt;/span&gt; came through with a free printable &lt;a href="http://www.thetomkatstudio.com/free-printables-reindeer-food-tags/"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only used oats and glitter. Mason measured and poured the oats into every bag and then I added the glitter, he held the bag while I tied the ribbon. This year he discovered candy canes so we added one to each bag as a  little something for the kids too. Mason is very excited to hand these out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our reindeer food lined up and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvhIKq5hIvY/TvE6Nz4NWHI/AAAAAAAABmE/hEHQKemAoIw/s1600/DSC_9597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvhIKq5hIvY/TvE6Nz4NWHI/AAAAAAAABmE/hEHQKemAoIw/s320/DSC_9597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391813284321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was a little preoccupied with a show, but he wanted to show off the final product.&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/-GqXDi8XBJ24/TvE6UuP9-5I/AAAAAAAABmU/fy9RhMKKgfI/s1600/DSC_9601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqXDi8XBJ24/TvE6UuP9-5I/AAAAAAAABmU/fy9RhMKKgfI/s320/DSC_9601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391932032449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the candy cane hanging from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgWSur4zBmM/TvE6U-sNJrI/AAAAAAAABmc/b0TkQBV5-Oc/s1600/DSC_9603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgWSur4zBmM/TvE6U-sNJrI/AAAAAAAABmc/b0TkQBV5-Oc/s320/DSC_9603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391936445851314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this printable. Totally made my packaging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0H1gtnUF3M/TvE6NnPsEeI/AAAAAAAABl8/Ql7VqcEBcV0/s1600/DSC_9594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0H1gtnUF3M/TvE6NnPsEeI/AAAAAAAABl8/Ql7VqcEBcV0/s320/DSC_9594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391809893143010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Holiday Crafting everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6005600561015210501?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6005600561015210501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-crafting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6005600561015210501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6005600561015210501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-crafting.html' title='Holiday Crafting'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyEniEJ4PNg/TvE6MyXCtoI/AAAAAAAABlk/jORrWaVsPjM/s72-c/DSC_9578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-8615463101730171830</id><published>2011-12-19T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:36:53.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas PJ's</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of quirks. I know this, I like Reagan's hair in pigtails and sewing the patch on Mason's Lowe's vest the night he finishes the project. I like to plan the meals weeks on Sunday and Tuesday is laundry day. Like I said, I have a lot of quirks. Bless my children's hearts my favorite thing is matching clothes- or to be more specific PJ's. Nothing says sweetness like two toddlers running around in matching Christmas PJ's. It makes my heart melt and for that moment everything is right in the world. Regardless of how messy the living room is, or if the dishes are done. My babies are matching.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look, I think you will see for a minute why everything is right in my world tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?!? Can you bottle this cuteness?&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/-mAAexpXoSBw/TvABhRAPZqI/AAAAAAAABkw/FGi_BPOCRgI/s1600/DSC_9531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAAexpXoSBw/TvABhRAPZqI/AAAAAAAABkw/FGi_BPOCRgI/s320/DSC_9531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688048000380659362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that FACE? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt;. What am I going to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQda-y2Gb0U/TvABpfbihoI/AAAAAAAABlA/ME53KrZ8y-o/s1600/DSC_9530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQda-y2Gb0U/TvABpfbihoI/AAAAAAAABlA/ME53KrZ8y-o/s320/DSC_9530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688048141692208770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KTjj2Ac9Hw/TvABhN569BI/AAAAAAAABkk/s6hMwNhP1eU/s1600/DSC_9535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KTjj2Ac9Hw/TvABhN569BI/AAAAAAAABkk/s6hMwNhP1eU/s320/DSC_9535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047999548847122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that giggle? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing I love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yb2I35kKHm0/TvABg_iDaeI/AAAAAAAABkc/73a_vyONE70/s1600/DSC_9554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yb2I35kKHm0/TvABg_iDaeI/AAAAAAAABkc/73a_vyONE70/s320/DSC_9554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047995690641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spend A LOT of time playing peek-a-boo at our house.&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/-Kl7j4cxP38M/TvABgM9RLLI/AAAAAAAABkU/mn4-M1lBUi4/s1600/DSC_9557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl7j4cxP38M/TvABgM9RLLI/AAAAAAAABkU/mn4-M1lBUi4/s320/DSC_9557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047982114581682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's Mason! (Reagan's a little slow on the draw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phZuiG7PHVg/TvABgIkPk1I/AAAAAAAABkE/ip18nLkMCeA/s1600/DSC_9559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phZuiG7PHVg/TvABgIkPk1I/AAAAAAAABkE/ip18nLkMCeA/s320/DSC_9559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688047980935877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-8615463101730171830?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/8615463101730171830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pjs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8615463101730171830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8615463101730171830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pjs.html' title='Christmas PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAAexpXoSBw/TvABhRAPZqI/AAAAAAAABkw/FGi_BPOCRgI/s72-c/DSC_9531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4933585991968044319</id><published>2011-12-18T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:05:03.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Train 2011</title><content type='html'>This weekend we headed downtown to the Holiday Express train at the UT Gardens. You may remember reading about this excursion last year &lt;a href="http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-catch-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Mason still loves trains and we were hoping that Reagan would enjoy the lights, trains, and landscaping as well. The day started off great with Steve and Mason heading to Lowe's to finish the last piece of the Christmas train while Reagan and I stayed home and tried to get some rest- she was up at 4:30 AM which meant so was I. She has been teething and her poor nose has run nonstop, but after a nap we were all ready to see what the Holiday Express would hold!&lt;br /&gt;Mason was again in heaven! He loved looking at all the trains- it is amazing to see all the tracks- they even had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a train&lt;/span&gt; carrying a hamster cage with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zui&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zui&lt;/span&gt; pet in it. Reagan wasn't really interested in the trains, but she loved the bridge that overlooked all the trains. So I spent a lot of time going up the bridge and back down.&lt;br /&gt;After some train time, we headed outside to roast marshmallows and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; before a quick walk through the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Overall a great family day and now a Christmas tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Mason checking out the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bo96kvRkY/Tu6on5oxhiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IfVraCNLwZs/s1600/DSC_9481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bo96kvRkY/Tu6on5oxhiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IfVraCNLwZs/s320/DSC_9481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687668782855718434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the trains on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRcx-U1KL-s/Tu6on0_OW8I/AAAAAAAABjQ/G8FrMsATsVs/s1600/DSC_9475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lRcx-U1KL-s/Tu6on0_OW8I/AAAAAAAABjQ/G8FrMsATsVs/s320/DSC_9475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687668781607705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of many trips up the bridge.&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/-IJLppCanSlM/Tu6onlpzg9I/AAAAAAAABjI/_BF2RWJpAVs/s1600/DSC_9469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJLppCanSlM/Tu6onlpzg9I/AAAAAAAABjI/_BF2RWJpAVs/s320/DSC_9469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687668777491334098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason did really well roasting marshmallows and he LOVED them. Reagan just stuck to graham crackers and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjA-p8lEr0c/Tu6oonGDl5I/AAAAAAAABjo/Moo7x9PSEuc/s1600/DSC_9493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjA-p8lEr0c/Tu6oonGDl5I/AAAAAAAABjo/Moo7x9PSEuc/s320/DSC_9493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687668795058132882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stone heart @ the UT Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5Mq2gty5hI/Tu6ooq8ZUaI/AAAAAAAABj0/0WjVsF4qpiM/s1600/DSC_9512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5Mq2gty5hI/Tu6ooq8ZUaI/AAAAAAAABj0/0WjVsF4qpiM/s320/DSC_9512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687668796091355554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4933585991968044319?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4933585991968044319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-train-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4933585991968044319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4933585991968044319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-train-2011.html' title='Christmas Train 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bo96kvRkY/Tu6on5oxhiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IfVraCNLwZs/s72-c/DSC_9481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4733908332097661879</id><published>2011-12-17T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:32:31.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>On Friday, Mason's school had their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; program. We have known about the program for a while so needless to say, we have been practicing songs every day! Jingle Bells, Santa Claus is coming to town... ALL the great ones. We were also excited because Gram, Grandpa Andy and Grandma Kathy were all able to come up to see the program. I think I must have been more excited than Mason because I had a hard time sleeping Thursday night. We woke up, ready for his big day. The kids made their shirts in class- the 3 year old classes were snowman, and the 4 year old classes were penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is our first program with Mason and I had NEVER experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mamarazzi&lt;/span&gt; before! WOW there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of proud parents there and we were glad to be among them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason singing a song&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/-mgqgC6od8o8/Tu0_htgS8fI/AAAAAAAABi4/xQTUq0H57FE/s1600/DSC_9411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgqgC6od8o8/Tu0_htgS8fI/AAAAAAAABi4/xQTUq0H57FE/s320/DSC_9411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687271752822092274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason with his class&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/-qTubngpp_wA/Tu0_hWPKAfI/AAAAAAAABiw/4lMz7APSwck/s1600/DSC_9445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTubngpp_wA/Tu0_hWPKAfI/AAAAAAAABiw/4lMz7APSwck/s320/DSC_9445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687271746576187890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan was so excited to watch brother. (she usually doesn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; but we have some teeth breaking through and she is having a hard time)&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/-ILFG8-5YzOY/Tu0_ghQRFaI/AAAAAAAABik/28BJxMEWYVU/s1600/DSC_9394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILFG8-5YzOY/Tu0_ghQRFaI/AAAAAAAABik/28BJxMEWYVU/s320/DSC_9394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687271732353766818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason's entourage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3v7cJuSPb_k/Tu0_gcJdudI/AAAAAAAABiY/VHHWTlNIm7k/s1600/DSC_9457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3v7cJuSPb_k/Tu0_gcJdudI/AAAAAAAABiY/VHHWTlNIm7k/s320/DSC_9457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687271730983057874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video of his performance as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DuKqsYtqgd4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so proud of him! He sang every song (even if it was just parts  of the song), he smiled, and had a great time. I was one.proud.mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4733908332097661879?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4733908332097661879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/masons-christmas-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4733908332097661879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4733908332097661879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/masons-christmas-program.html' title='Mason&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgqgC6od8o8/Tu0_htgS8fI/AAAAAAAABi4/xQTUq0H57FE/s72-c/DSC_9411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7899034889077972567</id><published>2011-12-10T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:19:49.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Santa has a secret workshop at the Knoxville Zoo, so the kids and I packed up on Thursday to go visit. Mason wasn't excited about sitting on Santa's lap, but he was ready to tell him what he wanted for Christmas. When we go there he warmed up to sitting on Santa's lap, unfortunately Reagan did not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, one day both kids will smile for a picture right? :) We had a good time and afterward we walked the zoo and visited animals who weren't afraid of the cold (it was in the low 40's that day) Overall great day. Santa Claus is coming to town (15 days!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason was ready to give Santa his list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QeEs3e9jW8/TuQRAt-TyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/GnQa7ztF7RM/s1600/DSC_9339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QeEs3e9jW8/TuQRAt-TyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/GnQa7ztF7RM/s320/DSC_9339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687333687020162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face. She is pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDCmI9O9ghw/TuQQ6Yy6A3I/AAAAAAAAACI/NouzKyZU6gI/s1600/DSC_9341-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDCmI9O9ghw/TuQQ6Yy6A3I/AAAAAAAAACI/NouzKyZU6gI/s320/DSC_9341-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687224922833778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking over the "list" with Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqhyOLkdrCM/TuQQ6FhZVUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NxjThlVaATY/s1600/DSC_9346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqhyOLkdrCM/TuQQ6FhZVUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NxjThlVaATY/s320/DSC_9346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687219749115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Reagan checking out the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WcdsNR0quQ/TuQQ5L2UQrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YTvnK5CxBDQ/s1600/DSC_9361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WcdsNR0quQ/TuQQ5L2UQrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YTvnK5CxBDQ/s320/DSC_9361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687204267606706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJA91nkcWtg/TuQQ47uif4I/AAAAAAAAABg/nGZwqHFqBCc/s1600/DSC_9364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJA91nkcWtg/TuQQ47uif4I/AAAAAAAAABg/nGZwqHFqBCc/s320/DSC_9364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687199940018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan loves ornaments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30hQonlPp8I/TuQQ44AWorI/AAAAAAAAABY/o9xdVxNgHlk/s1600/DSC_9383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30hQonlPp8I/TuQQ44AWorI/AAAAAAAAABY/o9xdVxNgHlk/s320/DSC_9383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684687198940996274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7899034889077972567?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7899034889077972567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7899034889077972567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7899034889077972567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-at-zoo.html' title='Santa at the Zoo'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725306893405757450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QeEs3e9jW8/TuQRAt-TyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/GnQa7ztF7RM/s72-c/DSC_9339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7722433071901370292</id><published>2011-12-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:30:08.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night, we braved the cold and headed out to the downtown Knoxville Christmas Parade. I wanted to go last year but Reagan was just 6 months old and it was so cold, that we decided to hold off another year. I am glad we went this year.  I think Steve thought I was crazy when I picked him up from work at 5 pm (the parade started at 7) but by the time we got there, it was 5:45 and there were a TON of people there. We still got a good spot but we were farther down the parade route then I would have thought. We brought blankets to sit on and cover our laps and Steve and Mason ran and picked up dinner while Reagan and I guarded our spots. Before we knew it the parade began and Mason and Reagan LOVED it. I have to say the most magical thing it seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; through the eyes of a child. They were both filled with such amazement and excitement. Mason kept saying, "mommy, it is so beautiful," and not a float went by that Reagan didn't wave at or say hi too. They both loved it and I see it becoming a family tradition.  Reagan refused to nap that day so you can imagine when we got in the car at 8:45 she immediately feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so excited for the parade to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4qd12XhMB4/TuEO1gWmjwI/AAAAAAAABiM/PFuKSIVq2TA/s1600/DSC_9247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4qd12XhMB4/TuEO1gWmjwI/AAAAAAAABiM/PFuKSIVq2TA/s320/DSC_9247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683840517098868482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve, Mason and Reagan enjoying some blue coast.&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/-7kSrvg0fnyc/TuEO1ZLtB_I/AAAAAAAABh8/wYyZudNpIgo/s1600/DSC_9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kSrvg0fnyc/TuEO1ZLtB_I/AAAAAAAABh8/wYyZudNpIgo/s320/DSC_9250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683840515174107122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the floats.&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/-rMy9QRyhpnM/TuEO065Hw2I/AAAAAAAABh0/xfXAY-n3QVM/s1600/DSC_9266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMy9QRyhpnM/TuEO065Hw2I/AAAAAAAABh0/xfXAY-n3QVM/s320/DSC_9266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683840507043103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually taking the pictures but I thought it might be nice to actually have a picture of me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CYfCUwoQ8JE/TuEO0l7VSaI/AAAAAAAABho/kdKe9E9vMHo/s1600/DSC_9257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CYfCUwoQ8JE/TuEO0l7VSaI/AAAAAAAABho/kdKe9E9vMHo/s320/DSC_9257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683840501415233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7722433071901370292?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7722433071901370292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7722433071901370292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7722433071901370292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parade.html' title='Christmas Parade'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4qd12XhMB4/TuEO1gWmjwI/AAAAAAAABiM/PFuKSIVq2TA/s72-c/DSC_9247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7130543334160558651</id><published>2011-12-01T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:15:09.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it was one week ago today, we were feasting on turkey and celebrating with family. Our thanksgiving included 54 (YES, FIFTY-FOUR) of our dearest family and friends. I like to think of it as a family reunion, but my mom and dad prefer to say it's their Christmas. Yes, it is wild, and sometimes chaotic but it is also fun, filled with laughter and memories that will be relived for years to come. My favorite part is having the red head connection (all three Knapper girls) back together. I don't get to spend as much time as I would like with my sistas, so for me thanksgiving brings us all home.  As we begin our holiday season I like to think of all the reasons I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two of my greatest blessings.&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/-5qFLH22fZQU/TtfeyRpYvgI/AAAAAAAABhE/LfbvkYxpHNo/s1600/DSC_9065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFLH22fZQU/TtfeyRpYvgI/AAAAAAAABhE/LfbvkYxpHNo/s320/DSC_9065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681254410262986242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-0FQu6XkYwrQ/TtfeyL0hTFI/AAAAAAAABg0/ipUA09pcr0w/s1600/DSC_9068-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FQu6XkYwrQ/TtfeyL0hTFI/AAAAAAAABg0/ipUA09pcr0w/s320/DSC_9068-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681254408699071570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this after some people left, but here is the majority of our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNYuFXFkpS4/TtfeyEQk4pI/AAAAAAAABgs/4KQ7pK_efmI/s1600/DSC_9142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNYuFXFkpS4/TtfeyEQk4pI/AAAAAAAABgs/4KQ7pK_efmI/s320/DSC_9142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681254406669263506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just for fun. Here is Reagan this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss_PgC11TR8/TtfeztzXA8I/AAAAAAAABhc/ljiWiAM7ezA/s1600/DSC_9058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss_PgC11TR8/TtfeztzXA8I/AAAAAAAABhc/ljiWiAM7ezA/s320/DSC_9058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681254435000878018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last. WOW this year flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsdDvhsG-JU/Ttfey1JaafI/AAAAAAAABhU/-6FRQumwQ6Q/s1600/DSC_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsdDvhsG-JU/Ttfey1JaafI/AAAAAAAABhU/-6FRQumwQ6Q/s320/DSC_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681254419792554482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7130543334160558651?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7130543334160558651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/count-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7130543334160558651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7130543334160558651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/12/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFLH22fZQU/TtfeyRpYvgI/AAAAAAAABhE/LfbvkYxpHNo/s72-c/DSC_9065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1373828801085273467</id><published>2011-11-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:56:54.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Taking Seattle by Storm</title><content type='html'>Before we head home for the holiday's I figured I should get caught up on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first week in November &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; Seattle. Steve had a conference at Microsoft so we decided to tag along. I seriously could not have asked for a better week. We got to visit with old friends, laugh, play, and overall have a wonderful time. I can't believe how much it felt like home, although at the same time, we missed Tennessee. It feels weird to consider two places "home" at one time, but then again, we have only been gone a year, and Seattle will forever hold so many memories for us. I think a part of my heart will always consider it home no matter how much time passes. I was proud that I remembered my way around. I was happy to see Mason recognize his old friends and take up playing just as easily I was able to pick back up with their moms. I was overjoyed for Reagan to get to interact with so many people who welcomed her into the world with open and loving arms, our family when our family was across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted to stay on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eastside&lt;/span&gt; and for the most part avoid the normal tourist spots. We had seen them dozens of times; even Mason and Reagan had been to the space needle. So we stuck with activities that centered around the kids; the zoo, the amazing parks, the falls, lunches and dinners with friends, and of course, a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time flew by and before we knew it, it was time to leave. I wasn't ready to say goodbye, but I was ready to get home. Get back to our routine, our life, our home. I said it when we moved away and I will say it again, we'll be back Seattle. Until then sending some southern love your way.&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for picture overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we didn't take too many pictures at the zoo- 7 kiddos, 4 mama's. It was fun but WILD. The original 4 all took pics on the lion.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 "seconds" just hung out taking in all the big brother/big sister action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlDLfRAG2OU/Tsm7BRLke4I/AAAAAAAABgg/SnAJYmYSW_A/s1600/november%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlDLfRAG2OU/Tsm7BRLke4I/AAAAAAAABgg/SnAJYmYSW_A/s320/november%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677274435743415170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember moving to WA, how in awe I was of how tall trees can grow.&lt;br /&gt;I want Mason to always remember that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp-hWUF29Mc/Tsm7AxrOdPI/AAAAAAAABgU/C-n5mi4maNI/s1600/DSC_9016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp-hWUF29Mc/Tsm7AxrOdPI/AAAAAAAABgU/C-n5mi4maNI/s320/DSC_9016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677274427286254834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that face. He is at home with his buds.&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/-TFIG72gvNwQ/Tsm7AcFJW8I/AAAAAAAABgI/KMWa70uL8ks/s1600/DSC_8951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFIG72gvNwQ/Tsm7AcFJW8I/AAAAAAAABgI/KMWa70uL8ks/s320/DSC_8951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677274421489392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tire swing.&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/-CqnMNf_7Nls/Tsm6fI3vp4I/AAAAAAAABfw/xFaudu-Ui1A/s1600/DSC_8949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqnMNf_7Nls/Tsm6fI3vp4I/AAAAAAAABfw/xFaudu-Ui1A/s320/DSC_8949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273849397225346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast hanging with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Creede&lt;/span&gt;, Josie and Will.&lt;br /&gt;Will is our oldest buddy. We have known him since 3 days young.&lt;br /&gt;I think Reagan maybe crushing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;creede&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;(it doesn't hurt that he was a robot for Halloween- AND I was crushing him)&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/-9Dmdt_h_Yg8/Tsm7AGbeCdI/AAAAAAAABf8/MiQ9AQpfX4c/s1600/DSC_8928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dmdt_h_Yg8/Tsm7AGbeCdI/AAAAAAAABf8/MiQ9AQpfX4c/s320/DSC_8928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677274415677442514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0c_0iKbCwkw/Tsm6eqALR8I/AAAAAAAABfk/fi0jlUDKR4Y/s1600/DSC_8974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0c_0iKbCwkw/Tsm6eqALR8I/AAAAAAAABfk/fi0jlUDKR4Y/s320/DSC_8974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273841111091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was a trooper, totally off schedule, napping in the car, and rolling with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGY_e3EARVI/Tsm6ef0QlVI/AAAAAAAABfY/xnf82t_ppb4/s1600/DSC_8998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGY_e3EARVI/Tsm6ef0QlVI/AAAAAAAABfY/xnf82t_ppb4/s320/DSC_8998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273838376752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did help that she LOVES her backpack.&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/-Qjem3gOGGpc/Tsm6dxDgoNI/AAAAAAAABfM/oMFmHQJ7EGQ/s1600/DSC_9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qjem3gOGGpc/Tsm6dxDgoNI/AAAAAAAABfM/oMFmHQJ7EGQ/s320/DSC_9001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273825824252114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the falls! It was misty and overcast, but the experience was amazing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCagnAX8uWU/Tsm6dngY7lI/AAAAAAAABfA/0Mx809DnJ8M/s1600/DSC_9006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCagnAX8uWU/Tsm6dngY7lI/AAAAAAAABfA/0Mx809DnJ8M/s320/DSC_9006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677273823261027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1373828801085273467?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1373828801085273467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/11/taking-seattle-by-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1373828801085273467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1373828801085273467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/11/taking-seattle-by-storm.html' title='Taking Seattle by Storm'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlDLfRAG2OU/Tsm7BRLke4I/AAAAAAAABgg/SnAJYmYSW_A/s72-c/november%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2725947941989318752</id><published>2011-11-13T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:15:02.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fruity Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yes, this post is late, but better late than never right?!?! We had a great night trick or treating with our little fruit basket. Mason was super excited to be a banana (contrary to trunk or treating pictures) and Reagan was adorable as a strawberry. It had so much stuffing she kinda waddled like a umpa lumpa, which made Steve and I chuckle. Our neighborhood is a great size for trick or treating and we got to meet a lot of neighbors at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting pumped up before hitting the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzYLJcEJ4Vo/TsAkjq_Qx-I/AAAAAAAABew/0NvXubolOL8/s1600/DSC_8847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzYLJcEJ4Vo/TsAkjq_Qx-I/AAAAAAAABew/0NvXubolOL8/s320/DSC_8847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674575725740476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. I am BANANAS for this boy!&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/-ajflzbqdZOg/TsAkjV5GM0I/AAAAAAAABeo/T1n-bNNq7Hk/s1600/DSC_8865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajflzbqdZOg/TsAkjV5GM0I/AAAAAAAABeo/T1n-bNNq7Hk/s320/DSC_8865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674575720077472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first house!&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/-0HYdZROwgT0/TsAki1iudPI/AAAAAAAABeg/nHXf6BXu-rs/s1600/DSC_8887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HYdZROwgT0/TsAki1iudPI/AAAAAAAABeg/nHXf6BXu-rs/s320/DSC_8887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674575711393707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a strawberry needs a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSyCsXuZsCc/TsAkivnScXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Jm0tUsL4S1M/s1600/DSC_8900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSyCsXuZsCc/TsAkivnScXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Jm0tUsL4S1M/s320/DSC_8900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674575709802230130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left the next morning for Seattle, where we spent a week visiting friends and sharing tons of laughter! That post is coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2725947941989318752?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2725947941989318752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/11/fruity-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2725947941989318752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2725947941989318752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/11/fruity-halloween.html' title='A fruity Halloween'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzYLJcEJ4Vo/TsAkjq_Qx-I/AAAAAAAABew/0NvXubolOL8/s72-c/DSC_8847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6838159606360248981</id><published>2011-10-27T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:08:32.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I forgot to post this, but Sunday, Oct. 16th we headed to a pumpkin patch. (We did go to Chattanooga the day before so maybe I got caught up with those posts to remember...) Oakes family farm offered a groupon a while back so we took advantage to enjoy our first fall activity in TN. We got there right when it opened and I was glad we did by the time we left there was a huge line so it was nice to enjoy it before the crowds really came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason and Reagan ready to go at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81t1XqgtyIg/Tqnt6yQcYmI/AAAAAAAABYM/TzpEhroQI-o/s1600/DSC_8588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81t1XqgtyIg/Tqnt6yQcYmI/AAAAAAAABYM/TzpEhroQI-o/s320/DSC_8588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668323200201417314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oakes had a a lot of activities for kids of all ages. Mason and Reagan loved these slides and we went over and over and over again. I loved Reagan's hair and skirt flying! She had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL4M_6_sJuQ/Tqnt50oNvJI/AAAAAAAABYE/93toH1ggdOg/s1600/DSC_8457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL4M_6_sJuQ/Tqnt50oNvJI/AAAAAAAABYE/93toH1ggdOg/s320/DSC_8457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668323183658122386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a pumpkin race in water troths, although Reagan was move interested in "washing" her hands than racing.&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/-V_Wgate-Ib4/Tqnt5RM-mlI/AAAAAAAABX0/OrJavqMS3rs/s1600/DSC_8486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_Wgate-Ib4/Tqnt5RM-mlI/AAAAAAAABX0/OrJavqMS3rs/s320/DSC_8486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668323174148643410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kid corn maze and a HUGE adult one that we didn't even attempt.&lt;br /&gt;The kid one was tricky enough for our two!&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/-cMjcmEj183E/TqntrcfrxkI/AAAAAAAABXk/_rLLtxI1k_o/s1600/DSC_8590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMjcmEj183E/TqntrcfrxkI/AAAAAAAABXk/_rLLtxI1k_o/s320/DSC_8590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668322936661722690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corn box- like a sand box but with corn kernels. Both kids loved this. They also had a bounce house, a real sand box, a tire mountain, a pumpkin gun, and a petting zoo. Literally, you could stay all day. The weather was great and we took in as many activities as we could. But we came for one real reason. To get a pumpkin... &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/-M6bZCDj9qLo/Tqntqmg4QMI/AAAAAAAABXY/p36fI8VGL74/s1600/DSC_8519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6bZCDj9qLo/Tqntqmg4QMI/AAAAAAAABXY/p36fI8VGL74/s320/DSC_8519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668322922171220162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anxiously waiting to reach the pumpkin patch while on the hay ride.&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/-tkkHIkPgt24/TqntqYcNi_I/AAAAAAAABXI/Oj0pBMRtPJM/s1600/DSC_8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkkHIkPgt24/TqntqYcNi_I/AAAAAAAABXI/Oj0pBMRtPJM/s320/DSC_8540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668322918393547762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we found a winner! I have to note- this farm had so many more activities than any patch we visited in Seattle, it was great. But, it wasn't a real patch like Seattle. It was just a field where they dumped a bunch of pumpkins- still fun for the kids, but once you have dragged a wheel barrow throw the mud into a real patch looking for the perfect pumpkin- there is no comparison. Note the rain boots. They didn't even get muddy. Oh well, they looked cute doing it.&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/-Yvc5oF9898Q/Tqntpiq6LxI/AAAAAAAABXA/eWFVHG071eM/s1600/DSC_8556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvc5oF9898Q/Tqntpiq6LxI/AAAAAAAABXA/eWFVHG071eM/s320/DSC_8556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668322903959678738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a family picture! One day we will all look the same direction and smile. until then. this is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3iGM8wfnck/TqntpWb49RI/AAAAAAAABW0/RBw6-O1U1kI/s1600/DSC_8544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3iGM8wfnck/TqntpWb49RI/AAAAAAAABW0/RBw6-O1U1kI/s320/DSC_8544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668322900675458322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Fall Ya'll!&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/669510995762318221-6838159606360248981?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6838159606360248981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6838159606360248981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6838159606360248981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81t1XqgtyIg/Tqnt6yQcYmI/AAAAAAAABYM/TzpEhroQI-o/s72-c/DSC_8588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6459997631343446461</id><published>2011-10-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:22:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Carnival</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, Mason's school had their annual Halloween Carnival. They needed parent volunteers and you could bring a younger sibling with you so Reagan and I volunteered to help. I am almost convinced that Reagan had more fun that Mason (probably because she got to stay the whole time) They brought the classes in by age group so that it was never overly crowded. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun to see how/what the different age groups liked and how they played differently. I was in charge of face painting (with washable markers) and Reagan was my assistant for about half an hour. Then she decided she wanted to play games too. I think she is super excited to start school next year. She was ready to go! And she took an extra long nap that afternoon-being a social butterfly wears a girl out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan getting ready to leave. She was decked out in a festive Halloween ensemble.&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/-H03q7WS0hoA/TqmuX6o0TUI/AAAAAAAABWo/LL68pY9oMFU/s1600/DSC_8609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H03q7WS0hoA/TqmuX6o0TUI/AAAAAAAABWo/LL68pY9oMFU/s320/DSC_8609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253331923160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason wanted to pose by his McQueen pumpkin, if you look close you can see him holding up a little McQueen by the pumpkin. He loves to find matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yXT_YjFv94/TqmuT_GW2vI/AAAAAAAABWY/l-ngA5zEeOQ/s1600/DSC_8619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yXT_YjFv94/TqmuT_GW2vI/AAAAAAAABWY/l-ngA5zEeOQ/s320/DSC_8619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253264401324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Mason and Reagan enjoying the carnival. The other parents were sweet to help her play games.&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/-3hbOPaOuxts/TqmuTiHxCVI/AAAAAAAABWQ/5xestH42q0I/s1600/DSC_8627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hbOPaOuxts/TqmuTiHxCVI/AAAAAAAABWQ/5xestH42q0I/s320/DSC_8627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253256622606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was seriously her favorite game. She played it forever and she laughed so hard! It was the sweetest sound and one I will forever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-658jcIb8E18/TqmuTQRY4XI/AAAAAAAABWE/ow9nrc6J46U/s1600/DSC_8634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-658jcIb8E18/TqmuTQRY4XI/AAAAAAAABWE/ow9nrc6J46U/s320/DSC_8634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253251831128434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's class. He was leader that day and takes his responsibility very seriously :)&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/-Z1PwG3Kl_Ko/TqmuSzcr9QI/AAAAAAAABV4/gZ60Ok9hrQk/s1600/DSC_8642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1PwG3Kl_Ko/TqmuSzcr9QI/AAAAAAAABV4/gZ60Ok9hrQk/s320/DSC_8642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253244093887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason when we got home. He made the Halloween crown and candy corn necklace at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plnQ4GuDAhA/TqmuS7Zf-sI/AAAAAAAABVs/PNO_wKOTWII/s1600/DSC_8664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plnQ4GuDAhA/TqmuS7Zf-sI/AAAAAAAABVs/PNO_wKOTWII/s320/DSC_8664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253246228003522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't wait to share some more Halloween fun this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6459997631343446461?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6459997631343446461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6459997631343446461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6459997631343446461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-carnival.html' title='Halloween Carnival'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H03q7WS0hoA/TqmuX6o0TUI/AAAAAAAABWo/LL68pY9oMFU/s72-c/DSC_8609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5403312263235312963</id><published>2011-10-18T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:37:12.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTC Homecoming</title><content type='html'>It has been years since I have been to UTC's homecoming. Truth be told- it's been 10 YEARS since I went. But since we were already in Chattanooga for Cam's party I thought it might be fun to go. WOW have a lot of things changed in 10 years (but in a good way!) There were a lot more people at homecoming then when we went to the game and the tailgating has improved a thousand percent. The last homecoming I attended I was homecoming chair and walking into the pavilion I was flooded with a thousand memories. I was amazed at how many people I recognized from our days, and I was even more happy to have a couple of sorority sisters to hang with. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since we had two kiddos with us, who had pretty much been up since 7 AM, we decided to tailgate and then just head home. You know that is the best part anyway. Mason got to play in the kid zone, Reagan danced in front of the Phi Delt area, and I got to visit with some old friends (even Steve knew someone). I ran into one of my college roommates from JR/SR year. I hadn't seen Shannon in years and was super excited to see her! Next year, I hope we can make it to the real game. I think Mason would enjoy it (for awhile) he is really into football lately. I didn't take many pictures, it took Reagan awhile to warm up to the noise so I spent most of the time holding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A future running back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gkGXdVQCiw/Tp1yHkvzIZI/AAAAAAAABVg/KgC37z8ZpYo/s1600/DSC_8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gkGXdVQCiw/Tp1yHkvzIZI/AAAAAAAABVg/KgC37z8ZpYo/s400/DSC_8414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809380750762386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quarterback (with an extra set of hands)&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/-2PWCvszCDuY/Tp1yG43ZMdI/AAAAAAAABVY/jLRsG4FeU30/s1600/DSC_8408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWCvszCDuY/Tp1yG43ZMdI/AAAAAAAABVY/jLRsG4FeU30/s400/DSC_8408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809368971456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROOF we were there! thanks for hanging with us, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9J6nGV8mtFk/Tp1yGg5nn7I/AAAAAAAABVI/WXHWmNx08kY/s1600/DSC_8401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9J6nGV8mtFk/Tp1yGg5nn7I/AAAAAAAABVI/WXHWmNx08kY/s400/DSC_8401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809362538340274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GO MOCS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5403312263235312963?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5403312263235312963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/utc-homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5403312263235312963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5403312263235312963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/utc-homecoming.html' title='UTC Homecoming'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gkGXdVQCiw/Tp1yHkvzIZI/AAAAAAAABVg/KgC37z8ZpYo/s72-c/DSC_8414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1102705626523161140</id><published>2011-10-17T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:05:55.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Shoppe</title><content type='html'>Saturday we headed out early to one of our favorite 2 year's old birthday party..CAM! It was our first time visiting their new place and we had a blast. I love that my college roomies and I are still close but even more I love that we have kids that get to grow up knowing each other and continuing our legacy of friendship. Cam's party was complete with a sweet shoppe and bounce house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan was mesmerized by the giant pink house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mVjrLfCM7c/TpyIwl1sFqI/AAAAAAAABU8/laoCqztB-BY/s1600/DSC_8224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mVjrLfCM7c/TpyIwl1sFqI/AAAAAAAABU8/laoCqztB-BY/s320/DSC_8224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552799697639074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a classic Reagan face. I love it.&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/-a71osFWdM4c/TpyItEj0ClI/AAAAAAAABUw/ODtt1az7_ew/s1600/DSC_8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a71osFWdM4c/TpyItEj0ClI/AAAAAAAABUw/ODtt1az7_ew/s320/DSC_8246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552739224685138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and the birthday girl. She was more interested in the candy bracelet and he was still eying the bounce house.&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/-UTpA6QzDV90/TpyIskJFiyI/AAAAAAAABUo/blr3kcM5nU8/s1600/DSC_8253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTpA6QzDV90/TpyIskJFiyI/AAAAAAAABUo/blr3kcM5nU8/s320/DSC_8253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552730522651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's first experience with candy jewelry. It was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Wf1f3fbKo/TpyIsZtN37I/AAAAAAAABUY/wM7C4KrlO44/s1600/DSC_8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Wf1f3fbKo/TpyIsZtN37I/AAAAAAAABUY/wM7C4KrlO44/s320/DSC_8260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552727721402290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn and Cam catching up.&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/-0Aom8y9msio/TpyIrL5p4gI/AAAAAAAABUQ/LdPwwNBZW7o/s1600/DSC_8292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Aom8y9msio/TpyIrL5p4gI/AAAAAAAABUQ/LdPwwNBZW7o/s320/DSC_8292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552706835603970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn and Mason hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MPydr8XFeA/TpyIqxazRJI/AAAAAAAABUA/Z0aE0qybSx8/s1600/DSC_8296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MPydr8XFeA/TpyIqxazRJI/AAAAAAAABUA/Z0aE0qybSx8/s320/DSC_8296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552699726873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam making a wish.&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/-ENv25RiWBU0/TpyIgrGxvAI/AAAAAAAABT4/4ON9loiUqlE/s1600/DSC_8303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENv25RiWBU0/TpyIgrGxvAI/AAAAAAAABT4/4ON9loiUqlE/s320/DSC_8303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552526233582594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a new trike which she loved and was so nice to share...&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/-4SowoZRlEV4/TpyIgDLnA3I/AAAAAAAABTo/Qo3UJbEAZuQ/s1600/DSC_8356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SowoZRlEV4/TpyIgDLnA3I/AAAAAAAABTo/Qo3UJbEAZuQ/s320/DSC_8356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552515516433266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was in heaven. She loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6p-BvKSCO2Y/TpyIf8R3iBI/AAAAAAAABTY/69neCmtKueM/s1600/DSC_8364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6p-BvKSCO2Y/TpyIf8R3iBI/AAAAAAAABTY/69neCmtKueM/s320/DSC_8364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552513663633426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell from this picture, but Mason is sitting ON Reagan, hence the smile on his face and the little hand peaking out from his side.&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/-s3w1BFHVcoI/TpyIfp_7AeI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qkIF5IiaCXc/s1600/DSC_8369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3w1BFHVcoI/TpyIfp_7AeI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qkIF5IiaCXc/s320/DSC_8369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552508756525538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Cam.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xySXC5gyDmI/TpyIfZ-Iz-I/AAAAAAAABTE/uRknSjszZVg/s1600/DSC_8320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xySXC5gyDmI/TpyIfZ-Iz-I/AAAAAAAABTE/uRknSjszZVg/s320/DSC_8320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664552504454074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1102705626523161140?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1102705626523161140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-shoppe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1102705626523161140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1102705626523161140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-shoppe.html' title='Sweet Shoppe'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mVjrLfCM7c/TpyIwl1sFqI/AAAAAAAABU8/laoCqztB-BY/s72-c/DSC_8224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-949429615515868777</id><published>2011-10-11T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T04:53:54.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A house divided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXIe59iHY6Q/TpQtabsK_GI/AAAAAAAABS0/c2EweetzOMw/s1600/DSC_8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXIe59iHY6Q/TpQtabsK_GI/AAAAAAAABS0/c2EweetzOMw/s400/DSC_8216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662200563644431458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least they are still friends after the game! (yes that is a hug)&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/-MZs5X3wRVtk/TpQtaL1zfcI/AAAAAAAABSs/sPLAcI1_uD4/s1600/DSC_8201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZs5X3wRVtk/TpQtaL1zfcI/AAAAAAAABSs/sPLAcI1_uD4/s400/DSC_8201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662200559389867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOO DAWGS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-949429615515868777?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/949429615515868777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/house-divided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/949429615515868777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/949429615515868777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/house-divided.html' title='A house divided'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXIe59iHY6Q/TpQtabsK_GI/AAAAAAAABS0/c2EweetzOMw/s72-c/DSC_8216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1067501802149209846</id><published>2011-10-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:59:34.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the ER</title><content type='html'>I am a little late posting this, but it was a first for the Marlowe household so I wanted to be sure and get it down so I could remember it.&lt;br /&gt;Steve went to Missouri on Sept. 27 and was heading home Sept. 29, when he got a phone call from me. I was grilling hot dogs for the kids and I, when Reagan fell on the patio. That afternoon alone she had fallen at least 3 times on the patio, but this fall was different. She cried, but it didn't seem harder than any other fall. Everything was good until I picked her up and saw blood streaming from her forehead. Now typically, I am the emotional one, but since Steve was gone I knew I had to keep it together. So we came in and cleaned it off, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. I called our pediatrician (who was closing in 10 minutes) and they recommended heading to Children's Hospital ER. I turned off the grill, packed us up and off we went. That is when I called Steve and I think I did a good job keeping it together. Reagan had stopped crying, although blood was running down her face and Mason just kept saying, "Reagan needs a band aid."&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the ER wasn't busy when we got there and they took us back right away. (it could have helped that she had dried blood all down her nose). I knew what was coming, although I didn't want it to be true. Stitches. Just 3, but still my sweet baby girl and her perfect little forehead would forever tell the story of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't take a picture when it happened. Obviously, I was a little preoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;But I did snap this on my cell phone while waiting to get stitches.&lt;br /&gt; They had already cleaned her up, but it kept bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOEn0P1ci4o/TpOR3MKfGRI/AAAAAAAABSg/KKJatzJyfdE/s1600/reagan%2Bstitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOEn0P1ci4o/TpOR3MKfGRI/AAAAAAAABSg/KKJatzJyfdE/s320/reagan%2Bstitches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029533878884626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we finished dinner and the kids went to bed. Once they were asleep, I sat down, had a beer and cried. For the first time since becoming a mom, I realized I couldn't protect them from the world. Life will happen and we can't stop it, but what matters is how we handle it.&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/-zFSgfRBUq3k/TpOR2t1HXtI/AAAAAAAABSU/B9Up43wZozg/s1600/DSC_8158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFSgfRBUq3k/TpOR2t1HXtI/AAAAAAAABSU/B9Up43wZozg/s320/DSC_8158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029525736185554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Steve left for another work trip so the kids and I headed to church alone. I thanked God for watching over our family, keeping us safe, and that it was only 3 stitches. I also asked that we NOT go to the ER again while dad was gone :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yJuLGjvVg0/TpOR2UiUu0I/AAAAAAAABSI/w1YTbkhEaaU/s1600/DSC_8167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yJuLGjvVg0/TpOR2UiUu0I/AAAAAAAABSI/w1YTbkhEaaU/s320/DSC_8167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029518946483010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aps5Kn9w1Q4/TpOR2cQAvmI/AAAAAAAABR8/EvFJp6JwTJ0/s1600/DSC_8159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aps5Kn9w1Q4/TpOR2cQAvmI/AAAAAAAABR8/EvFJp6JwTJ0/s320/DSC_8159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029521017159266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1067501802149209846?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1067501802149209846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-to-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1067501802149209846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1067501802149209846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-to-er.html' title='A trip to the ER'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOEn0P1ci4o/TpOR3MKfGRI/AAAAAAAABSg/KKJatzJyfdE/s72-c/reagan%2Bstitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4004180495605354376</id><published>2011-10-09T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:09:16.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall family photos</title><content type='html'>The DAY (yes, day, after we closed on the house) we drove to Nashville for the weekend so we could get some family pictures taken and get to spend some time with the Holt's. I know there are tons of photographers in Knoxville, but I have followed &lt;a href="http://www.saraerosephotographyblog.com/"&gt;Sara's blog&lt;/a&gt; for 2 years. I love her work, I love how she captures moments that we experience daily, but that are precious because they show kids being kids, families being families, and the love that exists around us all.  I could go on and on, Sara has a wonderful gift that she so generously shares with her clients. When I saw she was doing family mini's in Franklin I couldn't wait to book our session. Hence why I was crazy enough to book a session the day after our house closed, and three hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of my favorite pics...&lt;br /&gt;all by the fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.saraerosephotography.com/"&gt;Sara E. Rose Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little ham!&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/-U_OE2RJKa8E/TpJQ3EfJSpI/AAAAAAAABRc/qlAtfef7-Qs/s1600/marlowe%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_OE2RJKa8E/TpJQ3EfJSpI/AAAAAAAABRc/qlAtfef7-Qs/s320/marlowe%2B104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661676588585536146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a CLASSIC Reagan pose- smile, hands behind her back and leg a rockin'&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/-QXqOU5QaSP0/TpJQ3L1lzuI/AAAAAAAABRU/DYOHMxie0SE/s1600/marlowe%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXqOU5QaSP0/TpJQ3L1lzuI/AAAAAAAABRU/DYOHMxie0SE/s320/marlowe%2B121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661676590558727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites. I love this little girl-&lt;br /&gt;she makes my world brighter and my heart twice as big.&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/-hvXX38TOq54/TpJQ3Ac7oII/AAAAAAAABRM/VugwUPBRehI/s1600/marlowe%2B139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvXX38TOq54/TpJQ3Ac7oII/AAAAAAAABRM/VugwUPBRehI/s320/marlowe%2B139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661676587502510210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not love another picture more.&lt;br /&gt;The love between brother and sister. It doesn't get any better than this.&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/-rCKQWK-su_I/TpJQ254WyCI/AAAAAAAABRE/6u_lLVNG2e4/s1600/marlowe%2B123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCKQWK-su_I/TpJQ254WyCI/AAAAAAAABRE/6u_lLVNG2e4/s320/marlowe%2B123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661676585738487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of kissing during our session. HA!&lt;br /&gt;I love that Reagan is clapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qO6ARR_Fqfo/TpJQ2rANgAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VhJT3__ean8/s1600/marlowe%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qO6ARR_Fqfo/TpJQ2rANgAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VhJT3__ean8/s320/marlowe%2B138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661676581744902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;typically moment of marlowes. smiles all around.&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/-TuZ1pUwpkVk/TpJRq2-2FwI/AAAAAAAABRs/_APxNK_or7U/s1600/marlowe%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuZ1pUwpkVk/TpJRq2-2FwI/AAAAAAAABRs/_APxNK_or7U/s320/marlowe%2B130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661677478313596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LBDdASYK0A/TpJRqlT1lxI/AAAAAAAABRk/JQlMpNIlitc/s1600/marlowe%2B110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LBDdASYK0A/TpJRqlT1lxI/AAAAAAAABRk/JQlMpNIlitc/s320/marlowe%2B110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661677473569806098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our session the Holt's had theirs so Sara let us get together for a group shot.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing the Alimusa's. How do we get AZ closer to TN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VIEI_brERk/TpJRwNX02wI/AAAAAAAABR0/SoYrAP3ZB7M/s1600/marlowe%2B142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VIEI_brERk/TpJRwNX02wI/AAAAAAAABR0/SoYrAP3ZB7M/s320/marlowe%2B142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661677570223299330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, Sara! I could not be happier!&lt;br /&gt;This was also our last family photo before the "incident" details coming on tomorrow's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VIEI_brERk/TpJRwNX02wI/AAAAAAAABR0/SoYrAP3ZB7M/s1600/marlowe%2B142.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/669510995762318221-4004180495605354376?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4004180495605354376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4004180495605354376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4004180495605354376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-family-photos.html' title='fall family photos'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_OE2RJKa8E/TpJQ3EfJSpI/AAAAAAAABRc/qlAtfef7-Qs/s72-c/marlowe%2B104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-8719708758841315772</id><published>2011-10-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:34:04.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>View I love the most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is my front porch looking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlH4ujjZXy0/To3l7EuJO8I/AAAAAAAABQs/wSV8KUmc2rI/s1600/DSC_8077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlH4ujjZXy0/To3l7EuJO8I/AAAAAAAABQs/wSV8KUmc2rI/s320/DSC_8077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660433109716908994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make Knoxville home and we bought a house. We closed on Sept. 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (I will save you the details- just know that buying a house isn't like it used to be. There is no fun in it and to be honest I think I have had nightmares that were less scary). The end result regardless of how we got here, is fabulous. We love our new house and so do the kids! It is a new build so we are the first owners. We have already added a fence for Bay (her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; present early) and we are starting to settle in. Once I get some pictures on the wall, I will be sure to post some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Of-G3yPudO0/To3l7doeYuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/f34aTAFIyro/s1600/DSC_8129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Of-G3yPudO0/To3l7doeYuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/f34aTAFIyro/s320/DSC_8129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660433116404015842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are in the area, let us know we have TONS of room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-8719708758841315772?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/8719708758841315772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/view-i-love-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8719708758841315772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8719708758841315772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/10/view-i-love-most.html' title='View I love the most...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlH4ujjZXy0/To3l7EuJO8I/AAAAAAAABQs/wSV8KUmc2rI/s72-c/DSC_8077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7849941100971397979</id><published>2011-09-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:36:14.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 9/11</title><content type='html'>I remember exactly where I was when I heard about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTC&lt;/span&gt;. I remember who I was talking too and everything I did that day. But more importantly I remember how much I learned from that day- that nothing, should be taken for granted, especially the ones you love. So to honor 9/11 and everyone who lost someone that day we spent the day as a family enjoying the little moments in life. We started the day at church, headed to lunch and then came home to do what kids do best...PLAY. Which included a first for us- painting at home. I know, we should do this way more often- but the mess has always worried me, but today, I didn't even think about the mess, I just thought about what a great time they would have. And they did! Check it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason painting his police car from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; Build and Grow clinic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o35Mrl_Nskk/Tm1gD3y6GKI/AAAAAAAABQc/2c-OjsW69pM/s1600/DSC_7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o35Mrl_Nskk/Tm1gD3y6GKI/AAAAAAAABQc/2c-OjsW69pM/s320/DSC_7941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278727053187234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan painting a surf board we brought home from FL (courtesy of Aunt Cherry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDy0XMNtGDc/Tm1gDqkvbcI/AAAAAAAABQU/1EJr2tBjDp4/s1600/DSC_7943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDy0XMNtGDc/Tm1gDqkvbcI/AAAAAAAABQU/1EJr2tBjDp4/s320/DSC_7943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278723504106946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't sure what to think about painting.&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/-tbjPubW7_Z4/Tm1f9MJqfiI/AAAAAAAABQM/6SVAu0TkYUo/s1600/DSC_7931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbjPubW7_Z4/Tm1f9MJqfiI/AAAAAAAABQM/6SVAu0TkYUo/s320/DSC_7931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278612258258466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mason's smile in this one. TOTALLY worth the mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tCurYSfTtY/Tm1f9A-JxDI/AAAAAAAABQE/mYwQ6Kw8LGc/s1600/DSC_7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tCurYSfTtY/Tm1f9A-JxDI/AAAAAAAABQE/mYwQ6Kw8LGc/s320/DSC_7957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278609257186354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off her masterpiece.&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/-ROf3YSvt0ZM/Tm1f8_aVV8I/AAAAAAAABP8/cUxL2eLL3SY/s1600/DSC_7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROf3YSvt0ZM/Tm1f8_aVV8I/AAAAAAAABP8/cUxL2eLL3SY/s320/DSC_7985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278608838514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason was proud of his surf board and police car&lt;br /&gt; (so much so that he didn't want to quit looking at them to show me!)&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/-IllH9Tsr-9I/Tm1f81WdpmI/AAAAAAAABP0/Wz40VwDnonU/s1600/DSC_7972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IllH9Tsr-9I/Tm1f81WdpmI/AAAAAAAABP0/Wz40VwDnonU/s320/DSC_7972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278606137927266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Mason! What am I going to do with you?! LOVE!&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/-BiGekSefeiY/Tm1f8uJJDaI/AAAAAAAABPs/r2iBMN8n__k/s1600/DSC_7966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiGekSefeiY/Tm1f8uJJDaI/AAAAAAAABPs/r2iBMN8n__k/s320/DSC_7966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651278604203003298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you spent your day celebrating the ones you love and remembering how precious life is.&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/669510995762318221-7849941100971397979?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7849941100971397979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering-911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7849941100971397979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7849941100971397979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering-911.html' title='Remembering 9/11'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o35Mrl_Nskk/Tm1gD3y6GKI/AAAAAAAABQc/2c-OjsW69pM/s72-c/DSC_7941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2143228523682008101</id><published>2011-09-08T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:47:16.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Beach</title><content type='html'>On our last night in Jacksonville, we headed to my grandpa's favorite restaurant (formerly known as Junkyard cafe) and had dinner with my Aunt Cherry, Uncle Al, and cousin Kate. It was a great meal and it brought back tons of memories of eating there with my grandpa throughout the years. Seriously a trip to Jax beach isn't complete without heading to the Junkyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we got in some family beach pics.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently whatever was behind us was a lot more exciting.&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/-iaLgdOQaBs4/TmlhQ8YlP5I/AAAAAAAABPc/reh3wrwfobc/s1600/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaLgdOQaBs4/TmlhQ8YlP5I/AAAAAAAABPc/reh3wrwfobc/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650154151228030866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-eDK381QLItc/TmlhQkK5dLI/AAAAAAAABPU/N701b64jwjU/s1600/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDK381QLItc/TmlhQkK5dLI/AAAAAAAABPU/N701b64jwjU/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650154144728183986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they each took great pictures- just not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZf8bRIY6H0/TmlhQl-QWqI/AAAAAAAABPM/wbDWAHG16mI/s1600/DSC_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZf8bRIY6H0/TmlhQl-QWqI/AAAAAAAABPM/wbDWAHG16mI/s320/DSC_7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650154145212029602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xYB77Syixk/TmlhQTB8AtI/AAAAAAAABPE/p4Sml9P2cdM/s1600/DSC_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xYB77Syixk/TmlhQTB8AtI/AAAAAAAABPE/p4Sml9P2cdM/s320/DSC_7833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650154140127199954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye, beach! See you next year. HELLO FALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2143228523682008101?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2143228523682008101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2143228523682008101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2143228523682008101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s A Beach'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaLgdOQaBs4/TmlhQ8YlP5I/AAAAAAAABPc/reh3wrwfobc/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2848068277415225577</id><published>2011-09-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:04:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day 2 and last day</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we headed back out to the beach for the morning. As soon as we got there Mason was ready to get back in the water! He loved getting out into the waves and splashing around in the low tide. We began the morning building another sandcastle and this time, Mason decided to "bling" out the castle with shells on top. I have to say it is really hard to build a sandcastle with Reagan constantly trying to step on it, but we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both kiddos were very proud of their hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4l3uvMoRAcE/TmgRQrjs1RI/AAAAAAAABO8/BnboI_IELEg/s1600/DSC_7732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4l3uvMoRAcE/TmgRQrjs1RI/AAAAAAAABO8/BnboI_IELEg/s320/DSC_7732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784710804329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzLQYUZJ2u0/TmgRQQlpwUI/AAAAAAAABO0/qxvMevHo-7Q/s1600/DSC_7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzLQYUZJ2u0/TmgRQQlpwUI/AAAAAAAABO0/qxvMevHo-7Q/s320/DSC_7751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784703564759362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Cherry joined us again, as well as my Aunt Tammy. I was so happy  to get to spend time with them and get to watch them bond with Mason  and Reagan. Tammy and Mason walked the beach looking for seashells and  Reagan, Steve, Cherry, and I headed out to splash in the waves.  Apparently Mason has a lot of Knapper traits- including  being pretty  picky on what shells he picks up, and cleaning them before leaving the  beach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan splashing in the water.&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/-vrT3YQonnyo/TmgRJFtLLII/AAAAAAAABOs/pQPwkySAYVY/s1600/DSC_7762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrT3YQonnyo/TmgRJFtLLII/AAAAAAAABOs/pQPwkySAYVY/s320/DSC_7762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784580384435330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that LAUGH! It was a true belly laugh!&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/-GY3enKd6evQ/TmgRIwAazLI/AAAAAAAABOk/6ZC7VE8nqlU/s1600/DSC_7780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GY3enKd6evQ/TmgRIwAazLI/AAAAAAAABOk/6ZC7VE8nqlU/s320/DSC_7780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784574559571122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan jumping the waves.&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/-ySXvBqpCrxo/TmgRIx0p7MI/AAAAAAAABOc/5fjNoiIaRx8/s1600/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXvBqpCrxo/TmgRIx0p7MI/AAAAAAAABOc/5fjNoiIaRx8/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784575047101634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Aunt Tammy looking for shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dVjVW1qnZo/TmgRIjmxqMI/AAAAAAAABOU/cg5vxzOQt0I/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dVjVW1qnZo/TmgRIjmxqMI/AAAAAAAABOU/cg5vxzOQt0I/s320/IMG_2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784571230791874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we decided to try out a local park. It was so much fun- it was HUGE and had a toddler area as well as a splash pad. Mason must have gone down the slide at least 50 times. He was having a blast. Reagan ran around and enjoyed the swings. I wish we could have spent more time there but it was HOT and we were planning to go out to dinner with our family so we needed to head back for the kids to rest and get ready to head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Cherry with Mason and Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEVvpxpyDDE/TmgRIZYky0I/AAAAAAAABOM/6NP3U8Z676U/s1600/DSC_7809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEVvpxpyDDE/TmgRIZYky0I/AAAAAAAABOM/6NP3U8Z676U/s320/DSC_7809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649784568486873922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to stay until Monday, but we started watching the weather and realized if we left Monday we would hit rainy weather the ENTIRE drive, so we packed up and headed out Sunday morning. The nice thing about having a grandpa with a beach house is we know we can always go back! Before leaving we did take some beach pictures but I will save those for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/669510995762318221-2848068277415225577?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2848068277415225577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-day-2-and-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2848068277415225577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2848068277415225577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-day-2-and-last-day.html' title='Beach Day 2 and last day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4l3uvMoRAcE/TmgRQrjs1RI/AAAAAAAABO8/BnboI_IELEg/s72-c/DSC_7732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1320029587407400391</id><published>2011-09-05T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:01:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day 1</title><content type='html'>We got up bright and early on Friday to head out to the beach. Mason was SUPER excited- this was his FIRST trip to the beach. The first thing he wanted to do was swim in the ocean. So all four of us headed out to experience some waves. He seemed to really enjoy it, but Reagan wasn't really sure what to think. (it could have also been the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life-jacket&lt;/span&gt; she had on-we were playing it safe). Steve and Mason stayed out while Reagan and I relaxed on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan was trying to give Mason his hat.&lt;br /&gt;(this coming from the girl who would only keep hers on for 5 minutes)&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/-a-2i1ODUYXI/TmVsN66INFI/AAAAAAAABN8/veSWV0cvsrk/s1600/DSC_7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-2i1ODUYXI/TmVsN66INFI/AAAAAAAABN8/veSWV0cvsrk/s320/DSC_7605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649040294013318226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not know what to think of the beach. She wasn't a fan of the water, or really the sand. I was worried it maybe a long weekend, but she soon warmed up to both!&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/-On_QLWFdoSI/TmVsNigABDI/AAAAAAAABN0/al5gL_C32Xw/s1600/DSC_7600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On_QLWFdoSI/TmVsNigABDI/AAAAAAAABN0/al5gL_C32Xw/s320/DSC_7600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649040287461278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning making a sandcastle.&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/-MKjilQzWJ_4/TmVsNU3vhDI/AAAAAAAABNs/oFb4Cn4QX0s/s1600/DSC_7619-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKjilQzWJ_4/TmVsNU3vhDI/AAAAAAAABNs/oFb4Cn4QX0s/s320/DSC_7619-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649040283802764338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a moat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sx9Aor7t3hw/TmVtOvbZgHI/AAAAAAAABOE/DNrX66uxBHM/s1600/DSC_7635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sx9Aor7t3hw/TmVtOvbZgHI/AAAAAAAABOE/DNrX66uxBHM/s320/DSC_7635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649041407623135346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to ditch the life-jackets which made going back and forth from the water to sand a whole lot easier. Collecting more water for the sandcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LUh4oCfXT4/TmVsNfpAmqI/AAAAAAAABNk/M06T1Z6B2X8/s1600/DSC_7645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LUh4oCfXT4/TmVsNfpAmqI/AAAAAAAABNk/M06T1Z6B2X8/s320/DSC_7645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649040286693759650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the afternoon with our Aunt Cherry and cousin Kate. We walked along the beach and collected seashells, and just enjoyed catching up. We had such a great time- I forgot to bring my camera. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrgghhh&lt;/span&gt;). We also learned that if Reagan had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt; on, she was super happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have many found memories from my youth of my aunt cherry at the beach with us. It warms my heart that my kiddos will have some of those same memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went out to dinner at Salt Life (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YUMM&lt;/span&gt;-O). If you are ever in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; Beach- you have to go. It was fabulous. After dinner, we headed back to the beach so we could get a few pics of M &amp;amp; R together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite.&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/-rNqjtAlkfrA/TmVsNATjQ0I/AAAAAAAABNc/fN2qOU5bohM/s1600/DSC_7661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqjtAlkfrA/TmVsNATjQ0I/AAAAAAAABNc/fN2qOU5bohM/s320/DSC_7661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649040278282257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great first day of vacation!&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/669510995762318221-1320029587407400391?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1320029587407400391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1320029587407400391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1320029587407400391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-day-1.html' title='Beach Day 1'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-2i1ODUYXI/TmVsN66INFI/AAAAAAAABN8/veSWV0cvsrk/s72-c/DSC_7605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7929810229524142808</id><published>2011-09-05T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:35:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we arrived!</title><content type='html'>After 10 LONG hours in the car...we made it to the beach! Mason and Reagan did awesome on the drive. We stopped twice- once for lunch, once for gas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to see the beach that we stopped in on our way to the beach house (right before sunset). I love that he is taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet. sweet. memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0XA_rWIW5Y/TmVpmhyBSgI/AAAAAAAABNU/yxn6_GUPbtw/s1600/DSC_7578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0XA_rWIW5Y/TmVpmhyBSgI/AAAAAAAABNU/yxn6_GUPbtw/s320/DSC_7578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649037418230270466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just wait Mason, the best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUqMoHG2BKA/TmVpmeeGSBI/AAAAAAAABNM/xIgb_2bq0gc/s1600/DSC_7577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUqMoHG2BKA/TmVpmeeGSBI/AAAAAAAABNM/xIgb_2bq0gc/s320/DSC_7577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649037417341405202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7929810229524142808?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7929810229524142808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7929810229524142808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7929810229524142808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-arrived.html' title='we arrived!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0XA_rWIW5Y/TmVpmhyBSgI/AAAAAAAABNU/yxn6_GUPbtw/s72-c/DSC_7578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7585219341054474599</id><published>2011-08-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:33:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Farragut's  Fleet</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we decided to head to town hall for the "Fun with Farragut's Fleet" event. They had different types of machines that the city uses available for kids to sit on, touch, and get to learn more about. We got there around 9:30 and I am glad we got there early as it was HOT. We had a great time. Mason loved getting to sit on the machines and Reagan was happy to tag along as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bomb Squad.&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/-6BCfXNDN78k/TlaGsZ14hbI/AAAAAAAABNE/femWBiV0Q5c/s1600/DSC_7383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCfXNDN78k/TlaGsZ14hbI/AAAAAAAABNE/femWBiV0Q5c/s320/DSC_7383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847280364750258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the ray of sun shining down on M.&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/-dDWEnqURoOE/TlaGsWTU_nI/AAAAAAAABM8/V3LzlBD0NsQ/s1600/DSC_7345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDWEnqURoOE/TlaGsWTU_nI/AAAAAAAABM8/V3LzlBD0NsQ/s320/DSC_7345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847279414509170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan loved the gator.&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/-LjK033gRSzg/TlaGsENlfAI/AAAAAAAABM0/u7s7i3luZc0/s1600/DSC_7349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjK033gRSzg/TlaGsENlfAI/AAAAAAAABM0/u7s7i3luZc0/s320/DSC_7349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847274558585858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firetruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5IZe7NmpOg/TlaGsIf3thI/AAAAAAAABMs/hUrVPPh9HZQ/s1600/DSC_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5IZe7NmpOg/TlaGsIf3thI/AAAAAAAABMs/hUrVPPh9HZQ/s320/DSC_7364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847275709019666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgsZ7vN1WCQ/TlaGhFK7m-I/AAAAAAAABMk/ikhGyuWoqJQ/s1600/DSC_7351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgsZ7vN1WCQ/TlaGhFK7m-I/AAAAAAAABMk/ikhGyuWoqJQ/s320/DSC_7351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847085837327330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue Boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDayjkHMIuI/TlaGgxObqFI/AAAAAAAABMc/z47hm9vdwQ4/s1600/DSC_7354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDayjkHMIuI/TlaGgxObqFI/AAAAAAAABMc/z47hm9vdwQ4/s320/DSC_7354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847080483301458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1_Mdcc4gNY/TlaGgyAAnVI/AAAAAAAABMU/jnvsbg6cmSA/s1600/DSC_7389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1_Mdcc4gNY/TlaGgyAAnVI/AAAAAAAABMU/jnvsbg6cmSA/s320/DSC_7389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847080691244370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan and dad in the bulldozer scoop.&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/-bsds3vtdwBs/TlaGghcrHnI/AAAAAAAABMM/JyTuM3HVrZ8/s1600/DSC_7404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsds3vtdwBs/TlaGghcrHnI/AAAAAAAABMM/JyTuM3HVrZ8/s320/DSC_7404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847076248067698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were ready to go for a ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjJy5SiiSiw/TlaGgrPq7uI/AAAAAAAABME/7rWbZpNrBPk/s1600/DSC_7375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjJy5SiiSiw/TlaGgrPq7uI/AAAAAAAABME/7rWbZpNrBPk/s320/DSC_7375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847078877884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7585219341054474599?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7585219341054474599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/fun-with-farraguts-fleet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7585219341054474599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7585219341054474599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/fun-with-farraguts-fleet.html' title='Fun with Farragut&apos;s  Fleet'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCfXNDN78k/TlaGsZ14hbI/AAAAAAAABNE/femWBiV0Q5c/s72-c/DSC_7383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-469270958546786686</id><published>2011-08-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:02:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>Monday was Mason's first day of preschool. It was only 1/2 day and parents stayed for orientation (in another room- so he never saw me). I am so excited for all the fun things he will discover throughout the year. They have chapel one day a week and music class another, plus arts and crafts, learning their days of the week, time, letters and numbers. it's going to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;He was super excited to head back to school and was ready to leave 30 minutes before we needed to. So, we took some pictures outside before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason on the front porch. Ready to head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgXGy_CVJiY/Tkqg94dV-8I/AAAAAAAABL8/VSEFvkTMmDo/s1600/DSC_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgXGy_CVJiY/Tkqg94dV-8I/AAAAAAAABL8/VSEFvkTMmDo/s320/DSC_7325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641498468222892994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just being silly.&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/-mk2evx_YqmA/Tkqg9n631pI/AAAAAAAABL0/sNXz8i4mkGk/s1600/DSC_7326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk2evx_YqmA/Tkqg9n631pI/AAAAAAAABL0/sNXz8i4mkGk/s320/DSC_7326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641498463783343762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan watching brother. She looks up to him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-P9tt3bk7E/Tkqg9QPrXcI/AAAAAAAABLs/rM4KoF0Gowk/s1600/DSC_7332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-P9tt3bk7E/Tkqg9QPrXcI/AAAAAAAABLs/rM4KoF0Gowk/s320/DSC_7332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641498457428155842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan "approving" his first day of school outfit (and shoes)&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/-TsTFKxQidug/Tkqg9Nz-ZNI/AAAAAAAABLk/uRFaTnLTqnA/s1600/DSC_7334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsTFKxQidug/Tkqg9Nz-ZNI/AAAAAAAABLk/uRFaTnLTqnA/s320/DSC_7334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641498456775091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Mrs. Henson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mW0TQ0GHc8c/Tkqg8-dwZpI/AAAAAAAABLc/dBX7gyy595o/s1600/DSC_7338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mW0TQ0GHc8c/Tkqg8-dwZpI/AAAAAAAABLc/dBX7gyy595o/s320/DSC_7338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641498452655367826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how fast these first three years have gone. Have a great year, Mase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-469270958546786686?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/469270958546786686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-preschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/469270958546786686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/469270958546786686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgXGy_CVJiY/Tkqg94dV-8I/AAAAAAAABL8/VSEFvkTMmDo/s72-c/DSC_7325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5284511598408430560</id><published>2011-08-14T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:33:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese.Cows.Wows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdUTQmjwSM/TkhpLzkNtvI/AAAAAAAABK4/mOJqmOo0Bqk/s1600/homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdUTQmjwSM/TkhpLzkNtvI/AAAAAAAABK4/mOJqmOo0Bqk/s320/homepage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640874184823125746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever drive I-75 near Knoxville then you have seen the billboard for the Sweetwater Valley Farm. After many trips down 75, I finally decided it was time to tour the farm. Our playgroup decided it would be fun to tour the farm together as our last big outing before school started back. So last week we packed up and headed down to Philadelphia..Tennessee :) (side note: I love when small towns have the same name as major cities from a different state) It was a really fun morning and we had a great time getting to explore the barn exhibit, tasting the cheese, and then heading out to the walking tour to see the cows. The kids were REALLY excited about getting to see the animals. They had a few horses near the front that you could see and get really close too, but to get a good look at the cows and hear more about the ins and outs of the farm you need to take the tour. It was interesting and held the toddlers attention but it was super hot and that got to them quickly. A quick stop in the store at the end for cheese samples had everyone ending on a happy note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first try at a group shot- trying to rangle 10 kiddos is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;(although they are ALL in this pic)&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/-VK5pi03vlSw/TkhmM7X2_nI/AAAAAAAABKw/i2UYAe4pzfQ/s1600/DSC_7149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK5pi03vlSw/TkhmM7X2_nI/AAAAAAAABKw/i2UYAe4pzfQ/s320/DSC_7149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870905563774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ0vO8_hRGQ/TkhmMoNJAJI/AAAAAAAABKo/iGz_h_-LYqw/s1600/DSC_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ0vO8_hRGQ/TkhmMoNJAJI/AAAAAAAABKo/iGz_h_-LYqw/s320/DSC_7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870900418543762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before heading out on the "walking" tour- they have everyone put on blue coverups over their shoes. I think this is more to protect their store so that after the tour you aren't bringing in anything (poo) from the walk. Either way, I have to say, Reagan is sporting those coverups like a champ. They swallowed her feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3mubIXtDj4/TkhmMt4lneI/AAAAAAAABKg/S4QlfHPZ6G4/s1600/DSC_7205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3mubIXtDj4/TkhmMt4lneI/AAAAAAAABKg/S4QlfHPZ6G4/s320/DSC_7205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870901942951394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason wore his rain boots just for the tour. (I figured they would be easy to wash off if they got dirty) He wasn't super pumped about putting covers on his boots but he quickly got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZWT771Q70g/TkhmMaHXG5I/AAAAAAAABKY/UpGQTnARcJU/s1600/DSC_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZWT771Q70g/TkhmMaHXG5I/AAAAAAAABKY/UpGQTnARcJU/s320/DSC_7208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870896636205970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGnK74RHaU0/TkhmMaR8iYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/2ydqLUUVsSI/s1600/DSC_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGnK74RHaU0/TkhmMaR8iYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/2ydqLUUVsSI/s320/DSC_7177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870896680601986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5284511598408430560?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5284511598408430560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheesecowswows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5284511598408430560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5284511598408430560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheesecowswows.html' title='Cheese.Cows.Wows.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDdUTQmjwSM/TkhpLzkNtvI/AAAAAAAABK4/mOJqmOo0Bqk/s72-c/homepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2905189637445673461</id><published>2011-08-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:49:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island Getaway</title><content type='html'>My mom went to Hawaii in March and brought back a Hula kit for Reagan- grass skirt, coconut shells and necklace. It looked super cute, but R wasn't walking yet, so I thought I would hold off opening it until she was and then I forgot about it. Until yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting my island children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan didn't know what to think at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwJ_WmcEFB4/TkQjFXiRKMI/AAAAAAAABFY/A_udMNezdxg/s1600/DSC_7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwJ_WmcEFB4/TkQjFXiRKMI/AAAAAAAABFY/A_udMNezdxg/s320/DSC_7239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671208498768066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she realized how stinkin' adorable she really was!&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/-ZGcestiqbbI/TkQjFBc1i6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4V8zhYy93Gg/s1600/DSC_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGcestiqbbI/TkQjFBc1i6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4V8zhYy93Gg/s320/DSC_7257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671202570406818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason was feeling the grass skirt from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked for the coconuts....&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/-W1KxCpdASMw/TkQjE7lWvzI/AAAAAAAABFI/vf6CIbcDmRo/s1600/DSC_7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1KxCpdASMw/TkQjE7lWvzI/AAAAAAAABFI/vf6CIbcDmRo/s320/DSC_7268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671200995524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing his Hula in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngLnHv6xS8Q/TkQjE56_b4I/AAAAAAAABE8/fE1UWfRrSSU/s1600/DSC_7280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngLnHv6xS8Q/TkQjE56_b4I/AAAAAAAABE8/fE1UWfRrSSU/s320/DSC_7280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671200549400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking out his coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jPFkDv2ksQ/TkQjEXKVAsI/AAAAAAAABE0/ikbIbJbRf6E/s1600/DSC_7289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jPFkDv2ksQ/TkQjEXKVAsI/AAAAAAAABE0/ikbIbJbRf6E/s320/DSC_7289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671191218488002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day he may kill me for this picture- but I wouldn't have it any other way. These are the days to remember. Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2905189637445673461?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2905189637445673461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-island-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2905189637445673461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2905189637445673461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-island-getaway.html' title='My Island Getaway'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwJ_WmcEFB4/TkQjFXiRKMI/AAAAAAAABFY/A_udMNezdxg/s72-c/DSC_7239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1478853239637409957</id><published>2011-08-09T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:43:53.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Boot Day</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is from living in the Pacific Northwest for 5 years or maybe it's because I love shoes. But either way I can not help but love my little ones in rain boots. Today was BIG day for rain boots in our house- Mason got a new pair (that I bought on sale 4 months ago) and then today at Marshall's I found a pair in Reagan's size on SALE. It was a sign. I bought them. Judge for yourself- are these not the cutest feet you have ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason loves his rain boots and wears them ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXdlo1NSSVc/TkHgKWnUD-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L0fRj_sPIOU/s1600/DSC_7113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXdlo1NSSVc/TkHgKWnUD-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L0fRj_sPIOU/s320/DSC_7113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639034676918357986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the cuteness that is giraffe print rain boots combined with Reagan?&lt;br /&gt;(yes I know her dress and shoes don't match. She's 1. she'll get over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0LirbD2jzk/TkHgKFMFWFI/AAAAAAAAA44/0osYtpbEjz4/s1600/DSC_7122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0LirbD2jzk/TkHgKFMFWFI/AAAAAAAAA44/0osYtpbEjz4/s320/DSC_7122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639034672240744530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to walk in rain boots.&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/-jXMANx5CYns/TkHgJ6svNFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/EQV_KEzvbTM/s1600/DSC_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXMANx5CYns/TkHgJ6svNFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/EQV_KEzvbTM/s320/DSC_7107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639034669424915538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason wanted his picture taken too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MX5a94eyi6Y/TkHgJ3G2OaI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ruBmF5UhHU4/s1600/DSC_7123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MX5a94eyi6Y/TkHgJ3G2OaI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ruBmF5UhHU4/s320/DSC_7123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639034668460685730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best I could get of the two of them together. No there was not one that had their faces. They kept picking up the chairs and running around. like brother, like sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRG1bFi_OYw/TkHgJtLjDUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/XtgBSiN9peQ/s1600/DSC_7127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRG1bFi_OYw/TkHgJtLjDUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/XtgBSiN9peQ/s320/DSC_7127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639034665796046146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1478853239637409957?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1478853239637409957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/rain-boot-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1478853239637409957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1478853239637409957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/rain-boot-day.html' title='Rain Boot Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXdlo1NSSVc/TkHgKWnUD-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L0fRj_sPIOU/s72-c/DSC_7113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2302935711125408605</id><published>2011-08-08T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:38:22.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I love about Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDsFN8FQDw/TkCAUVuAcYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/pAxr-Y1Yx_c/s1600/DSC_7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDsFN8FQDw/TkCAUVuAcYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/pAxr-Y1Yx_c/s400/DSC_7102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638647820383711618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUnDEJJu84/TkCAUAyl35I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/2WrOz_NLIag/s1600/DSC_7098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUnDEJJu84/TkCAUAyl35I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/2WrOz_NLIag/s400/DSC_7098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638647814765797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APkOV7XZ8TY/TkCATzZemSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/6KrQZDba__w/s1600/DSC_7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APkOV7XZ8TY/TkCATzZemSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/6KrQZDba__w/s400/DSC_7099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638647811170801954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't think of a better way to spend my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2302935711125408605?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2302935711125408605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2302935711125408605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2302935711125408605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-sunday.html' title='Simple Sunday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DDsFN8FQDw/TkCAUVuAcYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/pAxr-Y1Yx_c/s72-c/DSC_7102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4465914798053802722</id><published>2011-08-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:31:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training boot camp</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I mentioned how we have been working with Mason on being a big boy. Well Sunday was a big day in our house. Mason said goodbye to diapers!!&lt;br /&gt;But before I talk about that let me back track. Hello, my name is Mary and I am a procrastinator. There I said it. I owned it. I knew that Mason had to be potty trained to start school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; on August 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) and we have talked about doing it all summer. But something always come up... a trip to my parents, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fifth's&lt;/span&gt; disease, birthday parties... you get the point, I was putting it off. We did try. On July 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we began the morning in underwear and by 10:30 he was crying, begging for diapers and still had not done anything in the potty and I thought I can't do this, not today so we put back on a diaper. Well, I finally realized we had to really get started on this since you know school starts in less than a month. My plan was to start on Saturday- do the whole potty training in 3 days- no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pullups&lt;/span&gt; just underwear, practice, practice, practice. This way I had two days with Steve to help before he went to work. Well last Friday, we got a letter in the mail that said the sweetest words, it said "we want our 3 year old class to be potty trained, but parents don't stress, it will happen." I took this as- "they don't have to be potty trained- you're alright in diapers." WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;. On Saturday, we got up and ran errands all day, we didn't try- I mean you read the note, don't stress. Then on Saturday night, I got a call. A call that brought me back to reality. It was my dear sister, Mel, who asked how our potty training day went and I told her about the letter- knowing she would be excited too, until she said the most honest thing I needed to hear. She said, "you still have to try. it means it's okay if he has accidents but he still needs to be working on it." AND I am back to reality. So Sunday morning we got up, put on underwear and we haven't looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1- in his boxer briefs- I love them!&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/-besDxLZp7GI/TjyV5tTRCsI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k6viHwliICI/s1600/DSC_6989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-besDxLZp7GI/TjyV5tTRCsI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k6viHwliICI/s320/DSC_6989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637545652206504642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off Wilson- his reward for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;all day. (this was his only reward for the week, but it got him sitting on the potty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab0wlBfGnf4/TjyV5bJmL0I/AAAAAAAAA34/n-uuYx566Io/s1600/DSC_6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab0wlBfGnf4/TjyV5bJmL0I/AAAAAAAAA34/n-uuYx566Io/s320/DSC_6986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637545647334108994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, Mason HAD NEVER gone on the potty. So last Sunday we pumped him full of liquid and waited to see what happened. He didn't want to sit on the potty so we offered a reward for the day. I said if you try to potty all day, it doesn't matter how many accidents you have, you just have to try then after dinner you can have Wilson (a clearance toy I had picked up a few weeks back that I was saving for a rainy day) We sat every 10 minutes on the toilet- it was a painful hour and a half, but once he went, he began to get it. Sunday was full of accidents- 9 pairs of underwear later we ended the day. Monday was better- 2 accidents. Tuesday-0. Wednesday-1. Thursday-1. Friday-0. We didn't leave the house until today and even then, I was a nervous wreck, but I realized at some point we would have to leave and if we had an accident in public I would deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;The week was full of lots of tears-both Mason and mine. He has done great with #1, it is #2 we are struggling with. But everyday it is getting better and after a week, there is no turning back. We said bye to diapers and we are sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today. showing off his underwear. and boots. Yes we are styling.&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/-uE6653mohyI/TjyV5UBvDcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SL_ftuEpAjA/s1600/DSC_7012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE6653mohyI/TjyV5UBvDcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SL_ftuEpAjA/s320/DSC_7012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637545645422087618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Mater on the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGsXFfuBE-I/TjyV5JIJ4XI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qxiu6Nt_EAI/s1600/DSC_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGsXFfuBE-I/TjyV5JIJ4XI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qxiu6Nt_EAI/s320/DSC_7017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637545642496221554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are working on potty training or about to start I would really recommend just going straight from diapers to underwear. It was hard, it was painful, but he got it. Yes we may still have a few accidents but there isn't any confusion. He is a big boy, he wears underwear. &lt;br /&gt;No looking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4465914798053802722?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4465914798053802722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/potty-training-boot-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4465914798053802722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4465914798053802722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/08/potty-training-boot-camp.html' title='Potty training boot camp'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-besDxLZp7GI/TjyV5tTRCsI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k6viHwliICI/s72-c/DSC_6989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-374415052677427847</id><published>2011-07-31T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:25:44.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on up</title><content type='html'>We began to notice that Mason was beginning to look a little big for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;. So I checked the website and while he had 8lbs to out grow it, he had less than 4 inches. He just didn't look comfortable anymore so we bit the bullet and got him a new seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of research, we decided on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britax&lt;/span&gt; Nautilus. It is a car seat and a booster so hopefully this will be his last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;. It came on Thursday and Mason was pumped about the box! He kept saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; my big boy seat." We waited until Saturday to put it in and talked about how this seat was for big boys and how he was a big boy now. (more to come on that soon...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAADAA&lt;/span&gt;! We love it! He has so much room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsGwF4vNPR8/TjXy1HpGI_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gYGtGSNdbao/s1600/DSC_6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsGwF4vNPR8/TjXy1HpGI_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gYGtGSNdbao/s400/DSC_6980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635677503122449394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-374415052677427847?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/374415052677427847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/374415052677427847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/374415052677427847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving on up'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsGwF4vNPR8/TjXy1HpGI_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/gYGtGSNdbao/s72-c/DSC_6980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-666384533655797209</id><published>2011-07-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:26:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium of the Smokies</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I realized we needed to get out of the house. We have had a great summer, but I think we all miss the schedule and routine that comes with school. I decided I would brave the drive and the kids by myself and head to the Aquarium in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt;. It's about 1 1/2 hour drive for us (maybe a little less) and I just knew Reagan would take her nap on the way up. WRONG. So the wait to get tickets consisted of a lot of tears and me wondering if I had lost my mind, but once inside, things turned around and we had a blast.  Mason loved seeing all the fish. He kept running up to tanks and yelling "look mommy, look." Reagan enjoyed it as well- from the comfort of her stroller. That girl was tired but she will never miss a good time so she stayed awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that you can see the excitement in his cheeks. He was in total amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5btZ_o7pKs/TjXsS-tOOwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/QtIt17pkMm0/s1600/DSC_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5btZ_o7pKs/TjXsS-tOOwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/QtIt17pkMm0/s320/DSC_6920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635670319538518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan enjoying her view in the ocean tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mfk04vd3VI/TjXsS41KQqI/AAAAAAAAA24/stnEIjsRawk/s1600/DSC_6930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mfk04vd3VI/TjXsS41KQqI/AAAAAAAAA24/stnEIjsRawk/s320/DSC_6930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635670317961200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close, you'll see his head.&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/-HQj_b2vew5A/TjXsSu742rI/AAAAAAAAA2w/lNnYdrtksqw/s1600/DSC_6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQj_b2vew5A/TjXsSu742rI/AAAAAAAAA2w/lNnYdrtksqw/s320/DSC_6962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635670315305065138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited to crawl through the tunnel and see the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pEcLyzeRFE/TjXsSXsAbPI/AAAAAAAAA2o/h8mQKFQJKN0/s1600/DSC_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pEcLyzeRFE/TjXsSXsAbPI/AAAAAAAAA2o/h8mQKFQJKN0/s320/DSC_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635670309064436978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best picture I could get of the two of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6acIBBFRmQ/TjXsSCX08jI/AAAAAAAAA2g/QI2zvbG_J-M/s1600/DSC_6950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6acIBBFRmQ/TjXsSCX08jI/AAAAAAAAA2g/QI2zvbG_J-M/s320/DSC_6950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635670303342654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time narrowing down the pics for this post so here are some extras just a little smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ofWwCqns44/TjXtCTRwbvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/koGMtJYFNQ8/s1600/DSC_6938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ofWwCqns44/TjXtCTRwbvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/koGMtJYFNQ8/s200/DSC_6938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635671132514316018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfEbrDG5aU/TjXtCJdt1-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/l35LvcByNXI/s1600/DSC_6928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfEbrDG5aU/TjXtCJdt1-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/l35LvcByNXI/s200/DSC_6928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635671129880123362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVsQtRw5xoc/TjXtCMyz4KI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RFZiqEm2CsI/s1600/DSC_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVsQtRw5xoc/TjXtCMyz4KI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RFZiqEm2CsI/s200/DSC_6925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635671130773905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out I asked him what his favorite part was and he said "the moving sidewalk......"  "and the turtle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-666384533655797209?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/666384533655797209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/aquarium-of-smokies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/666384533655797209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/666384533655797209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/aquarium-of-smokies.html' title='Aquarium of the Smokies'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5btZ_o7pKs/TjXsS-tOOwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/QtIt17pkMm0/s72-c/DSC_6920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5843111665892225213</id><published>2011-07-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:46:23.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's Party</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Mason's birthday on Saturday with our family and friends. Mason was so funny on his ACTUAL birthday we kept saying, "not yet. It's Saturday (the day of his party)." On Saturday he woke up and said "it's my birthday!" He asked for a crocodile theme and although I didn't understand where it came from. I agreed. He doesn't ask for much :) And what do Crocs love? WATER! So we had a water party, with a pool, water table and water slide. Along with non-water activities for those not interested in H2O.  I decided to make croc towels for all his buddies and although they took forever. I LOVED how they turned out.  It was H.O.T. on Saturday, but everyone had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pull the camera out a lot once everyone got there but I got some early shots that I loved as well as singing happy birthday. Special shout out to my sister, Leslie, for bringing the slide and for all her help with the party. She was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The CROCS guarding the cupcakes.&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/-5O9Ovb3G-2Y/Ti9rpHwE4iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQ0abZdZVcU/s1600/DSC_6855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O9Ovb3G-2Y/Ti9rpHwE4iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQ0abZdZVcU/s320/DSC_6855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633840013063283234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close croc.&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/-RCTHoxXZr-k/Ti9rlIywLzI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/S0wC67bHpPE/s1600/DSC_6858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCTHoxXZr-k/Ti9rlIywLzI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/S0wC67bHpPE/s320/DSC_6858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839944623468338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the towels and his happy birthday banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOrAoLhJvtE/Ti9rk0psCZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bAYRqDbnXKg/s1600/DSC_6861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOrAoLhJvtE/Ti9rk0psCZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bAYRqDbnXKg/s320/DSC_6861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839939216738706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls were pink, boys blue and they all had green crocs with the kids names.&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/-sD5vO2ynXlY/Ti9rkjj7jiI/AAAAAAAAA2A/I5snpywZqbA/s1600/DSC_6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sD5vO2ynXlY/Ti9rkjj7jiI/AAAAAAAAA2A/I5snpywZqbA/s320/DSC_6863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839934629187106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the birthday boy got a towel.&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/-XeCR1jn9Ymo/Ti9rkhvSKaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Grja52gnZQo/s1600/DSC_6867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeCR1jn9Ymo/Ti9rkhvSKaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Grja52gnZQo/s320/DSC_6867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839934139935138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slide.&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/-iPTDwJUmpmI/Ti9rkYR0_LI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8vEI5py-SKs/s1600/DSC_6872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPTDwJUmpmI/Ti9rkYR0_LI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8vEI5py-SKs/s320/DSC_6872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839931600469170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason getting anxious for some cake (in his birthday shirt)&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/-8AFOX5Pmz8s/Ti9rVAmZ6bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FKsRr_FL-Ks/s1600/DSC_6878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AFOX5Pmz8s/Ti9rVAmZ6bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/FKsRr_FL-Ks/s320/DSC_6878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839667546286514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan's matching croc shirt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLrByjLtz-A/Ti9rU35AAZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/y_3HvXT6vWc/s1600/DSC_6882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLrByjLtz-A/Ti9rU35AAZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/y_3HvXT6vWc/s320/DSC_6882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839665208361362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason getting ready for the cake.&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/-r32RJ_ds3mU/Ti9rU-eOV5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gYQG9AACPew/s1600/DSC_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r32RJ_ds3mU/Ti9rU-eOV5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gYQG9AACPew/s320/DSC_6885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839666975102866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL5I00N-xC0/Ti9rUpLxPlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xDpkoEy4stw/s1600/DSC_6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL5I00N-xC0/Ti9rUpLxPlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xDpkoEy4stw/s320/DSC_6890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839661260553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blowing out his candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDsMuC1MM10/Ti9rUVGL8TI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ks_J6ySYkVg/s1600/DSC_6892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDsMuC1MM10/Ti9rUVGL8TI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ks_J6ySYkVg/s320/DSC_6892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633839655868428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Mase! We love you and can't wait to see what adventures "3" bring us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5843111665892225213?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5843111665892225213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/masons-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5843111665892225213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5843111665892225213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/masons-party.html' title='Mason&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O9Ovb3G-2Y/Ti9rpHwE4iI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQ0abZdZVcU/s72-c/DSC_6855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2273392073155912007</id><published>2011-07-23T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:33:10.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Mason</title><content type='html'>Mason,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are 3. Where has the time gone? It feels like yesterday we were taking you home from the hospital surprised at how quiet you were and how well you were sleeping. Fast forward 3 years to a no napping, chatterbox YOU! We couldn't be happier to have you in our lives and feel so blessed to be your mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;This past year we have thrown so many changes at you and you rolled with the punches better than we could have ever imagined. We packed up your life, and moved you across the country to live with grandma and grandpa for three weeks, then we moved into an apartment for a month, and finally into our new house. We moved you into a toddler bed and a few months later into a full size bed. And we took away your most prized possession- your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bink&lt;/span&gt;. You started school, met new friends and are adjusting really well to Knoxville.  And through it all you kept your smile, your humor, and your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what the next year holds for you. Happy birthday, sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 day, 1 year, &amp;amp; 2 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtTRpvlmkzE/Tit1t_HkfII/AAAAAAAAA1A/SC1_5BthM2Q/s1600/glamour%2Bshots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtTRpvlmkzE/Tit1t_HkfII/AAAAAAAAA1A/SC1_5BthM2Q/s320/glamour%2Bshots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632725191854685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the big 3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8Pb61W_D3w/Tit1ts-WlgI/AAAAAAAAA04/4z6PBvyvYeE/s1600/DSC_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8Pb61W_D3w/Tit1ts-WlgI/AAAAAAAAA04/4z6PBvyvYeE/s320/DSC_6844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632725186984187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2273392073155912007?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2273392073155912007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-mason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2273392073155912007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2273392073155912007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-mason.html' title='Happy birthday Mason'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtTRpvlmkzE/Tit1t_HkfII/AAAAAAAAA1A/SC1_5BthM2Q/s72-c/glamour%2Bshots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3346828891174520852</id><published>2011-07-20T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:15:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Pickin'</title><content type='html'>Today our playgroup went to a local you pick farm to pick blueberries. This was my first time taking Mason and Reagan to a you pick farm and we had a blast. I had to work with Mason to get him to understand to only pick the blue/purple ones. Our first bush was pretty picked over so he was having a hard time, but once we hit a bush that hadn't been picked yet and was overflowing with berries- he totally knew what to do. He became a real pro at picking one putting it in the bucket, picking another eating it. Reagan also enjoyed "taste testing" some berries and when I quit giving them to her- she started eating them off the ground. My que it was time to go!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a fabulous morning- although I do have to say that humidity can get to you. It was hot. I think when we left it was 89 degrees and poor Mason and Reagan are still Seattle babies- Reagan was soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason at the beginning of our adventure!&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/-4-CSn6DFmVA/Tid7zdKnN-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/ODo3tSqFpLU/s1600/DSC_6787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-CSn6DFmVA/Tid7zdKnN-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/ODo3tSqFpLU/s320/DSC_6787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605982982780898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan trying to decide what she thinks of the blueberry bushes.&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/-wuTHox6vzi4/Tid7yzEuAOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/A4H2LcCFhok/s1600/DSC_6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTHox6vzi4/Tid7yzEuAOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/A4H2LcCFhok/s320/DSC_6788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605971683770594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She decided she liked it, and eating the berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7dzBV1FGGE/Tid7yz6sXBI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/a_5KygFcM38/s1600/DSC_6797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7dzBV1FGGE/Tid7yz6sXBI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/a_5KygFcM38/s320/DSC_6797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605971910155282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason trying his hand at pickin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zWe78CdmqM/Tid8A1YwrGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OvYvVs7xMm8/s1600/DSC_6794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zWe78CdmqM/Tid8A1YwrGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OvYvVs7xMm8/s320/DSC_6794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631606212822871138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fruits of our labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOkGUSj7Q_w/Tid7yGrd_4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/AZ_FV9WM5yE/s1600/DSC_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOkGUSj7Q_w/Tid7yGrd_4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/AZ_FV9WM5yE/s320/DSC_6812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605959766704002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3346828891174520852?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3346828891174520852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/berry-pickin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3346828891174520852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3346828891174520852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/berry-pickin.html' title='Berry Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-CSn6DFmVA/Tid7zdKnN-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/ODo3tSqFpLU/s72-c/DSC_6787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4780364997429058502</id><published>2011-07-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:36:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another monday</title><content type='html'>People always told me how different two kids from the same parents can be, and although I knew from my own experience with my sisters this was true. It didn't truly hit home until Reagan was born. Mason and Reagan are night and day. He was laid back, mellow, calm, quiet, cautious. Reagan is loud, talkative, curious, emotional, and adventurous. I have had to rethink baby proofing since some of things Mason never bothered to explore, Reagan has been all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #1- Mason never climbed on the coffee table. He climbed on the couch, pillows, beds, but never furniture. Reagan is on everything. gotta love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0HXKxztj2E/TiWVqPsmlmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Gz36jXyNAsM/s1600/DSC_6766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0HXKxztj2E/TiWVqPsmlmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Gz36jXyNAsM/s320/DSC_6766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631071462097327714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found these little Adirondack chairs at Lowe's and thought Mason and Reagan would love them. And they did. I love that Mason took his stool to make a foot rest. Yes, they are watching Phineas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferb&lt;/span&gt; in their chairs. And yes, neither one of them has pants on- it was a chill afternoon in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYldwsIQDuQ/TiWVqhv_NJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PxxGYL-aEwk/s1600/DSC_6772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYldwsIQDuQ/TiWVqhv_NJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PxxGYL-aEwk/s320/DSC_6772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631071466943362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is happy to have something her size to climb on- she is almost big enough to get on the couch by herself but she's not quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6zKhpb9bOw/TiWVq6WPXBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2Y_f2VkUR_8/s1600/DSC_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6zKhpb9bOw/TiWVq6WPXBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2Y_f2VkUR_8/s320/DSC_6773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631071473546255378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another Monday in our house. I love these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4780364997429058502?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4780364997429058502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-another-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4780364997429058502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4780364997429058502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-another-monday.html' title='just another monday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0HXKxztj2E/TiWVqPsmlmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Gz36jXyNAsM/s72-c/DSC_6766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4953953054233354594</id><published>2011-07-05T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:13:26.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had an amazing weekend-we spent it at my parents house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belvidere&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great time FULL of family, laughter and fun :) Steve took off today so we didn't have to head home on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; which was nice. Saturday was spent hanging out at the house and finishing up some projects, while Sunday and Monday were spent on the lake!  Mason and Reagan both LOVED the water and had a blast soaking up some rays. I loved getting to watch them and Mason's new favorite toy is a the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; noodle- he pretends to fish with it and SURPRISE it already has a fish! HA! I love that boy. Reagan almost fell asleep in the water a couple of times- she seemed so relaxed even with the big ole' life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us in the water. (yes Reagan is in a floaty and life jacket) She was WAY over water safety but I was happy to know she wasn't going anywhere.&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/-ZlQStzxAGNU/ThPDHWKtCmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/rQQAtbiX-hQ/s1600/DSC_6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlQStzxAGNU/ThPDHWKtCmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/rQQAtbiX-hQ/s320/DSC_6433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626054890492856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason, Reagan, and dad hanging out on the dock. Yes, that is a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoyMb5bi7Ts/ThPDGx3QCRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/X0SSZ2YKTtE/s1600/DSC_6470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoyMb5bi7Ts/ThPDGx3QCRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/X0SSZ2YKTtE/s320/DSC_6470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626054880747587858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Mel and her family came in from AZ and our kiddos had a blast hanging with their cousins, Emily and Erin. For the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we got to spend time with grandma, grandpa, and gram. (all three of the grandparents) I love getting to see Mason and Reagan's relationships form with our parents.  We then headed over to my aunts for dinner. My parents live out in the country so we headed back before fireworks started since the kids had been out on the water, they were whipped and didn't hear a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know she won't let me dress her forever so I decided to embrace the time I do have and put her in a red and white striped tutu. LOVE it!&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/-yD6wPPmC94w/ThPDGsGSA8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/j2tY9fP9pH4/s1600/glow%2Blaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD6wPPmC94w/ThPDGsGSA8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/j2tY9fP9pH4/s320/glow%2Blaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626054879200019394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Erin loved the tutu so much she asked me to make her one too. I couldn't resist and this is one of my favorite pictures. &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/-KBgPaFGHY6o/ThPDGCuZyWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uTCS01mhmps/s1600/DSC_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBgPaFGHY6o/ThPDGCuZyWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uTCS01mhmps/s320/DSC_6612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626054868094011746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; from our family to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kYGe-7rgD4/ThPDF1thrDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rAepWWC6JZU/s1600/glow%2Btogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kYGe-7rgD4/ThPDF1thrDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rAepWWC6JZU/s320/glow%2Btogether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626054864600673330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4953953054233354594?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4953953054233354594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4953953054233354594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4953953054233354594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlQStzxAGNU/ThPDHWKtCmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/rQQAtbiX-hQ/s72-c/DSC_6433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5598762309260388922</id><published>2011-06-29T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:27:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then he goes and surprises me</title><content type='html'>We spent the last week visiting my parents. (I'll add more about that later) The MAIN reason for our visit was for Mason to take swim lesson's with his cousins, Thomas and Maggie. We talked about it for WEEKS. He was excited, pumped and ready to swim. That is, until we got to the pool. He went in, but was definitely apprehensive. I snapped a couple of pictures and then the tears came. He stayed in for the whole class, but when I asked if he wanted to go back he said "no." The next morning we got up and tried it again and let's just say the first day was paradise compared to day 2. He did not want to do it and after talking with the director we decided he wasn't ready. He wasn't scared of the water- in fact he likes it, it just takes him a while to warm up to new people. So we are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he had his dentist appointment this week and honestly I have been dreading it since I made the appointment (2 months ago). He went to the dentist in Seattle, but he didn't have to sit in the chair. And after the pool experience I was expecting tears and screams. Steve came with us (Reagan had an appointment too) and we spent the morning wondering how it would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you think you know someone- they go and surprise you. He did AWESOME.  Mason came in, met the dental hygienist, explored the instruments, laid down, let her clean his teeth, floss and X-Ray them. The entire time, Steve and I just stood there dumbstruck that our Mason, was totally fine and happy going to the dentist. While there three other kiddos came in scared of the dentist and crying and Mason wasn't phased at all. It reminded me that he is continually growing and changing and I can't worry how he will react to something. I just have to let him explore things for himself and be there when things don't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Mason swimming- day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zx9elM_jxdg/TgvejLNd9FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/a3nzfglnIAs/s1600/DSC_6014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zx9elM_jxdg/TgvejLNd9FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/a3nzfglnIAs/s320/DSC_6014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623833255588262994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring the camera to the dentist since I wasn't expecting it to go well. Maybe if I leave it at home more, things will go better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5598762309260388922?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5598762309260388922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-he-goes-and-surprises-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5598762309260388922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5598762309260388922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-he-goes-and-surprises-me.html' title='And then he goes and surprises me'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zx9elM_jxdg/TgvejLNd9FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/a3nzfglnIAs/s72-c/DSC_6014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4747586363940565656</id><published>2011-06-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:18:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlowe's Pizzeria</title><content type='html'>We have entered a new phase with Mason, one that I like to call the "Iself" phase. "I do that, mommy," "me, me, Mason Marlowe, I do that," "Iself, all by Iself." And while this phase has some challenges it also provides many opportunities to let him explore his new found freedom. Like in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to help in any way he can so when making out our meal schedule this week I decided to try something new- make your own pizza night. Pizza is typically a hit so I figured it would be pretty hard for us to mess up a winner. It turned out better than I could have imagined. With very little help from me, Mason made our dinner and it was delish. And more importantly, I had a little boy who was super proud of himself and his dinner making skills. Now to work on cleanup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spreading the pizza sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8EKyoriKNo/TflXzIypXWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iz0vzsOyNFM/s1600/DSC_5798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8EKyoriKNo/TflXzIypXWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iz0vzsOyNFM/s320/DSC_5798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618546166259042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHRULDINOi0/TflXukfGgDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Z5G5c-WFtpc/s1600/DSC_5800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHRULDINOi0/TflXukfGgDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Z5G5c-WFtpc/s320/DSC_5800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618467701129266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding the cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w6JJCXPfxw/TflZRjJ8XTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/NA9H-lhKJsY/s1600/DSC_5801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w6JJCXPfxw/TflZRjJ8XTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/NA9H-lhKJsY/s320/DSC_5801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618620168150998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding the petterodi (pepperoni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3DlwTIMdCk/TflXuBUsbXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IwdixvG53kU/s1600/DSC_5803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3DlwTIMdCk/TflXuBUsbXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/IwdixvG53kU/s320/DSC_5803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618458262236530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asking if he can eat an olive. everyone has to taste test while cooking.&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/-q7EruDkefh8/TflXtXU2yOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/v3eyg8b_FQI/s1600/DSC_5808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7EruDkefh8/TflXtXU2yOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/v3eyg8b_FQI/s320/DSC_5808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618446988626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lining the olives up- is there any other way to place them.&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/-Si8Y42DJtI4/TflXtLdY3uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ZsXH9MUv0eQ/s1600/DSC_5811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si8Y42DJtI4/TflXtLdY3uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ZsXH9MUv0eQ/s320/DSC_5811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618443803188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finished product&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/-4CBduTPy5q8/TflXhEC8uVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/r0_7UjyI9IU/s1600/DSC_5813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CBduTPy5q8/TflXhEC8uVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/r0_7UjyI9IU/s320/DSC_5813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618235654814034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to the oven&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/-1I_v_NvR0EE/TflXggK45qI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YadehfYpNug/s1600/DSC_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1I_v_NvR0EE/TflXggK45qI/AAAAAAAAAx4/YadehfYpNug/s320/DSC_5814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618226024441506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so proud of himself. Cutting the pizza.&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/-ZrkkqgoHjO8/TflXgY4R7wI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Xw5O1R_nfJs/s1600/DSC_5815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrkkqgoHjO8/TflXgY4R7wI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Xw5O1R_nfJs/s320/DSC_5815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618224067342082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he kept cutting, and cutting, and cutting!&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/-5nYS6OJiIqM/TflXf6W_7GI/AAAAAAAAAxo/H_xfI_gi3D4/s1600/DSC_5818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nYS6OJiIqM/TflXf6W_7GI/AAAAAAAAAxo/H_xfI_gi3D4/s320/DSC_5818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618215874686050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist to add a picture of Reagan from the park today. Pigtails and all. She enjoyed the pizza as well and was grape quality control while Mason and I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKhEE8_8FcY/TflXfgVM-lI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bbfkoyhnDTU/s1600/DSC_5795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKhEE8_8FcY/TflXfgVM-lI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bbfkoyhnDTU/s320/DSC_5795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618618208887831122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-4747586363940565656?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4747586363940565656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/marlowes-pizzeria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4747586363940565656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4747586363940565656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/marlowes-pizzeria.html' title='Marlowe&apos;s Pizzeria'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8EKyoriKNo/TflXzIypXWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iz0vzsOyNFM/s72-c/DSC_5798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-170460651779493242</id><published>2011-06-09T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:18:33.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Birthday- All the Details</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I have been dying to write this post. But I was waiting for our pictures to come in and I got them in the mail today. I LOVED planning for Reagan's party. The "theme" was a combination of cupcakes and the colors pink and brown. The entire party was planned around a skirt I bought her from Janie and Jack about a month after I found out I was pregnant with a girl. When I bought it I knew she would wear it on her first birthday and she did! It was light pink with ribbons sewn on. I had my work cut out for me planning around a skirt, but I wouldn't change a single detail.  We had the party at my parent's farm, where Mason had his first birthday two years earlier. It was a warm April day and everything turned out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the details:&lt;br /&gt;I know there are tons of great vendors on etsy. I loved how everything turned out so I am including links as a shout out to all the great shops/owners I worked with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the invitations came from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lukecommasara"&gt;Less Ordinary Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gfPdDuXLZk/TfEXjY-I_mI/AAAAAAAAAxY/T9WbBLii7LA/s1600/reagan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gfPdDuXLZk/TfEXjY-I_mI/AAAAAAAAAxY/T9WbBLii7LA/s400/reagan-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616296107073666658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the banners with the help of a cropping class at &lt;a href="http://scrappininthecity.com/"&gt;Scrappin' in the City&lt;/a&gt;. I seriously sat in front of a cricket for 6 hours making everything. It was a lot of fun to make them and a great night out for me!&lt;br /&gt;The Poms came from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/PomLove"&gt;PomLove&lt;/a&gt;. They were easy to put together and a fun addition to the party. I put one upside down on a pedestal as a table decoration too.&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/-KTZ3G_U3CZs/TfEXjEuLSvI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Hg53U9bd7mU/s1600/birthday%2Bparty-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTZ3G_U3CZs/TfEXjEuLSvI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Hg53U9bd7mU/s400/birthday%2Bparty-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616296101637999346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cupcake toppers came from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/annaandblue"&gt;Anna and Blue Paperie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-a5bWx-8n56c/TfEXaQJet4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/OecGA6vn4-g/s1600/birthday%2Bparty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5bWx-8n56c/TfEXaQJet4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/OecGA6vn4-g/s400/birthday%2Bparty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295950086485890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Reagan's cupcake shirt and I love it. I couldn't help, but include a picture of bro and sis as he gives her a "hug."&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/-MroI-LMec0w/TfEXaLLX1aI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BkjgMFWsrFo/s1600/birthday%2Bparty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MroI-LMec0w/TfEXaLLX1aI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BkjgMFWsrFo/s400/birthday%2Bparty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295948752246178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Reagan had a pony at her party. And no, she did not ride it. But I knew there would be older kids that might enjoy it and my aunt and uncle own horses, so they were sweet enough to bring Stubby down for the party. I can't thank the Cleek's enough for the horses. It was such a fun treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWNKU0moDAM/TfEXZKTt7cI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7w2oncoX5bw/s1600/birthday%2Bparty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWNKU0moDAM/TfEXZKTt7cI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7w2oncoX5bw/s400/birthday%2Bparty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295931338943938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a collage of some of my favorite moments from the party.  The best investment of the day was having a photographer there to capture all these moments. I did not take one.single.picture. I loved being able to enjoy the day and celebrate my sweet girl. Thank you, Paula from &lt;a href="http://www.yourstorytellerphotography.com/site/#/home/"&gt;Storyteller Photography&lt;/a&gt; for capturing ALL of these moments. I will never forget a single detail of the day- thanks to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9g2RsTk-fY/TfEXYV4tl_I/AAAAAAAAAww/5S5r07TzuUI/s1600/birthday%2Bparty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9g2RsTk-fY/TfEXYV4tl_I/AAAAAAAAAww/5S5r07TzuUI/s400/birthday%2Bparty4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295917267032050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures from the day. I love seeing the difference in their heights. I forgot to take off Reagan's skirt while she ate her cupcake so she is just in her bloomers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNQ0yDwkKXg/TfEXX7dxkZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/686m-1bvIgA/s1600/IMG_6449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNQ0yDwkKXg/TfEXX7dxkZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/686m-1bvIgA/s400/IMG_6449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295910174724498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of these amazing pictures are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.yourstorytellerphotography.com/site/#/home/"&gt;Storyteller Photography&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, if you are in middle TN (Winchester area) USE HER! She was great.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday, Reagan. I hope you had as much fun enjoying the day as I had planning it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-170460651779493242?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/170460651779493242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/reagans-birthday-all-details.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/170460651779493242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/170460651779493242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/reagans-birthday-all-details.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Birthday- All the Details'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gfPdDuXLZk/TfEXjY-I_mI/AAAAAAAAAxY/T9WbBLii7LA/s72-c/reagan-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6490938963204886570</id><published>2011-06-08T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:45:28.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, Jax</title><content type='html'>One of the many great things about moving back down South is being able to share special milestones with some truly amazing friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LeAnn&lt;/span&gt; and I met in the fall of 1998 and she has been an dear friend since then. I feel blessed to have her friendship in my life and I am happy that we are now less than a two hour drive away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we celebrated her baby boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax's&lt;/span&gt;, first birthday. I missed Kaitlyn's because I was traveling for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADPI&lt;/span&gt;, and Noah's because we lived in Seattle, so I was not going to miss this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/-QCyaLzvMwkY/Te_C21XuFSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iD2y4pUKBhg/s1600/DSC_5386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCyaLzvMwkY/Te_C21XuFSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iD2y4pUKBhg/s320/DSC_5386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921507649590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Boy!&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/-VeHrE8H8u7E/Te_CvfA1w0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZqU1Mp3Apdc/s1600/DSC_5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VeHrE8H8u7E/Te_CvfA1w0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZqU1Mp3Apdc/s320/DSC_5450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921381388960578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qhlV2bRTDc/Te_Cu_V_c6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/FjnTR25qGIo/s1600/DSC_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qhlV2bRTDc/Te_Cu_V_c6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/FjnTR25qGIo/s320/DSC_5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921372887741346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dFmuR0TA-g/Te_CuQ_qhtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/FhMx857bg20/s1600/DSC_5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dFmuR0TA-g/Te_CuQ_qhtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/FhMx857bg20/s320/DSC_5495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921360446064338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le and Reagan.&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/-JFn3VOyt97A/Te_Ct0OfeWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KWItbnt1c_E/s1600/DSC_5326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFn3VOyt97A/Te_Ct0OfeWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KWItbnt1c_E/s320/DSC_5326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921352723626338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maretti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEBf_8d74EM/Te_Ctj-Ir8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OAIk0U1C_K4/s1600/DSC_5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEBf_8d74EM/Te_Ctj-Ir8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OAIk0U1C_K4/s320/DSC_5562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615921348360056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;! We love you and can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6490938963204886570?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6490938963204886570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-jax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6490938963204886570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6490938963204886570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-jax.html' title='happy birthday, Jax'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCyaLzvMwkY/Te_C21XuFSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iD2y4pUKBhg/s72-c/DSC_5386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3379163403903936646</id><published>2011-06-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:43:34.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles in the making</title><content type='html'>This morning we tried our first up-do with the little hair we have. I think it was a success. She reminds me of a little Pebbles Flintstone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWgiGTq5aF8/Te5U-zmZtcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QCxZlcJ3o4s/s1600/DSC_5600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWgiGTq5aF8/Te5U-zmZtcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QCxZlcJ3o4s/s400/DSC_5600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615519223357486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0FZcS6i4MA/Te5U-nel-nI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Yc3ACGc0Abw/s1600/DSC_5603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0FZcS6i4MA/Te5U-nel-nI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Yc3ACGc0Abw/s400/DSC_5603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615519220103510642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3379163403903936646?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3379163403903936646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/pebbles-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3379163403903936646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3379163403903936646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/pebbles-in-making.html' title='Pebbles in the making'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWgiGTq5aF8/Te5U-zmZtcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QCxZlcJ3o4s/s72-c/DSC_5600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3773325009670740208</id><published>2011-06-02T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:07:56.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I get to spend my days with these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr1rLb_V-lM/Teglnk47vAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZvhqNPOBUdU/s1600/DSC_5290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr1rLb_V-lM/Teglnk47vAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZvhqNPOBUdU/s320/DSC_5290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778297364921346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl0XM2fQcDI/TeglnWnY_KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o4FCdOKA8B0/s1600/DSC_5304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl0XM2fQcDI/TeglnWnY_KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o4FCdOKA8B0/s320/DSC_5304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778293533244578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that despite having Fifth's Disease- Mason is being a trooper. Hang in there buddy, you will get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-WQlczza5o/TeglnFhVaCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CZUbP1FpXmg/s1600/DSC_5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-WQlczza5o/TeglnFhVaCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CZUbP1FpXmg/s320/DSC_5318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778288944441378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aAac9ZND4w/Teglmz4pPwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qDrNPDYds84/s1600/DSC_5316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aAac9ZND4w/Teglmz4pPwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qDrNPDYds84/s320/DSC_5316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613778284210372354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3773325009670740208?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3773325009670740208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3773325009670740208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3773325009670740208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/06/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr1rLb_V-lM/Teglnk47vAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZvhqNPOBUdU/s72-c/DSC_5290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1846140596598145853</id><published>2011-05-31T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:00:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memorial day weekend</title><content type='html'>For Memorial Day we decided to take a little road trip (our first as a family of four) to Little Rock to visit our sweet friend Paige, who was visiting from Seattle. I know Little Rock isn't your typical tourist destination but we had an amazing trip. It was about a 9 hour drive so we drove 3 the first night, stopped in Nashville to spend the night at my sisters and then drove the remaining 6 the next day. On the way back we drove 3 to Hernando, MS to visit Steve's college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crile&lt;/span&gt;, spent the night in MS and then drove the remaining 6 back. The whole trip went great- especially the car rides which I was worried about. It was also great to catch up with old friends. I love when you can pick up where you left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from Mason:&lt;br /&gt;Mason- "Daddy, where we going?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy- "Little Rock."&lt;br /&gt;M- "Little Rock scares me. Let's go to Big Rock."&lt;br /&gt;D- "Little Rock is not scary and where is Big Rock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason on the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mason- "Mommy where we staying?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "a hotel"&lt;br /&gt;Mason- (he sees the hotel) "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oooohhh&lt;/span&gt;, a big house. I like the big house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mastered the eta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vator&lt;/span&gt; (elevator) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fran&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leen&lt;/span&gt; (trampoline)&lt;br /&gt;Reagan experienced some firsts on this trip as well. her first night in a hotel. her first time in a pool. her first time facing forward in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Reagan snuggling in the hotel.&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/-n0qDxn6geho/TeWNK4PRphI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hs_D5IBwSG0/s1600/hotel%2Bsnuggle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0qDxn6geho/TeWNK4PRphI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hs_D5IBwSG0/s320/hotel%2Bsnuggle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047728621856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason working on his airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBU1Wv2hB6E/TeWNGoo8JMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SbLR9zh1-Eg/s1600/hammering.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBU1Wv2hB6E/TeWNGoo8JMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SbLR9zh1-Eg/s320/hammering.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047655715054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason checking out his final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0KkMaio22E/TeWNGuD7v4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/o__9mZEHuZo/s1600/airplane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0KkMaio22E/TeWNGuD7v4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/o__9mZEHuZo/s320/airplane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047657170452354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will and Mason showing off their planes and certificates.&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/-V07_aek0fo0/TeWNGcruonI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PB1hG8mtxeA/s1600/lowes%2Bboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V07_aek0fo0/TeWNGcruonI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PB1hG8mtxeA/s320/lowes%2Bboys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047652505526898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Mason on a playground.&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/-K2ngoA-jjmA/TeWNGGLD2_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/eGsDbA-IHi4/s1600/will%2Bmason%2Bplay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2ngoA-jjmA/TeWNGGLD2_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/eGsDbA-IHi4/s320/will%2Bmason%2Bplay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047646462925810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Dad riding the fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HWBF48Z1e0/TeWNGCJ4QnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nhrAbThZPUQ/s1600/dad%2Bmason%2Bplay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HWBF48Z1e0/TeWNGCJ4QnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nhrAbThZPUQ/s320/dad%2Bmason%2Bplay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047645384229490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan sporting my shades at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbaFfjDY_UQ/TeWM4CHu4jI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uoM4INC_CyY/s1600/sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbaFfjDY_UQ/TeWM4CHu4jI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uoM4INC_CyY/s320/sunglasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047404857057842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan and Dad hanging out in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bt4iPvrsa8A/TeWM4HdtWUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4-qIkJjteIY/s1600/reagan%2Bswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bt4iPvrsa8A/TeWM4HdtWUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4-qIkJjteIY/s320/reagan%2Bswim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047406291409218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason enjoying the water.&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/-3VnWqzrAYPU/TeWM3zLf3mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZkMLDvm2YP4/s1600/mason%2Bswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VnWqzrAYPU/TeWM3zLf3mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZkMLDvm2YP4/s320/mason%2Bswim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047400846319202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason, Cameron, and Wesley riding in the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwSRuSng2pA/TeWM3yEdzCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2sX2fKdP2io/s1600/crisler%2Bboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwSRuSng2pA/TeWM3yEdzCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2sX2fKdP2io/s320/crisler%2Bboys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047400548387874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason and Wesley in the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhalshBsZGI/TeWM3r9TH8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CWqzc2rdMKA/s1600/trampoline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhalshBsZGI/TeWM3r9TH8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CWqzc2rdMKA/s320/trampoline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613047398907715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great trip and I look forward to our next road trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1846140596598145853?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1846140596598145853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1846140596598145853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1846140596598145853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='memorial day weekend'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0qDxn6geho/TeWNK4PRphI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hs_D5IBwSG0/s72-c/hotel%2Bsnuggle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7042061577746348764</id><published>2011-05-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:42:38.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FireStation 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ9pJaXi3c8/TdQCUcXl-sI/AAAAAAAAASg/U5WwRG4e7hE/s1600/DSC_4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ9pJaXi3c8/TdQCUcXl-sI/AAAAAAAAASg/U5WwRG4e7hE/s320/DSC_4819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109986218900162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our playgroup went to the local fire station for a tour. Here are some of the highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs9bItBmxvo/TdQCT-vRd3I/AAAAAAAAASY/MlJAZ2baPPk/s1600/DSC_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs9bItBmxvo/TdQCT-vRd3I/AAAAAAAAASY/MlJAZ2baPPk/s320/DSC_4825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109978265155442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-653Hh220O2c/TdQCT7eL5KI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JLCcOdGaWEM/s1600/DSC_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-653Hh220O2c/TdQCT7eL5KI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JLCcOdGaWEM/s320/DSC_4835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109977388180642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFn1L2m2E1E/TdQCMIOuZBI/AAAAAAAAASI/x6Zk3T9sGZc/s1600/DSC_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFn1L2m2E1E/TdQCMIOuZBI/AAAAAAAAASI/x6Zk3T9sGZc/s320/DSC_4838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109843374040082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orPuwKPGcrk/TdQCL3a1DfI/AAAAAAAAASA/0RHki8JztVc/s1600/DSC_4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orPuwKPGcrk/TdQCL3a1DfI/AAAAAAAAASA/0RHki8JztVc/s320/DSC_4824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109838861405682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4MsztYr3I4/TdQCL0c370I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YBtCRCMLF8k/s1600/DSC_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4MsztYr3I4/TdQCL0c370I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YBtCRCMLF8k/s320/DSC_4862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109838064676674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zi_Xq5iwbE/TdQCLTzg3SI/AAAAAAAAARw/otpV6A7yNJM/s1600/DSC_4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zi_Xq5iwbE/TdQCLTzg3SI/AAAAAAAAARw/otpV6A7yNJM/s320/DSC_4850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109829301263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12_1xF9ptKM/TdQCLY0cz8I/AAAAAAAAARo/CNEHQXuzn5Y/s1600/DSC_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12_1xF9ptKM/TdQCLY0cz8I/AAAAAAAAARo/CNEHQXuzn5Y/s320/DSC_4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608109830647369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason was very excited to see the trucks and tour the fire station. He didn't want to sit in the truck but was interested in the hoses and tools that the fireman showed us.&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be a tour every year! I love Reagan sporting the flower headband and fire hat. She is very stylish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7042061577746348764?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7042061577746348764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/firestation-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7042061577746348764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7042061577746348764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/firestation-41.html' title='FireStation 41'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ9pJaXi3c8/TdQCUcXl-sI/AAAAAAAAASg/U5WwRG4e7hE/s72-c/DSC_4819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-9038879658951115694</id><published>2011-05-14T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:38:45.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unpretty Side of Parenting</title><content type='html'>This post is mainly for me. But I thought I would share because I think we all may have these moments from time to time. Becoming a mom has been the biggest blessing I could ever be given. I love my kiddos, I love the ways in which they teach me new things, I love that I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;court side&lt;/span&gt; seats to see every new discovery- the first steps, the first words, everything. I get to witness it all. I also am very blessed that I get to be a stay at home mom. I am very thankful to have these early years with my kids. But you know, I sometimes miss being able to "leave work" after 5pm. It seems lately I have become a jungle gym- I am crawled on, scrunched, pulled, and tugged. Today, unfortunately I had enough and I have to admit I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's okay to say that. Mason was continually testing his boundaries and in the words of C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dortch&lt;/span&gt;, "tonight, we had a come to Jesus meeting." And afterward, the guilt sunk in. You all know the guilt- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dready&lt;/span&gt; mommy guilt. For some reason women feel like we have to be perfect. As mothers, we try to keep everything in order, know everything, plan everything, take care of every little detail and when we fall short of our expectations, we beat ourselves up. And I started to do that tonight, but then I began to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect. I am and will forever be an imperfect being. And I am okay with that, because all I can give is my all. And some days my all may be better than others. And today was one of those days. I know that without a doubt my kids know I love them and if I can teach them that it's okay to have an off day, then they will be better beings for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let go of the guilt. And I moved on. just like Mason did. Tonight, when I laid him down to go to bed, he asked me to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snunnle&lt;/span&gt; him" (his word for snuggle) and after I put my arm around him, he threw his around me and said "I love you, mommy." Totally unprompted. So I guess when you let go of your own feelings of inadequacy, you find the pretty side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unpretty&lt;/span&gt; side of parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave you without pictures of my sweet loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ApC23YQ3dQ/Tc8tzDwFlJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9ZVrShpWAw/s1600/tongue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ApC23YQ3dQ/Tc8tzDwFlJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9ZVrShpWAw/s320/tongue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606750416303133842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz3TfYHx_S4/Tc8tzSkVa2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/h-HwmvbbPqw/s1600/water%2Bplants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz3TfYHx_S4/Tc8tzSkVa2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/h-HwmvbbPqw/s320/water%2Bplants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606750420280372066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-9038879658951115694?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/9038879658951115694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/unpretty-side-of-parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/9038879658951115694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/9038879658951115694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/unpretty-side-of-parenting.html' title='The Unpretty Side of Parenting'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01725306893405757450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ApC23YQ3dQ/Tc8tzDwFlJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9ZVrShpWAw/s72-c/tongue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-8117560046083177837</id><published>2011-05-11T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:25:24.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool is OPEN</title><content type='html'>Of course it is the kiddie pool in our backyard, but it is 80 degrees so Mason, Reagan, and I busted it out Tuesday afternoon. I think the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihawDUL_Ul8/Tcs8DOuEr4I/AAAAAAAAARY/NqesUqGf-Vk/s1600/DSC_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihawDUL_Ul8/Tcs8DOuEr4I/AAAAAAAAARY/NqesUqGf-Vk/s320/DSC_4730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640187381329794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4cFlPWgi5A/Tcs8Cy12OpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gzw15orsbVs/s1600/DSC_4718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4cFlPWgi5A/Tcs8Cy12OpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gzw15orsbVs/s320/DSC_4718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640179897744018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlCCfpoBPq0/Tcs8Cu6cr6I/AAAAAAAAARI/smMuusNjj_o/s1600/DSC_4714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlCCfpoBPq0/Tcs8Cu6cr6I/AAAAAAAAARI/smMuusNjj_o/s320/DSC_4714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640178843299746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hte58DM3sb8/Tcs8CtFm-xI/AAAAAAAAARA/JAJQzYa_nwg/s1600/DSC_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hte58DM3sb8/Tcs8CtFm-xI/AAAAAAAAARA/JAJQzYa_nwg/s320/DSC_4699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640178353240850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgVYgmfzVwk/Tcs8CeiaBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xwElLvlKKBk/s1600/DSC_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgVYgmfzVwk/Tcs8CeiaBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xwElLvlKKBk/s320/DSC_4692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640174447494178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the ruffle bottom on her bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKPzSUiKdv8/Tcs8OdZME4I/AAAAAAAAARg/KFWnftgsQdw/s1600/DSC_4720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKPzSUiKdv8/Tcs8OdZME4I/AAAAAAAAARg/KFWnftgsQdw/s320/DSC_4720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640380298826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome Summer 2011- can't wait to see what adventures you hold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-8117560046083177837?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/8117560046083177837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/pool-is-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8117560046083177837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/8117560046083177837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/pool-is-open.html' title='The Pool is OPEN'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihawDUL_Ul8/Tcs8DOuEr4I/AAAAAAAAARY/NqesUqGf-Vk/s72-c/DSC_4730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2673763043469626824</id><published>2011-05-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:25:24.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbleride Express</title><content type='html'>On Monday we had a play date with our friends, Amy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; at the mall. We rode the train, played in the play area, and ate lunch. Now that Reagan is moving- pictures are getting a bit more difficult- ALL she wants to do is move. Of course, Mason was distracted by the train. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJPkPih_P0c/Tcs5Ro6p1AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dA1jQBt6QV0/s1600/DSC_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJPkPih_P0c/Tcs5Ro6p1AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dA1jQBt6QV0/s320/DSC_4650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605637136396702722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let him choose which car we rode in. He chose the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqiJdMN-IX0/Tcs5Rb6eMcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/d49nGpZAWTQ/s1600/DSC_4654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqiJdMN-IX0/Tcs5Rb6eMcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/d49nGpZAWTQ/s320/DSC_4654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605637132906279362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; rode in the red caboose. She is the sweetest little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnJwr04JctA/Tcs5RO3hslI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bENCa96PqwM/s1600/DSC_4657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnJwr04JctA/Tcs5RO3hslI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bENCa96PqwM/s320/DSC_4657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605637129404265042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan stood in the car the entire ride. She was really excited and loved watching all the stores go by. I think she was window shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLhPvo1eFOk/Tcs5Q-v0D7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/opICrWkjXbw/s1600/DSC_4663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLhPvo1eFOk/Tcs5Q-v0D7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/opICrWkjXbw/s320/DSC_4663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605637125076946866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The train MADE Mason's day. It was all the talked about. Totally worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WjKnXu78wo/Tcs5QrZ4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W-Fu1dGG1jk/s1600/DSC_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WjKnXu78wo/Tcs5QrZ4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W-Fu1dGG1jk/s320/DSC_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605637119884682850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2673763043469626824?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2673763043469626824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-monday-we-had-play-date-with-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2673763043469626824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2673763043469626824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-monday-we-had-play-date-with-our.html' title='Bumbleride Express'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJPkPih_P0c/Tcs5Ro6p1AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dA1jQBt6QV0/s72-c/DSC_4650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7375608880858581361</id><published>2011-05-11T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:25:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Saturday we went to Chattanooga to celebrate Mother's Day with Steve's mom and grandma. We had a great lunch and then headed to the park for some playtime with the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK9UsiTEyg/Tcs1AF-QP2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ahstd5r_1oI/s1600/DSC_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605632436912275298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK9UsiTEyg/Tcs1AF-QP2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ahstd5r_1oI/s320/DSC_4547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnNqVjQhs4k/Tcs1ANObcJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EBAKkqHBc4M/s1600/DSC_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605632438859165842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnNqVjQhs4k/Tcs1ANObcJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EBAKkqHBc4M/s320/DSC_4555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mD9UFDCse8/Tcs0_iAW5sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XKLVzCiTEYQ/s1600/DSC_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605632427257423554" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mD9UFDCse8/Tcs0_iAW5sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XKLVzCiTEYQ/s320/DSC_4537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, it was just us. And I got to spend the day doing what I wanted, so I mowed the lawn. I love to mow- I know my neighbors think I am crazy but it is a stress reliever for me. So I mowed. Then we headed out for lunch and came home to set up the water table and spend the afternoon hanging with our kiddos. Perfect. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBBxz4PAa0s/Tcs4jOSlmjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b4S14p0DN38/s1600/bw%2Bmrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBBxz4PAa0s/Tcs4jOSlmjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b4S14p0DN38/s320/bw%2Bmrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605636338975349298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7375608880858581361?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7375608880858581361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7375608880858581361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7375608880858581361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371096739260932505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jt483IX-CY/TxjHRxM4nNI/AAAAAAAABqA/CdsXq6VW6mM/s220/1125-13411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK9UsiTEyg/Tcs1AF-QP2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ahstd5r_1oI/s72-c/DSC_4547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4958599267135499138</id><published>2011-05-05T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:28:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mother's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>It has been quite the week already. Reagan had her one year shots on  Monday and had a rash by Tuesday. Yesterday she started cutting a tooth  and today we spent quite a bit of time at the Drivers License office. So  to say I am ready for the weekend and Mother's Day is an  understatement. I knew Mason was making something at MDO for Mother's  Day (it was on the calendar). They started working on it Tuesday and  when I picked him up that day I jokingly asked him what it was and he  said "I can't tell you mommy." Honestly, I forgot about it until we  walked into his classroom this afternoon to pick him up and he said,  "Mommy, look at the flowers for you."&lt;br /&gt;My entire week just changed. My  spirits were uplifted and I was reminded to let go of the little things  and remember that I wouldn't be a mom if it weren't for my two sweet  kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_NoMuO7WZU/TcM_0-gTNiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dzFxkVoLSM8/s1600/DSC_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_NoMuO7WZU/TcM_0-gTNiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dzFxkVoLSM8/s320/DSC_4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392540743251490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WA2k07QgEk/TcM_0iWRBYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8kjuXL3rMF8/s1600/DSC_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WA2k07QgEk/TcM_0iWRBYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8kjuXL3rMF8/s320/DSC_4433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392533184972162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4wOP1cwX60/TcM_0ikuTOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/htfNpYXLrL0/s1600/DSC_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4wOP1cwX60/TcM_0ikuTOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/htfNpYXLrL0/s320/DSC_4429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392533245611234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbElItFhviQ/TcM_1TUskZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RFjtU8aW05g/s1600/DSC_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbElItFhviQ/TcM_1TUskZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RFjtU8aW05g/s320/DSC_4438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392546331726226" border="0" /&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/669510995762318221-4958599267135499138?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4958599267135499138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/early-mothers-day-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4958599267135499138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4958599267135499138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/early-mothers-day-gift.html' title='Early Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_NoMuO7WZU/TcM_0-gTNiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dzFxkVoLSM8/s72-c/DSC_4436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5899654060508775479</id><published>2011-05-04T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:57:16.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday- tunnel edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjnocvr_nmQ/TcH12ensBUI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Lzz_r73ulII/s1600/DSC_4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjnocvr_nmQ/TcH12ensBUI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Lzz_r73ulII/s320/DSC_4404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603029727706875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TgiaMomsi0/TcH11-Es_nI/AAAAAAAAGPw/kM4hGR9vU-w/s1600/DSC_4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TgiaMomsi0/TcH11-Es_nI/AAAAAAAAGPw/kM4hGR9vU-w/s320/DSC_4399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603029718970203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irKDvdMXaaE/TcH114SfRsI/AAAAAAAAGPo/O7-tK6PWx0E/s1600/DSC_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irKDvdMXaaE/TcH114SfRsI/AAAAAAAAGPo/O7-tK6PWx0E/s320/DSC_4384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603029717417412290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-bIPKmysR0/TcH11oAPfWI/AAAAAAAAGPg/xdMeOm8PP7k/s1600/DSC_4368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-bIPKmysR0/TcH11oAPfWI/AAAAAAAAGPg/xdMeOm8PP7k/s320/DSC_4368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603029713045912930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5899654060508775479?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5899654060508775479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday-tunnel-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5899654060508775479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5899654060508775479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday-tunnel-edition.html' title='Wordless Wednesday- tunnel edition'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjnocvr_nmQ/TcH12ensBUI/AAAAAAAAGP4/Lzz_r73ulII/s72-c/DSC_4404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4379920308390219595</id><published>2011-04-26T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:14:35.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Tea</title><content type='html'>Reagan got a tea set for her birthday and today, Mason and Reagan took time from their busy play schedule to enjoy a moment together and a sip of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason pouring a cup of tea for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dx4fgFbRkeY/Tbd7SyIlZmI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/uGK-LnULWKc/s1600/DSC_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dx4fgFbRkeY/Tbd7SyIlZmI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/uGK-LnULWKc/s320/DSC_4195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600080224284141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must have been good- he had quite a few cups!&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/-NEODFaOvvIw/Tbd6y-lxShI/AAAAAAAAGOA/KwIz13Qxg2c/s1600/DSC_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEODFaOvvIw/Tbd6y-lxShI/AAAAAAAAGOA/KwIz13Qxg2c/s320/DSC_4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600079677871966738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan enjoying a cup as well.&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/-3WPhukXmfkk/Tbd6yv6HwlI/AAAAAAAAGN4/KwDSm5FMpOk/s1600/DSC_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WPhukXmfkk/Tbd6yv6HwlI/AAAAAAAAGN4/KwDSm5FMpOk/s320/DSC_4202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600079673930793554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason didn't think she drank enough so he insisted she have another glass.&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/-svhw2iImdcE/Tbd6yskoLtI/AAAAAAAAGNw/B6v2p32w7ow/s1600/DSC_4210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svhw2iImdcE/Tbd6yskoLtI/AAAAAAAAGNw/B6v2p32w7ow/s320/DSC_4210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600079673035337426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe she thinks his cup is better.,&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/-vGB7t7l8v2M/Tbd6yH8Y_yI/AAAAAAAAGNo/YohF1cyLQcY/s1600/DSC_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGB7t7l8v2M/Tbd6yH8Y_yI/AAAAAAAAGNo/YohF1cyLQcY/s320/DSC_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600079663202893602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is no better way to end a tea party than a hug.&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/-LgWUWUUgQjw/Tbd6xwFL29I/AAAAAAAAGNg/wJqk5GGycTs/s1600/DSC_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LgWUWUUgQjw/Tbd6xwFL29I/AAAAAAAAGNg/wJqk5GGycTs/s320/DSC_4222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600079656797330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoy a cup with someone you love.&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/669510995762318221-4379920308390219595?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4379920308390219595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-for-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4379920308390219595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4379920308390219595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-for-tea.html' title='Time for Tea'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dx4fgFbRkeY/Tbd7SyIlZmI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/uGK-LnULWKc/s72-c/DSC_4195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3347904057109056981</id><published>2011-04-26T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:36:32.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a great first Easter as a family of four (and our last weekend  before Reagan officially turns ONE!) We spent the weekend at my parents,  where we celebrated Reagan's birthday (that is another post once I get  the pics back), celebrated my cousin, Kristen, coming into the Catholic  Church and Sunday, celebrated Easter. A.LOT of celebrating, a lot of  laughter, family, food and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I made Reagan's dress so I was excited  to see her in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijGUO8z3TUU/Tbdxpe4vkQI/AAAAAAAAGNY/P74iOJ9J1cY/s1600/DSC_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijGUO8z3TUU/Tbdxpe4vkQI/AAAAAAAAGNY/P74iOJ9J1cY/s320/DSC_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069619138138370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing secrets with cousin, Maggie.&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/-ZldCnHICH_E/TbdxYm7z_WI/AAAAAAAAGNI/zFWRucS59Wo/s1600/DSC_4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZldCnHICH_E/TbdxYm7z_WI/AAAAAAAAGNI/zFWRucS59Wo/s320/DSC_4103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069329240718690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying girl time.&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/-EPlTTINkZgA/TbdxOacxAVI/AAAAAAAAGNA/FvkQlHjq_S8/s1600/DSC_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPlTTINkZgA/TbdxOacxAVI/AAAAAAAAGNA/FvkQlHjq_S8/s320/DSC_4105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069154090582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our precious kiddos. I couldn't love anyone more. (plus they were both in seersucker. LOVE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVaHIs28gLg/TbdxOEL4XKI/AAAAAAAAGM4/kCjI5JXEwQ8/s1600/DSC_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVaHIs28gLg/TbdxOEL4XKI/AAAAAAAAGM4/kCjI5JXEwQ8/s320/DSC_4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069148114181282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DErFTS3QnLw/TbdxN1fbNyI/AAAAAAAAGMw/hPo7RayptDI/s1600/DSC_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DErFTS3QnLw/TbdxN1fbNyI/AAAAAAAAGMw/hPo7RayptDI/s320/DSC_4146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069144169625378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She melts my heart. &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/-OhZHt8Ng68M/TbdxNcjQIAI/AAAAAAAAGMo/J263WwYUg3c/s1600/DSC_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhZHt8Ng68M/TbdxNcjQIAI/AAAAAAAAGMo/J263WwYUg3c/s320/DSC_4150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069137474789378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who knows "me," knows I love shoes. I am starting Reagan early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjZxEN3ui5k/TbdxNBTIerI/AAAAAAAAGMg/TGB5t_Rh1k4/s1600/DSC_4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjZxEN3ui5k/TbdxNBTIerI/AAAAAAAAGMg/TGB5t_Rh1k4/s320/DSC_4156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600069130159422130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3347904057109056981?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3347904057109056981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3347904057109056981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3347904057109056981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijGUO8z3TUU/Tbdxpe4vkQI/AAAAAAAAGNY/P74iOJ9J1cY/s72-c/DSC_4090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-4466632790796442273</id><published>2011-04-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:52:12.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>Today we braved the wind and cold (yes it was 62 after a week of 70s and above) to attend our first Egg Hunt of the season. Mason has been practicing for weeks, and he was ready for the real deal. He had a blast and we ran around gathering eggs. In true Mason fashion after about a dozen eggs he said "that's enough, mommy" So we collected two more for Reagan (who was hunting with dad) and went to join her and Steve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are after the hunt was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtkLiX-Hck/TapFsHvlgMI/AAAAAAAAGGA/7UlTNyTk1LI/s1600/cold%2Begg%2Bhuntin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtkLiX-Hck/TapFsHvlgMI/AAAAAAAAGGA/7UlTNyTk1LI/s320/cold%2Begg%2Bhuntin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362111256461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan at her first egg hunt!&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited to pick one up and put it in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuIUNnjiXCM/TapFsdXeUMI/AAAAAAAAGGI/LEdGjNcuY5A/s1600/reagan%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bhunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuIUNnjiXCM/TapFsdXeUMI/AAAAAAAAGGI/LEdGjNcuY5A/s320/reagan%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bhunt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362117060907202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had these cute matching shirts but it was so cold you couldn't see them&lt;br /&gt; so we took off the sweaters for one picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwiFkhibxEI/TapFsjMccXI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vX15kxcRWc8/s1600/egg%2Bhuntin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwiFkhibxEI/TapFsjMccXI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vX15kxcRWc8/s320/egg%2Bhuntin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362118625259890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/669510995762318221-4466632790796442273?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/4466632790796442273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4466632790796442273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/4466632790796442273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-hunt.html' title='Egg Hunt'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtkLiX-Hck/TapFsHvlgMI/AAAAAAAAGGA/7UlTNyTk1LI/s72-c/cold%2Begg%2Bhuntin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-883957987859640005</id><published>2011-04-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:04:45.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet love</title><content type='html'>Reagan turns 1 two weeks from today. I can't believe how fast the time has flown bye and I wouldn't change a minute of it for the world. One question I often get when out with them by myself is "how far apart are they?" When I answer 21 months (which I don't think is too awfully close) I often get a "wow. how do you do it?" or "you must stay busy." And yes we do stay busy, but we chose 21 months on purpose. We wanted them to be close enough in age that they could play together, be friends, and have some common interests, etc. I won't say it has been a walk in the park. There have been rough times, tough times, and times I thought I was crazy. But one thing makes it all worth it...and that is seeing the sweet love they have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylj8pNrQ_TY/TaeZGI4UDbI/AAAAAAAAGFI/ROrYLcy45FY/s1600/DSC_3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylj8pNrQ_TY/TaeZGI4UDbI/AAAAAAAAGFI/ROrYLcy45FY/s320/DSC_3490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595609392773074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan adores Mason. I mean ADORES him. For months she has watched him run around, play, and bring her toys and know that she is moving she is determined to keep up with him. Tonight in the bath tub, I even saw her get a toy from him without him noticing a feet even I have not mastered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmTdcWDUVeM/TaeZGPRTXYI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/raZtww25G9E/s1600/DSC_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmTdcWDUVeM/TaeZGPRTXYI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/raZtww25G9E/s320/DSC_3407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595609394488499586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mason, well he has loved her from the very beginning. His "Ra," and now his "Reagan Marlowe." He tries to calm her tears when she is upset, he gives her goldfish when she is hungry, and he "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snunnles&lt;/span&gt;" her to show his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c3_tDSKHUA/TaeZGhFMwdI/AAAAAAAAGFg/h9RSbaOtJu8/s1600/MR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c3_tDSKHUA/TaeZGhFMwdI/AAAAAAAAGFg/h9RSbaOtJu8/s320/MR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595609399269573074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily I am reminded that although having 2 under 2 was hard it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;My cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UTg80XW-8s/TaeZGbLFA-I/AAAAAAAAGFY/nQjKfNNXyOM/s1600/DSC_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UTg80XW-8s/TaeZGbLFA-I/AAAAAAAAGFY/nQjKfNNXyOM/s320/DSC_3346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595609397683618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-883957987859640005?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/883957987859640005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/883957987859640005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/883957987859640005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet love'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylj8pNrQ_TY/TaeZGI4UDbI/AAAAAAAAGFI/ROrYLcy45FY/s72-c/DSC_3490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-483281543270508240</id><published>2011-04-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:52:40.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, April 3rd, Reagan took her first steps. I can't believe how fast she is growing up. She was so excited to finally get her feet to do what she wanted them to do, and I was even more excited that we were ALL their to witness her new talent!  She still uses crawling as her preferred method to get around but every chance she gets, she stands up and puts one foot in front of another. I love getting to see her determination and watching her personality bloom. It truly is an amazing time in our house!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we took Mason to get a haircut this week and I was worried. Haircuts have not gone well in the past- apparently to Mason, haircuts are a form of torture. There are screams and tears and although he doesn't move and we get the hair cut, it isn't a pretty process. Well, we went to Great Clips and Yvonne has the magic touch! Mason sat in Steve's lap, no tears, no screams, there was even a giggle and the result, a great haircut and a happy boy (and mom and dad too)! I can't believe how different he looks with his new hair cut.  We love it and will be visiting Yvonne again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The week itself though was a bit rough. Mason got sick Monday night and he is not a good patient. Poor guy was running a fever, lethargic and wouldn't eat. By Thursday he was better but we stayed home from school- just to make sure. By Friday- the wild man was back! Happy to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Mason I know and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVy8hoy-V6U/TaJeEaKyDSI/AAAAAAAAGEw/t_xbGCE9RI4/s1600/DSC_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVy8hoy-V6U/TaJeEaKyDSI/AAAAAAAAGEw/t_xbGCE9RI4/s320/DSC_3275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594137116984610082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan taking a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agGdkrvjFjA/TaJeEpAq37I/AAAAAAAAGE4/6lwaLDalhUQ/s1600/DSC_3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agGdkrvjFjA/TaJeEpAq37I/AAAAAAAAGE4/6lwaLDalhUQ/s320/DSC_3303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594137120968728498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. I love seeing their relationship grow. And I love them holding hands. Mason is just as excited for Reagan to walk as we are. And he is willing to help her. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWY3M0DlJWo/TaJeETVzDxI/AAAAAAAAGEo/Ca4eIaatip4/s1600/M%2526R%2Bhands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWY3M0DlJWo/TaJeETVzDxI/AAAAAAAAGEo/Ca4eIaatip4/s320/M%2526R%2Bhands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594137115151765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-483281543270508240?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/483281543270508240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/483281543270508240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/483281543270508240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-week.html' title='What A Week'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVy8hoy-V6U/TaJeEaKyDSI/AAAAAAAAGEw/t_xbGCE9RI4/s72-c/DSC_3275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2728857792012174263</id><published>2011-03-31T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:33:43.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe time for a haircut</title><content type='html'>Today, Mason found a bobbypin and asked me what it was for so I told him you put it in your hair. And he said to put it in his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvpMdAaShk/TZUcwgscF9I/AAAAAAAAGDY/54XGmdK4ycw/s1600/DSC_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvpMdAaShk/TZUcwgscF9I/AAAAAAAAGDY/54XGmdK4ycw/s320/DSC_3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590406132185962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. is this a sign we need to cut it? You can actually see his forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hB7ElTC8BWQ/TZUcwlfqOwI/AAAAAAAAGDg/5zutlHuY8Gg/s1600/DSC_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hB7ElTC8BWQ/TZUcwlfqOwI/AAAAAAAAGDg/5zutlHuY8Gg/s320/DSC_3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590406133474540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, Miss Reagan. You know she'll be ONE in less than a month. My sweet baby girl is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpKW1huyQbo/TZUcxuuYeKI/AAAAAAAAGDo/6q63cmF38jM/s1600/DSC_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpKW1huyQbo/TZUcxuuYeKI/AAAAAAAAGDo/6q63cmF38jM/s320/DSC_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590406153132079266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2728857792012174263?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2728857792012174263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-time-for-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2728857792012174263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2728857792012174263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-time-for-haircut.html' title='Maybe time for a haircut'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvpMdAaShk/TZUcwgscF9I/AAAAAAAAGDY/54XGmdK4ycw/s72-c/DSC_3244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1949901199322180687</id><published>2011-03-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:30:02.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Cake Bake</title><content type='html'>Saturday the Knox County Imagination Library hosted The Great Cake Bake. The event was open to beginner cake bakers to the pros. We decided it would be a fun event to take the kids too, since it supported the imagination library and we knew many of the cakes would probably be children book themed. Plus it promised cake samples and kid crafts, so we were in! It opened at noon and we arrived at 12:30 and am I glad we did- when we left at 2pm there was a long line to get in. Another added bonus was that it took place at Neyland Stadium- the stadium for the UT Vols(for my non Tennessee readers). This was both Mason and Reagan's first visit to an SEC stadium- although I have to say the first of many- we plan to take them to some of our favorites through the years.&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed with all the cakes. It is amazing what people can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of our favorites. (you can click on the pics to see them bigger I just didn't want to make the post too long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10deaYXZc5g/TY_Ul7ZbHYI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/tP3yqpLsjQI/s1600/turtle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10deaYXZc5g/TY_Ul7ZbHYI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/tP3yqpLsjQI/s200/turtle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919410654649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A train with books (one of Mase's favs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmPcL3JH3L8/TY_UlpW7e5I/AAAAAAAAGCI/w7VFD8wi9r8/s1600/train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hmPcL3JH3L8/TY_UlpW7e5I/AAAAAAAAGCI/w7VFD8wi9r8/s200/train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919405812349842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZUBDhCaGKc/TY_UlvoBh3I/AAAAAAAAGCA/FWqjPdR_5uE/s1600/sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZUBDhCaGKc/TY_UlvoBh3I/AAAAAAAAGCA/FWqjPdR_5uE/s200/sushi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919407494662002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey and dots (my fav!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyPTnTruuy8/TY_USAncPbI/AAAAAAAAGB4/-g91clRXS1Y/s1600/monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyPTnTruuy8/TY_USAncPbI/AAAAAAAAGB4/-g91clRXS1Y/s200/monkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919068458237362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cat in the hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3dVdV_b3AQ/TY_UR5kw4YI/AAAAAAAAGBw/ar6gOqhisBk/s1600/hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3dVdV_b3AQ/TY_UR5kw4YI/AAAAAAAAGBw/ar6gOqhisBk/s200/hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919066567958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ra6x0xAIw/TY_URkS_O3I/AAAAAAAAGBo/iuQSfUaQbZ8/s1600/gnome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ra6x0xAIw/TY_URkS_O3I/AAAAAAAAGBo/iuQSfUaQbZ8/s200/gnome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919060856257394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Giving Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqXVrjGp8ic/TY_URSB8U8I/AAAAAAAAGBg/6Rdj1zmg37M/s1600/giving%2Btree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqXVrjGp8ic/TY_URSB8U8I/AAAAAAAAGBg/6Rdj1zmg37M/s200/giving%2Btree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919055952925634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, Dolly herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fX_wIQKvFwY/TY_URGip3jI/AAAAAAAAGBY/Dh1QglFti2Q/s1600/doilly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fX_wIQKvFwY/TY_URGip3jI/AAAAAAAAGBY/Dh1QglFti2Q/s200/doilly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588919052868902450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we were AT the stadium, we decided to let the kids have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan and the Power T!&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/-0o81q6akQPo/TY_VkwBlupI/AAAAAAAAGCw/l6sgqX-Xm3Q/s1600/power%2Bt%2Breags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0o81q6akQPo/TY_VkwBlupI/AAAAAAAAGCw/l6sgqX-Xm3Q/s320/power%2Bt%2Breags.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588920489933650578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Dad getting a closer look.&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/-eDAP6ZsMoFY/TY_Vk23lz7I/AAAAAAAAGCo/H_9qa5DDXQ8/s1600/power%2Bt%2Bmase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDAP6ZsMoFY/TY_Vk23lz7I/AAAAAAAAGCo/H_9qa5DDXQ8/s320/power%2Bt%2Bmase.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588920491770761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason picking our seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfCycU5wONo/TY_VlIxZi1I/AAAAAAAAGC4/ttwJ80CFXX0/s1600/picking%2Bseats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfCycU5wONo/TY_VlIxZi1I/AAAAAAAAGC4/ttwJ80CFXX0/s320/picking%2Bseats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588920496576629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO VOLS (until they play UGA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1949901199322180687?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1949901199322180687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-cake-bake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1949901199322180687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1949901199322180687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-cake-bake.html' title='The Great Cake Bake'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10deaYXZc5g/TY_Ul7ZbHYI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/tP3yqpLsjQI/s72-c/turtle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1019335178085978466</id><published>2011-03-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:01:46.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Child of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r2usSKBhyc/TYvW_zEAUxI/AAAAAAAAGAI/hTyHiIlbdWc/s1600/M%2B%25287%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r2usSKBhyc/TYvW_zEAUxI/AAAAAAAAGAI/hTyHiIlbdWc/s320/M%2B%25287%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587796154210341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never do for you that which I know you can do for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wo64bDJwi8/TYvXABbmQEI/AAAAAAAAGAY/ZLP9Fgfd2Bk/s1600/DSC_7949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wo64bDJwi8/TYvXABbmQEI/AAAAAAAAGAY/ZLP9Fgfd2Bk/s320/DSC_7949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587796158067392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never rob you of an opportunity to show yourself your ability and talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGTHf0Uy6d8/TYvXAjPLuNI/AAAAAAAAGAg/e4jtvFWML5k/s1600/DSC_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGTHf0Uy6d8/TYvXAjPLuNI/AAAAAAAAGAg/e4jtvFWML5k/s320/DSC_2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587796167142127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will see you at all times as the capable, effective, powerful creator that you've come forth to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RalS2wNL8ao/TYvW_jmCStI/AAAAAAAAGAA/QDGbvesiT0s/s1600/DSC_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RalS2wNL8ao/TYvW_jmCStI/AAAAAAAAGAA/QDGbvesiT0s/s320/DSC_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587796150058109650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will stand back as your most avid cheerleading section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd7CaB2TUtk/TYvaXydBxLI/AAAAAAAAGAw/eBfy77zPdng/s1600/DSC_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd7CaB2TUtk/TYvaXydBxLI/AAAAAAAAGAw/eBfy77zPdng/s320/DSC_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587799864898602162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I will not do for you that which you have intended to do for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuvGj8Sw5Z4/TYvaXmC99tI/AAAAAAAAGAo/xhqQVtUQl_I/s1600/DSC_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuvGj8Sw5Z4/TYvaXmC99tI/AAAAAAAAGAo/xhqQVtUQl_I/s320/DSC_2894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587799861568075474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anything you need from me, ask. I'm always here to compliment or assist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIMlpKZAR4k/TYvaYNa4dyI/AAAAAAAAGA4/5-BTg2-jGGw/s1600/DSC_3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIMlpKZAR4k/TYvaYNa4dyI/AAAAAAAAGA4/5-BTg2-jGGw/s320/DSC_3088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587799872137361186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am here to encourage your growth, not to justify my experience through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DffpcKlCS1k/TYvahp-aeTI/AAAAAAAAGBA/Wa1EKsHitbs/s1600/look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DffpcKlCS1k/TYvahp-aeTI/AAAAAAAAGBA/Wa1EKsHitbs/s320/look.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587800034421406002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Esther Abraham-Hicks, American inspirational speaker and best-selling author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1019335178085978466?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1019335178085978466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/child-of-mine-i-will-never-do-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1019335178085978466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1019335178085978466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/child-of-mine-i-will-never-do-for-you.html' title='Child of Mine'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r2usSKBhyc/TYvW_zEAUxI/AAAAAAAAGAI/hTyHiIlbdWc/s72-c/M%2B%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-542747026583383247</id><published>2011-03-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:05:47.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>Every night we say our prayers with Mason and Reagan. We have been working with Mason on his sign of the cross and he finally got it. In his own way. I love it and am so happy we caught it on video to always cherish this sweet moment.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1GITLO-O09Y?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I have to add that when we start the Lord's Prayer, every time, faithfully, Reagan looks up and smiles at us. Melts.My.Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-542747026583383247?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/542747026583383247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/542747026583383247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/542747026583383247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1GITLO-O09Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7986074208186236604</id><published>2011-03-19T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:28:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day on the lake</title><content type='html'>Mason has been on spring break this past week so we spent a few days in Belvidere visiting grandparents and enjoying the awesome weather. Mason's new favorite obsession is boats and lucky for us- my parents have one. So we spent some time on the lake this week- he was in heaven. He loved seeing all the boats at the marina, learning about the boat, going slow in the "no wake" zone, going fast, driving the boat, and watching the geese. I love that he can now verbalize so much- it is amazing to hear everything he has to say! Reagan also headed to the lake with us and she enjoyed herself as well. Although I think I learned the most important lesson- don't get on a boat without extra diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan's 1st boat ride! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AjgI4TqWPc/TYVyr0NQlCI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/otFLnzEV7WQ/s1600/DSC_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AjgI4TqWPc/TYVyr0NQlCI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/otFLnzEV7WQ/s320/DSC_2972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585997009897165858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan and grandpa driving the boat.&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/-7A1-1FCriOM/TYVymsiA_dI/AAAAAAAAF_I/lQCIE4dKexk/s1600/DSC_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A1-1FCriOM/TYVymsiA_dI/AAAAAAAAF_I/lQCIE4dKexk/s320/DSC_3022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585996921937395154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and grandpa driving the boat&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/-0B1Zx3cozAQ/TYVyme5fEdI/AAAAAAAAF_A/Y-4DXatYVVI/s1600/DSC_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0B1Zx3cozAQ/TYVyme5fEdI/AAAAAAAAF_A/Y-4DXatYVVI/s320/DSC_2995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585996918277738962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waving to me- My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMV6waQ5k9k/TYVymQJYVVI/AAAAAAAAF-w/Fciyb2zpHrc/s1600/DSC_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMV6waQ5k9k/TYVymQJYVVI/AAAAAAAAF-w/Fciyb2zpHrc/s320/DSC_3003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585996914317874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason taking the wheel by himself- I am not ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWrO-h684NY/TYVz4E1uLrI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/Y87fBZWiuhk/s1600/DSC_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWrO-h684NY/TYVz4E1uLrI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/Y87fBZWiuhk/s320/DSC_3014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585998320031903410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ready for summer mom! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMjPqR6vauA/TYVymYlOfWI/AAAAAAAAF-o/w2GTAgqEEc8/s1600/DSC_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMjPqR6vauA/TYVymYlOfWI/AAAAAAAAF-o/w2GTAgqEEc8/s320/DSC_2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585996916582153570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7986074208186236604?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7986074208186236604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-on-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7986074208186236604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7986074208186236604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-on-lake.html' title='A day on the lake'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AjgI4TqWPc/TYVyr0NQlCI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/otFLnzEV7WQ/s72-c/DSC_2972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6323935601212909421</id><published>2011-03-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:31:53.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a month since I blogged- I promise to fill in the gaps of the last month, but I wanted to post my thankful Thursday. These two kiddos rock my world. I can't imagine life without them. Thank you, Mason and Reagan for making me a mommy. Without you, I am not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-OqW58iYCc/TYLDthKNRjI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/-N2_Kt1xsyk/s1600/DSC_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-OqW58iYCc/TYLDthKNRjI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/-N2_Kt1xsyk/s400/DSC_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585241674655548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1sKpx0dLRg/TYLDtZdnR1I/AAAAAAAAF-I/XNOOKL6C7Cc/s1600/DSC_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1sKpx0dLRg/TYLDtZdnR1I/AAAAAAAAF-I/XNOOKL6C7Cc/s400/DSC_2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585241672589461330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6323935601212909421?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6323935601212909421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6323935601212909421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6323935601212909421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-OqW58iYCc/TYLDthKNRjI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/-N2_Kt1xsyk/s72-c/DSC_2909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3753282153819451552</id><published>2011-02-12T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:41:13.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowes Build and Grow</title><content type='html'>We have heard great things about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; Build and Grow Clinics. Our nephew, Thomas, goes all the time. He loves the projects, and the one on one time with dad. I looked online and signed him up for the next clinic (which was today) I think I was more excited than Mason for the clinic. Reagan and I went with them, mostly to take pictures and I am so glad we got there early. It began at 10am and 20 minutes till we were number 10 or so in line! Crazy. Today's project was a heart shaped music box, when we asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; who he made it for he said "daddy." I thought that was sweet. I typically get more hugs and kisses so I am glad Mason wanted to share his first project with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mason was very excited with a real hammer. We need to work on his skills though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Sq7KzrDVM/TVdDI1QP0ZI/AAAAAAAAF68/qS9U9qvfUnA/s1600/DSC_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996882907517330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Sq7KzrDVM/TVdDI1QP0ZI/AAAAAAAAF68/qS9U9qvfUnA/s320/DSC_2439.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how focused he is!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neYj-XhW2Ho/TVdDIreoWdI/AAAAAAAAF60/nXOwMQ7bLGs/s1600/DSC_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996880283490770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neYj-XhW2Ho/TVdDIreoWdI/AAAAAAAAF60/nXOwMQ7bLGs/s320/DSC_2443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't leave out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reags&lt;/span&gt;. If she could talk she would say "why are we here?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86yytiTi1fA/TVdDIf02-jI/AAAAAAAAF6s/m57ATWhxOq8/s1600/DSC_2444-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996877155498546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86yytiTi1fA/TVdDIf02-jI/AAAAAAAAF6s/m57ATWhxOq8/s320/DSC_2444-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; started getting the hang of the hammer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXvl1QZ0yM/TVdDIR8gG9I/AAAAAAAAF6k/uPix5Aa4OTg/s1600/DSC_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996873429457874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXvl1QZ0yM/TVdDIR8gG9I/AAAAAAAAF6k/uPix5Aa4OTg/s320/DSC_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they had a good time working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxRZixSwZVM/TVdC-BkrI1I/AAAAAAAAF6c/z2ZOL-R9WIE/s1600/DSC_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996697235858258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxRZixSwZVM/TVdC-BkrI1I/AAAAAAAAF6c/z2ZOL-R9WIE/s320/DSC_2455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason showing off the finished project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DgS2Ix_Mjo/TVdC-NCSbyI/AAAAAAAAF6U/20lgjsLoKKA/s1600/DSC_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996700312858402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DgS2Ix_Mjo/TVdC-NCSbyI/AAAAAAAAF6U/20lgjsLoKKA/s320/DSC_2459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISpr_q4Fq7s/TVdC99LQgrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/aGG8VJsAC9o/s1600/DSC_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996696055513778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISpr_q4Fq7s/TVdC99LQgrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/aGG8VJsAC9o/s320/DSC_2464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad helping to show mom the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DypDS58TtJM/TVdC9u-geKI/AAAAAAAAF6E/qMjpZIsQhuw/s1600/DSC_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996692243937442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DypDS58TtJM/TVdC9u-geKI/AAAAAAAAF6E/qMjpZIsQhuw/s320/DSC_2466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really, mom. Aren't we done with pictures"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I love how big the apron is on him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEM7mNEcT2k/TVdC9hZmq8I/AAAAAAAAF58/8VMmk9t43Eo/s1600/DSC_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572996688599493570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEM7mNEcT2k/TVdC9hZmq8I/AAAAAAAAF58/8VMmk9t43Eo/s320/DSC_2472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see you in two weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;, for the pull car!&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/669510995762318221-3753282153819451552?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3753282153819451552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/lowes-build-and-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3753282153819451552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3753282153819451552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/lowes-build-and-grow.html' title='Lowes Build and Grow'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Sq7KzrDVM/TVdDI1QP0ZI/AAAAAAAAF68/qS9U9qvfUnA/s72-c/DSC_2439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6504932039599965624</id><published>2011-02-08T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:04:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bink</title><content type='html'>We knew this day was coming. We have known for a while, that Mase was getting too big for bink, but we were worried, how would it go? He only used it at nap time and night time, but in our few attempts to try a nap or bedtime without bink, it was a HUGE FAIL. So we needed back up. We asked for advice, got tips from other people and finally decided that there would never be a "good" time to say goodbye to bink. We ordered "Pacifiers are not forever" and began reading it to him at night. Talking up what a big boy he was, etc. We would ask your a big boy right? "yes mommy" so you are too old for bink right? "no mommy." He still seemed hesitant. That is...until we took him to the Disney Store and told him he could pick out 6 cars from the Disney Pixar Cars film. He picked his 6- McQueen, Mater, a tractor, Red (the firetruck), the helicopter, and Seymour (the VW van). Then I dropped the bomb, I told them we could get them but he had to buy them, but the only thing he had to "sell" was bink. I made sure he knew that if he wanted the cars, he had to give bink to the sales lady. He said yes and ran to the counter. The transaction went a lot smoother than I thought and we left the store with a happy little customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we talked about where bink was (at the store), and how much more fun the cars would be than bink. When we got home, we decided to make it an even more special night, so we had our first dinner and a movie night. We had dinner in the living room (a very special treat) and watched Cars. He was so excited to see his cars in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he asked for bink when we went upstairs and we reminded him that he sold them for his cars and although he was sad, he didn't cry and went on with his routine. It has been going great since. We couldn't have asked for a better transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from our bink adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Mason and his bag of goodies!&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHyqgrhONI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6QkC_rTn55g/s1600/DSC_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHyqgrhONI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6QkC_rTn55g/s320/DSC_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571501026174908626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displaying them ALL on the table&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylhRZdGI/AAAAAAAAF5A/MCSG98gDk_8/s1600/DSC_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylhRZdGI/AAAAAAAAF5A/MCSG98gDk_8/s320/DSC_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500940434437218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked him to show mommy one for the camera (this is what we got)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylhP_f4I/AAAAAAAAF44/pBpHT4mHmB8/s1600/DSC_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylhP_f4I/AAAAAAAAF44/pBpHT4mHmB8/s320/DSC_2351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500940428541826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring his loot with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylL6lklI/AAAAAAAAF4w/CGdAoVe973E/s1600/DSC_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHylL6lklI/AAAAAAAAF4w/CGdAoVe973E/s320/DSC_2355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500934701617746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lined them all up and said "train!"&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHykwtI6_I/AAAAAAAAF4o/hxcv_xmLF0w/s1600/DSC_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHykwtI6_I/AAAAAAAAF4o/hxcv_xmLF0w/s320/DSC_2366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500927397456882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipping the tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHykxo8EnI/AAAAAAAAF4g/KHe265cfMVI/s1600/DSC_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHykxo8EnI/AAAAAAAAF4g/KHe265cfMVI/s320/DSC_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500927648273010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye, bink! Best $30 we have ever spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our last pic with bink (Dec. 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVH1_nUBAWI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/DhhvK186hWM/s1600/DSC_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVH1_nUBAWI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/DhhvK186hWM/s320/DSC_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571504687267512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6504932039599965624?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6504932039599965624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/bye-bye-bink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6504932039599965624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6504932039599965624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/bye-bye-bink.html' title='Bye Bye Bink'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TVHyqgrhONI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6QkC_rTn55g/s72-c/DSC_2346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7494011934445209746</id><published>2011-02-02T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:37:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TUmyZWe3a5I/AAAAAAAAF4A/6qt9YspOVeY/s1600/sgetti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TUmyZWe3a5I/AAAAAAAAF4A/6qt9YspOVeY/s400/sgetti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569178562821843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-7494011934445209746?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7494011934445209746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7494011934445209746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7494011934445209746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TUmyZWe3a5I/AAAAAAAAF4A/6qt9YspOVeY/s72-c/sgetti.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6390680512886622402</id><published>2011-01-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T06:52:21.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 1st!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rVBdq3ru9yU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan has started pulling up in her crib! I can't believe how fast she is growing up. She loves standing and has started to try to move from side to side.  Note in the video, Mason can "touch" the birds above Reagans crib. I love watching them together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6390680512886622402?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6390680512886622402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-1st.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6390680512886622402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6390680512886622402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-1st.html' title='Another 1st!'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rVBdq3ru9yU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1582736422712425240</id><published>2011-01-13T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:26:01.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First MDO</title><content type='html'>For the past two and a half years, Mason and I have been together, everyday. I have loved it. In Seattle, we took swim lessons, we had evergreen parent/baby class, toddler group and playgroup. We kept busy. I know we will find our niche in Knoxville, but while we make new friends and find new activities to keep us busy, I began to look into MDO (mother's day out). For my Seattle friends, MDO is a lot like part time preschool, typically it is held and organized through a church. You drop your child off and they stay from 9-2ish. Mason's class has 7 kids and 2 teachers. They do art, read books, play indoors, play outdoors, have themed weeks, etc. I think it is a nice transition into real school. I know the time is coming for Mason to start preschool, and I wanted to make sure he was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday for the past two years, we have been together. It was time to see how we would do apart. Today was our first day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both survived! Mase did great. We have talked about his new school for about 2 weeks now. We have read "Llama llama misses mama" almost everyday (good book if your child is about to start school). We were supposed to start on Tuesday but a snow day canceled school. So we began today. Reagan and I dropped him off, didn't make a fuss about leaving and walked out the door. I will admit, it was weird walking to the car with only one child. Reags and I ran to Kohls and then went home to have lunch and play. It was nice to be able to devote a whole afternoon to Reagan. BUT I was super excited to go pick Mason up. I only called once to check on him and he was doing awesome. He was excited to see us and most importantly we both made it a day without each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Mase as we are getting ready to leave MDO- please note he just woke up from a nap so he is in a bit of a daze but look at that sweet lunch box and back pack. He is growing up so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TS-ldX50cnI/AAAAAAAAF3A/E9xvG7DVqWU/s1600/DSC_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TS-ldX50cnI/AAAAAAAAF3A/E9xvG7DVqWU/s320/DSC_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845988877169266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't forget Reags- so here she is in her Johnny Jumper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TS-ldNnCEzI/AAAAAAAAF24/Gw-u2lsGYAQ/s1600/DSC_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TS-ldNnCEzI/AAAAAAAAF24/Gw-u2lsGYAQ/s320/DSC_1821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845986114016050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a new mom. Today I was able to recharge my energy battery and for the first time in over 3 months- I got a craft project done- not one but TWO (they are belated christmas presents so I needed to get working on them but still) I feel great and I am ready to spend the whole day with my kiddos tomorrow! &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/669510995762318221-1582736422712425240?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582736422712425240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-mdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1582736422712425240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1582736422712425240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-mdo.html' title='First MDO'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TS-ldX50cnI/AAAAAAAAF3A/E9xvG7DVqWU/s72-c/DSC_1826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5908043277578766028</id><published>2011-01-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:49:58.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's 1st Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although we have had two snow falls this year already, this is the first time we have been able to get out in it. The first snow, Mason was sick, and the second, Reagan. So when I heard it was coming through again, I prayed to keep everyone healthy so we could go play! It worked because this morning when we woke up, there was 4 inches on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve went to work today but his boss closed the office around noon so he came home and got to join the festivities. Mason got a sled for christmas and he was excited to pull it out. Steve started by pulling him around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu2KI8OnQI/AAAAAAAAF2M/uj5wSN42m78/s1600/DSC_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738450234055938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu2KI8OnQI/AAAAAAAAF2M/uj5wSN42m78/s320/DSC_1770.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan was happy to just sit in the snow. It was when we made the snow angel she started to get fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu2J7SPCsI/AAAAAAAAF2E/xq5RLSkRKEU/s1600/DSC_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738446568262338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu2J7SPCsI/AAAAAAAAF2E/xq5RLSkRKEU/s320/DSC_1779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once she got in the sled with Mason, she was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1_Ds-qCI/AAAAAAAAF18/NB2MmGbSkKg/s1600/DSC_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738259849357346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1_Ds-qCI/AAAAAAAAF18/NB2MmGbSkKg/s320/DSC_1786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with Mason pulling the sled and filling it with snow from his shovels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1-2pBQuI/AAAAAAAAF10/QgHgXSjb41w/s1600/DSC_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738256343089890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1-2pBQuI/AAAAAAAAF10/QgHgXSjb41w/s320/DSC_1808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Snow Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1-mkTI8I/AAAAAAAAF1s/ET2h-Ac1ImA/s1600/DSC_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738252028322754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu1-mkTI8I/AAAAAAAAF1s/ET2h-Ac1ImA/s320/DSC_1792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5908043277578766028?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5908043277578766028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/reagans-1st-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5908043277578766028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5908043277578766028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/reagans-1st-snow.html' title='Reagan&apos;s 1st Snow'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TSu2KI8OnQI/AAAAAAAAF2M/uj5wSN42m78/s72-c/DSC_1770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3253349032463784862</id><published>2011-01-01T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:04:08.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 in Review</title><content type='html'>What a year 2010 turned out to be! I can't believe how much Mason and Reagan have grown and how fast it has gone by. We began the year a family of 3 living in Seattle and ended a family of 4 living in Knoxville.  Here is a quick recap of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;children's museum with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-IkHmu9DI/AAAAAAAAFyI/qWLsvJ8Rvv4/s1600/DSC_6689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-IkHmu9DI/AAAAAAAAFyI/qWLsvJ8Rvv4/s400/DSC_6689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557310619296658482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;first concert with the Recess Monkey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ik7xr9_I/AAAAAAAAFyY/WFcDx1_wdzg/s1600/DSC_6754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ik7xr9_I/AAAAAAAAFyY/WFcDx1_wdzg/s400/DSC_6754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557310633301243890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing in sister's closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ik-E4MRI/AAAAAAAAFyg/B5ZTLwbinB4/s1600/DSC_6784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ik-E4MRI/AAAAAAAAFyg/B5ZTLwbinB4/s400/DSC_6784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557310633918607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;practicing loving on sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-IlBfxcrI/AAAAAAAAFyo/KbhhguybKnI/s1600/DSC_6891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-IlBfxcrI/AAAAAAAAFyo/KbhhguybKnI/s400/DSC_6891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557310634836718258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Night out (with the most fabulous group of moms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JwrTqCLI/AAAAAAAAFyw/73EFLAs8Tas/s1600/DSC_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JwrTqCLI/AAAAAAAAFyw/73EFLAs8Tas/s320/DSC_6905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311934550378674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Last family picture as 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxO1Y-kI/AAAAAAAAFy4/DPKj1s3b8h4/s1600/DSC_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxO1Y-kI/AAAAAAAAFy4/DPKj1s3b8h4/s320/DSC_7031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311944087108162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason vs. mudpuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxF7QObI/AAAAAAAAFzA/OAt2pL9PGcY/s1600/DSC_2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxF7QObI/AAAAAAAAFzA/OAt2pL9PGcY/s320/DSC_2289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311941695781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;REAGAN ARRIVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxfUBJ4I/AAAAAAAAFzI/qVu0F1rV-GY/s1600/DSC_7224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-JxfUBJ4I/AAAAAAAAFzI/qVu0F1rV-GY/s320/DSC_7224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311948510537602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Jx7luPTI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/f76N64veOyI/s1600/DSC_7272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Jx7luPTI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/f76N64veOyI/s320/DSC_7272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311956100988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;getting used to having a sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-SnDwcaZI/AAAAAAAAF1A/aSMzJ5x9Efw/s1600/M%2B%252869%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-SnDwcaZI/AAAAAAAAF1A/aSMzJ5x9Efw/s320/M%2B%252869%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557321664919529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;first haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-MasOQ7dI/AAAAAAAAFzg/VsKoDM8TSP4/s1600/DSC_8549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-MasOQ7dI/AAAAAAAAFzg/VsKoDM8TSP4/s320/DSC_8549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557314855373958610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's Baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ma1zsKbI/AAAAAAAAFzo/ItLpJrLtggs/s1600/DSC_8769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Ma1zsKbI/AAAAAAAAFzo/ItLpJrLtggs/s320/DSC_8769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557314857946851762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;Mase turned 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Mbr7sGgI/AAAAAAAAFzw/MLcWuOloPZA/s1600/DSC_9632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Mbr7sGgI/AAAAAAAAFzw/MLcWuOloPZA/s320/DSC_9632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557314872475916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan meeting Aunt Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Mb2q4wkI/AAAAAAAAFz4/axcQlln9vZI/s1600/DSC_9210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Mb2q4wkI/AAAAAAAAFz4/axcQlln9vZI/s320/DSC_9210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557314875358233154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;trip to the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;(mom's first trip downtown seattle with 2 kids alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-IIGjcI/AAAAAAAAF0I/Yp11zlUYWHw/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-IIGjcI/AAAAAAAAF0I/Yp11zlUYWHw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557316563671354818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason moved into his big boy bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-VUwxYI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Afwv7CNmABM/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-VUwxYI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Afwv7CNmABM/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557316567214114178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;first day of school (LWTG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-tCs5XI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/4fiNl4u27N4/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N-tCs5XI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/4fiNl4u27N4/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557316573580813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N_LGxirI/AAAAAAAAF0g/KMMU8FwQ8Hg/s1600/M%2B%252879%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-N_LGxirI/AAAAAAAAF0g/KMMU8FwQ8Hg/s320/M%2B%252879%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557316581650959026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween! The farmer and his tators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PBxnwjZI/AAAAAAAAF0o/LyVu_2CWqQ0/s1600/DSC_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PBxnwjZI/AAAAAAAAF0o/LyVu_2CWqQ0/s320/DSC_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557317725861219730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and Reagan sitting up by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PCEPtMTI/AAAAAAAAF0w/5yHkNyh4MdI/s1600/DSC_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PCEPtMTI/AAAAAAAAF0w/5yHkNyh4MdI/s320/DSC_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557317730860609842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas in our new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PCZFoPWI/AAAAAAAAF04/EaJtVbOOt5Y/s1600/DSC_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-PCZFoPWI/AAAAAAAAF04/EaJtVbOOt5Y/s320/DSC_1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557317736455486818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's to 2011!&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/669510995762318221-3253349032463784862?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3253349032463784862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3253349032463784862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3253349032463784862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-review.html' title='2010 in Review'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-IkHmu9DI/AAAAAAAAFyI/qWLsvJ8Rvv4/s72-c/DSC_6689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1972148092890000392</id><published>2011-01-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:49:31.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa through the years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The progression of our relationship with Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Eb_uMpII/AAAAAAAAFxo/JO792KIVKu8/s1600/Redmond%2BTown%2B_20081212_000150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557306081695016066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Eb_uMpII/AAAAAAAAFxo/JO792KIVKu8/s400/Redmond%2BTown%2B_20081212_000150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-D8nzYf0I/AAAAAAAAFxY/_8Y83nMev_g/s1600/Redmond%2BTown_20091208_000166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557305542698368834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-D8nzYf0I/AAAAAAAAFxY/_8Y83nMev_g/s400/Redmond%2BTown_20091208_000166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 (it's only better because I held him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-FACWLiwI/AAAAAAAAFyA/9zTy7oZMmhY/s1600/blog%2Bsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557306700874877698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-FACWLiwI/AAAAAAAAFyA/9zTy7oZMmhY/s400/blog%2Bsanta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1972148092890000392?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1972148092890000392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-through-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1972148092890000392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1972148092890000392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-through-years.html' title='Santa through the years'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-Eb_uMpII/AAAAAAAAFxo/JO792KIVKu8/s72-c/Redmond%2BTown%2B_20081212_000150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-933587849394961690</id><published>2011-01-01T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:41:33.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catch-up</title><content type='html'>It feels like forever since I have blogged, but life has been moving at full speed. December flew by for us. We moved into our new house on Dec.3, the pets came back to us on the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the tree went up on the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and from then on out- we have been busy unpacking boxes, getting settled and trying to make it feel like the holidays for the kids. I felt like even if nothing else in their life made sense this month- I wanted them to feel the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; spirit for as long as we could. Here is a recap of our December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt; Christmas at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chilhowee&lt;/span&gt; Park for the tree lighting. It was a great night, a bit cold, but the kids loved the lights and Mason loved the ones that floated on the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-AIEbzpYI/AAAAAAAAFxI/qAUi_Ki1qYw/s1600/DSC_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557301341316162946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-AIEbzpYI/AAAAAAAAFxI/qAUi_Ki1qYw/s400/DSC_1243.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same park, we ran into the mascot for the Tennessee Valley Fair. Santa wasn't a big hit last year so I thought we would do a trial run with the chicken- only in TN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9-dSXcmoI/AAAAAAAAFwY/ZYYKJgt3PiU/s1600/DSC_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299506809969282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9-dSXcmoI/AAAAAAAAFwY/ZYYKJgt3PiU/s400/DSC_1267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is really, really into trains, so when I heard that the UT Botanical Garden hosts a Christmas Express train every year I knew we had to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was 4,000 square feet of model trains. He couldn't take his eyes off the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9-eRx5MxI/AAAAAAAAFwg/yY2fam42v6I/s1600/DSC_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299523832328978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9-eRx5MxI/AAAAAAAAFwg/yY2fam42v6I/s400/DSC_1274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I tried to get a shot of both kids together- Mason just couldn't look away. Reagan enjoyed it too, but was just as happy people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_lEqHTOI/AAAAAAAAFwo/n0opd_Hq_N8/s1600/DSC_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557300740080749794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_lEqHTOI/AAAAAAAAFwo/n0opd_Hq_N8/s400/DSC_1332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I am so happy to be back in Tennessee is the fact that Mason and Reagan will get to spend so much time with their TN cousins. He prefers to call them "my guys" even though Maggie reminds him, she is a girl. Here are the four amigos at my parents in front of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_lnnypmI/AAAAAAAAFww/bK7Sv9liOq8/s1600/DSC_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557300749466248802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_lnnypmI/AAAAAAAAFww/bK7Sv9liOq8/s400/DSC_1465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being able to witness my dad being a grandpa. He is great with the kids and they are equally crazy about him. as you can tell, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; was not in the mood for a photo, but it was the best I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_l8q23aI/AAAAAAAAFw4/Ii1zlvzrGtc/s1600/DSC_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557300755116252578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_l8q23aI/AAAAAAAAFw4/Ii1zlvzrGtc/s400/DSC_1490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, we have also had 2 snow falls. Unfortunately, Mason was sick for the first one and Reagan was sick for the second one so we didn't take them out to get a picture. I am hoping we will have one more so I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; get Reagan in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shadracks&lt;/span&gt; light display- which I highly recommend if you live near one. It is a drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; light display and it was AWESOME. At the end there was a petting zoo and I brought my camera but never pulled it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the Children's Mass at All Saints- here are M&amp;amp;R as we got ready to walk out the door. All in all it was a wonderful holiday season. Mason can even tell you that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is "baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jesus's&lt;/span&gt; birthday" (we read a book about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; every night) I love that he is beginning to grasp the reason for the season.  We hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_mLGWO6I/AAAAAAAAFxA/wD1W2y1UZgk/s1600/DSC_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557300758989650850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR9_mLGWO6I/AAAAAAAAFxA/wD1W2y1UZgk/s400/DSC_1525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-933587849394961690?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/933587849394961690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/933587849394961690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/933587849394961690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-catch-up.html' title='Christmas Catch-up'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TR-AIEbzpYI/AAAAAAAAFxI/qAUi_Ki1qYw/s72-c/DSC_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3291750047550896834</id><published>2010-11-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:27:23.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House That Built Me</title><content type='html'>I have thought about writing this post for about 3 weeks now and I guess it’s about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 ½ years, we made the move back down south. To say I am excited is an understatement. Mason and Reagan will be about a 3 hour CAR ride away from their grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles and dozens and dozens of extended family. I could not be happier. Growing up in a military family, I had the rare occasions of getting to spend quality time with my grandparents and it has been my goal since becoming a parent to give this experience that I missed out on, to my children. I want them to know my parents like I knew them. I want them to know Steve’s mom and get a chance to bond with all of them and develop their own relationship, one that is not based only around thanksgiving. I am so thankful that we will not be traveling by plane this thanksgiving. Traveling with two kids is not what I would call fun. Planes are crowded, security is nerve racking and I already feel less stressed about the holiday knowing we don’t have to worry about connections, who is watching Bailey and Jack, and how the kids will do on the plane. I am over the moon, to have a hand full of family ready and waiting to watch our kids so Steve and I can have a night out. I can’t wait to pick up with my college roomies and make memories of our children becoming friends. I can’t wait for Mason to experience SEC football and a game day down south. I am honored to not only call my parents, my parents but to call them my friends, and I know being closer to home will only make us closer. I am so happy, but, I know what all I am leaving behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN710QVzI/AAAAAAAAFcA/dkCF48yp0z4/s1600/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540709500770604850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN710QVzI/AAAAAAAAFcA/dkCF48yp0z4/s400/IMG_1940.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while but Seattle became our home. We have many great memories there and I come back to the south a changed person. Not better, not worse, I just have more experience under my belt. Our family literally doubled in size in Seattle (by people count)- that is probably the biggest change in our lives. Our house became a home with the patter of little feet and babble of little words. I will never forget waking up Christmas Eve 2007, taking a pregnancy test and realizing in 9 months we were going to be parents. I won’t forget the expression on Steve’s face when he read Mason’s shirt that said “big brother” and he realized we were about to grow by two more feet. 11131 holds the memories of Mason’s first steps, his first words, his first tooth coming in, countless hugs and kisses, many giggles, many tears, and the moment he became a big brother. Our house hosted many playgroups, and visitors from TN, GA, AZ, KS and CA. I got to see my husband transform into a father and I was able to fall in love with him all over again. We brought our baby girl home to that house. We learned that no two children are alike and we learned your heart can continue to grow and overflow with love for all of your children. We got to hear Reagan’s first laugh, and watch her roll over for the first time. We endured our first trip to urgent care for her sensitive belly and we learned that hearing your child cry in pain is probably the worst torture you can inflict on a parent. I was able to begin the voyage of motherhood with an amazing group of moms and I will forever be a better person because of each and every one of them. Leaving that group and knowing that my children will not have daily contact with those wonderful mama’s still breaks my heart a bit. But I know, we will meet new friends and we will keep in touch with our first friends  I was able to tap into more creativity than I knew I had thanks to my Tuesday Night Stampers. They became my mom’s away from mom and they treated my children like their own grandchildren. Steve and I tackled numerous house projects including remodeling a kitchen and building a deck. We learned there is more than one way to do things right and listening to each other can sometimes create an even better plan. We learned that living in a big city comes with an overwhelming amount of opportunities and shopping. I also learned to restrain from excess shopping.  We learned being a neighbor isn’t just about living next to someone; it is about getting to know them and opening your doors and your heart to those relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our family 2010 (we still have B&amp;amp;J- it was just too hard to rangle two kids and two pets)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN7rEouYI/AAAAAAAAFb4/ijypiPhZGJ4/s1600/_DSC7725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540709497886521730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN7rEouYI/AAAAAAAAFb4/ijypiPhZGJ4/s400/_DSC7725.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope that Mason will have memories of Seattle. I hope he will remember play dates in the park, the Tulip Festival, and driving around looking at Christmas lights. 11131 was his first home and those walls share a million moments that helped shape who he is today. I know Reagan is too young to remember anything. But I can’t wait to share stories with her. And we will be back to visit. I left a piece of my heart in the northwest within all the beautiful friendships I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give you one piece of advice it would be to move away for a while. Take the time to live outside your comfort zone, and force yourself to discover who you are when you have to begin from scratch. I promise you will come out of it thankful for all you have learned. Atleast I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN7a3k0GI/AAAAAAAAFbw/AsrxGIuS7i0/s1600/DSC_3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540709493536772194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN7a3k0GI/AAAAAAAAFbw/AsrxGIuS7i0/s400/DSC_3579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you 11131 for being such a big part of our lives. I know you will hold many great memories for your new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don’t listen to country music you need to check out Miranda Lambert’s song “the house that built me”. It speaks to me in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3291750047550896834?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3291750047550896834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-that-built-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3291750047550896834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3291750047550896834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-that-built-me.html' title='The House That Built Me'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TOSN710QVzI/AAAAAAAAFcA/dkCF48yp0z4/s72-c/IMG_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5765475949841187294</id><published>2010-11-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:58:49.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Her Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNIt3tXRmkI/AAAAAAAAFTM/MTlGXHDAU8g/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535537327085034050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNIt3tXRmkI/AAAAAAAAFTM/MTlGXHDAU8g/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason has discovered my shoes. He loves wearing them all the time. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNItxMKCnsI/AAAAAAAAFTE/I8goPP_UUC8/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5765475949841187294?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5765475949841187294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-her-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5765475949841187294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5765475949841187294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-her-shoes.html' title='In Her Shoes'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNIt3tXRmkI/AAAAAAAAFTM/MTlGXHDAU8g/s72-c/DSC_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5920408634076231352</id><published>2010-11-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:08:14.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frick or freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those are the words you would hear if you were any where near &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;. He has a hard time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t's&lt;/span&gt; but he was so excited to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freating&lt;/span&gt;. :) I decided that while he is young and doesn't know any better I will put him and Reagan in complimentary costumes. this year they were a farmer and a bag of taters. I loved it. They were so cute and he was so HAPPY in his costume- much better than the sad shark last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the farmer and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDBp985EzI/AAAAAAAAFSY/zaeiwOJaagE/s1600/DSC_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535136868787098418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDBp985EzI/AAAAAAAAFSY/zaeiwOJaagE/s320/DSC_0802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on a hayride with the church across the street, with a weenie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; roast afterwards and then we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freated&lt;/span&gt; at a couple of houses and called it a night. It is amazing now that Mason is vocal to get an insight into his thoughts. The hayride was Sunday and Monday afternoon, we were in the car and Mason out of the blue said "more hayride, mommy, more hayride" I was so happy that he enjoyed it and that he remembered it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mason on the hayride-in awe of the tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDC1wZxryI/AAAAAAAAFS8/LVBCb_JxweA/s1600/DSC_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535138170820210466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDC1wZxryI/AAAAAAAAFS8/LVBCb_JxweA/s320/DSC_0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was happy as can be in her costume. I bought it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; and was so happy with how it turned out. it says Marlowe tater farm and has her weight! it was a sack and it kept her warm throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDBp2mpw_I/AAAAAAAAFSg/45KFsneOXZM/s1600/DSC_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535136866814772210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDBp2mpw_I/AAAAAAAAFSg/45KFsneOXZM/s320/DSC_0769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now to start thinking about next year's costumes...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5920408634076231352?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5920408634076231352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/frick-or-freak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5920408634076231352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5920408634076231352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/11/frick-or-freak.html' title='frick or freak'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TNDBp985EzI/AAAAAAAAFSY/zaeiwOJaagE/s72-c/DSC_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2970816627161721840</id><published>2010-10-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:45:09.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy two weeks</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been a little over two weeks since my last post. let's just say "it's been crazy" would be an understatement. In the last two weeks, my sister Mel and her family came to visit for 2 days, my parents flew up for about a week, a childhood friend stopped by with his family and me and the kids moved to Tennessee. WOW. I can't believe we survived it. There are many minor details that also happened but I am still too tired to think or type them all. So here are some highlights from the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan really got into solids. She is loving them. She is a much messier eater than mason was but she has a lot more fun with it. Every small repair we needed to do in our house- is done, thanks to the hard work of my dad, mom and Steve. Mason and I said goodbye to some the best friends I could ever ask for. It was hard but I know we will keep in touch and that one day our paths will cross again. The Kurrus's came for a visit and Mason got to meet Patrick and Andrew for the first time. It was the first time I had met Patrick too. They had a blast, they ran around for about 4 hours together. I am so excited we will be closer and they will have this opportunity again.   We boarded and survived our last plane ride from Seattle (for awhile atleast) it was pretty uneventful but with two kiddos flying is never fun for anyone so I am happy it is over.&lt;br /&gt;here are just a few pictures from the last two weeks. I will post more soon. I promise. We are returning to the land of the living. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan eating  (not the first time but it was the first month of solids- like I said, it's been crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRldfWMiI/AAAAAAAAFSE/2sNawM7rk5Q/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRldfWMiI/AAAAAAAAFSE/2sNawM7rk5Q/s320/DSC_0687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532550740005237282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason received a farewell gift from his buddy, Finn and on the way he was so tired but so excited he fell asleep holding it. (it was after our halloween party)&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRlI_yFtI/AAAAAAAAFR8/K4pc9FFFMO8/s1600/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRlI_yFtI/AAAAAAAAFR8/K4pc9FFFMO8/s320/DSC_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532550734504138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason and the Kurrus boys! I can't tell you how hard it was to get three little ones to look at the camera all at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRlLnn8LI/AAAAAAAAFR0/RfJZIYKyWQM/s1600/DSC_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRlLnn8LI/AAAAAAAAFR0/RfJZIYKyWQM/s320/DSC_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532550735208116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2970816627161721840?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2970816627161721840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2970816627161721840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2970816627161721840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-two-weeks.html' title='crazy two weeks'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TMeRldfWMiI/AAAAAAAAFSE/2sNawM7rk5Q/s72-c/DSC_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3034113567143592872</id><published>2010-10-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:44:22.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>I am a firm believer that you can never take too many pictures! I never want to look back and think I wish we had more pictures of the kids when they were growing up so, our main splurge as parents, is to have photographers take our pictures. Because, let's face it, we are not professionals and we wanted pictures with US and the kids. Here is our sneak peek from last weeks session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan was so happy throughout the shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEG6gcvfI/AAAAAAAAFRY/cDgZv6FXDco/s1600/_DSC8453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEG6gcvfI/AAAAAAAAFRY/cDgZv6FXDco/s320/_DSC8453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624947056459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She constantly has her hand in her mouth and I LOVE the giant flower!&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEGQnonDI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/bHLg1OfiCzs/s1600/_DSC8471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEGQnonDI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/bHLg1OfiCzs/s320/_DSC8471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624935812308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has the bluest eyes I have ever seen.&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEGAmWgfI/AAAAAAAAFRI/VSMvXVz2Y2U/s1600/_DSC7981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEGAmWgfI/AAAAAAAAFRI/VSMvXVz2Y2U/s320/_DSC7981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624931511960050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite's of Reagan- I loved it in color until I saw it like this.&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD7H_GNvI/AAAAAAAAFQw/GRfKCRmVbgY/s1600/_DSC7981b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD7H_GNvI/AAAAAAAAFQw/GRfKCRmVbgY/s320/_DSC7981b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624744516237042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family with our pumpkins and red door.&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEF3iDUsI/AAAAAAAAFRA/xI6_23j3LrE/s1600/_DSC7725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEF3iDUsI/AAAAAAAAFRA/xI6_23j3LrE/s320/_DSC7725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624929078006466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason and I share this look many times throughout the day. It touches my heart to forever have this moment captured. I know one day he won't want me to hold him but for now, I treasure it.&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD7TckVmI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/JxEUUWa2KpM/s1600/_DSC8039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD7TckVmI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/JxEUUWa2KpM/s320/_DSC8039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624747592636002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason loves to play trains with dad. I was so happy we were able to get some pictures of him in action around the house!&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD69eysWI/AAAAAAAAFQo/5-Iq9IK78rg/s1600/_DSC8394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD69eysWI/AAAAAAAAFQo/5-Iq9IK78rg/s320/_DSC8394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624741696385378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet Bay with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mase&lt;/span&gt;.&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/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD6i9b3-I/AAAAAAAAFQg/GCCPNS4XXk0/s1600/_DSC8285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD6i9b3-I/AAAAAAAAFQg/GCCPNS4XXk0/s320/_DSC8285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624734577156066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saved the best for last. words can't describe how much I love it. These are our kiddos at their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD6Uov1-I/AAAAAAAAFQY/nkQSxtLd1mo/s1600/_DSC7766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKD6Uov1-I/AAAAAAAAFQY/nkQSxtLd1mo/s320/_DSC7766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526624730732287970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait to see the rest! Thanks for sharing the day with us Justine!&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/669510995762318221-3034113567143592872?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3034113567143592872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3034113567143592872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3034113567143592872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TLKEG6gcvfI/AAAAAAAAFRY/cDgZv6FXDco/s72-c/_DSC8453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6923891096105117754</id><published>2010-10-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:14:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of Fall</title><content type='html'>I love Fall. I love watching the leaves change. I love the smell in the air. And since having children, I have an all new appreciation and love for all things fall- especially pumpkin patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken Mason every year (I know it's only our 3rd time, but we have made it every year) to a pumpkin patch to pick our family pumpkins. I was so happy this year to share this tradition with Reagan! (she was with us last year- just in my belly) We had a blast today. We even got to hang out with two of Mason's buddies, Ryan and Will. Mason was so excited to run around the patch with dad and look for the perfect pumpkin. It started off a little rocky- I wanted to take his picture by the height chart and he wanted to see the llama's. he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Ryan just did not understand why Mason was so upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZpYqOvI/AAAAAAAAFP0/87eYTvmgK7w/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666483087555314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZpYqOvI/AAAAAAAAFP0/87eYTvmgK7w/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he quickly changed moods (as a toddler often does) and the rest of the day was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZV0ltvI/AAAAAAAAFPs/IvMwDJ4XR1E/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666477835990770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZV0ltvI/AAAAAAAAFPs/IvMwDJ4XR1E/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan was a trooper the whole day! Look at how tall she is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZG9mGnI/AAAAAAAAFPk/yLb63CSTahM/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666473847233138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZG9mGnI/AAAAAAAAFPk/yLb63CSTahM/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Mason- these two have been friends since they were 1 month old! I love seeing how much they have grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBYwN_eqI/AAAAAAAAFPc/eNC5d8aNz_0/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666467741989538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBYwN_eqI/AAAAAAAAFPc/eNC5d8aNz_0/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel very blessed to have these two sweet kiddos in our life. They are the greatest gift we could ever as for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBY55JFKI/AAAAAAAAFPU/pm3aHQLdOxQ/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666470338892962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBY55JFKI/AAAAAAAAFPU/pm3aHQLdOxQ/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/669510995762318221-6923891096105117754?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6923891096105117754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6923891096105117754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6923891096105117754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-fall.html' title='Beginning of Fall'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TKgBZpYqOvI/AAAAAAAAFP0/87eYTvmgK7w/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-7919136273762521478</id><published>2010-09-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:42:08.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of Sophia</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, &lt;a href="http://sophiegiraffeusa.com/"&gt;Sophia, the giraffe&lt;/a&gt;, she has to be the BEST teething toy that exists. Mason loved Sophia and we spent many a month carrying her with us wherever we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are two years later and it looks like Sophia is BACK...Reagan has been extremely oral since day one. She constantly puts everything in her mouth and within the last week the drool has picked up! So I decided it was time to resurrect Sophia. I am so glad I did, because Reagan had a blast with her today! She chewed on her and was happy as can be with her new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back and found the first pictures of Mason with Sophia and they happened to be taken at 5 months too! How funny. Here are my two cuties 2 years apart loving on the same toy. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mason and Sophia- Dec. 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPl5484VI/AAAAAAAAFO4/C6qzktPzbNo/s1600/DSC_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517348899863191890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPl5484VI/AAAAAAAAFO4/C6qzktPzbNo/s320/DSC_2336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reagan and Sophia- Sept. 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPlDVjnzI/AAAAAAAAFOw/LAB4D7-WZxU/s1600/reagan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517348885219221298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPlDVjnzI/AAAAAAAAFOw/LAB4D7-WZxU/s320/reagan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drool, ma?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPk7xexXI/AAAAAAAAFOo/ZQLSqMG_PGM/s1600/up+close+r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517348883188860274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPk7xexXI/AAAAAAAAFOo/ZQLSqMG_PGM/s320/up+close+r.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/669510995762318221-7919136273762521478?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/7919136273762521478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/return-of-sophia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7919136273762521478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/7919136273762521478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/return-of-sophia.html' title='The return of Sophia'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TJGPl5484VI/AAAAAAAAFO4/C6qzktPzbNo/s72-c/DSC_2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3021053478234556840</id><published>2010-09-08T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:55:33.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan 4 month check up</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Reagan had her 4 month check up. I can't believe she is 4 months. Time flies- especially when it's the second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her stats:&lt;br /&gt;14 lbs 10 oz&lt;br /&gt;23 3/4 inches tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did great with her shots and is hitting all of her milestones- although I have to say I don't worry at all about this anymore. Everyone is different and will develop on their timeline so if you are a mom reading this- don't worry so much about what your kiddo is doing compared to others. Just enjoy them, love them for who they are, and everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our little sweet girl "standing with dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIf3zt0hOuI/AAAAAAAAFNk/-TfQX10_BZY/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514648736583727842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIf3zt0hOuI/AAAAAAAAFNk/-TfQX10_BZY/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to include this pic because she was leaning forward and her head looks mighty big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIf3zFEaEDI/AAAAAAAAFNc/yj6mxVfXpf4/s1600/DSC_0255-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514648725644513330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIf3zFEaEDI/AAAAAAAAFNc/yj6mxVfXpf4/s320/DSC_0255-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3021053478234556840?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3021053478234556840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/reagan-4-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3021053478234556840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3021053478234556840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/reagan-4-month-check-up.html' title='Reagan 4 month check up'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIf3zt0hOuI/AAAAAAAAFNk/-TfQX10_BZY/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-6773709457285501304</id><published>2010-09-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:10:55.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason and the little chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMYNSJghWI/AAAAAAAAFNI/Bn17xneUKfI/s1600/meeow+and+the+little+chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513276985320703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMYNSJghWI/AAAAAAAAFNI/Bn17xneUKfI/s320/meeow+and+the+little+chairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason has a book, "Meeow and the little chairs." It is the story of a cat, Meeow, and his friends, baa, moo, quack and woof. Needless to say, these are Mason's favorite animals sounds to make. Anyhow, Meeow uses his imagination to take his chairs and make a train for him and his friends. We have read this book every night before bed for about a month. Mason has his own set of chairs and table in his room and earlier this week, we were playing down stairs and he ran upstairs, brought down his chairs and proceeded to put his animals in the chairs. He grabbed his bell and train whistle (both used in the book) and was so proud of the train he made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day this week, he has used his chairs to make a train and on Friday, I finally had time to grab the camera and capture Mason and his train. Here are a few of my favorites. (if you look close in the background- you can see Reagan laying in Mason's "big boy bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red blur Mason is waving is his bell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love his passengers are a duck, a lion, a donkey and a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMWUZWSK0I/AAAAAAAAFNA/8boMNHUEy48/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274908489165634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMWUZWSK0I/AAAAAAAAFNA/8boMNHUEy48/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the donkey didn't hear the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV86RojhI/AAAAAAAAFM4/kzz-2STxkqE/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274505011170834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV86RojhI/AAAAAAAAFM4/kzz-2STxkqE/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lion and duck want to switch places....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV8r_E34I/AAAAAAAAFMw/00CngenmmSY/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274501175238530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV8r_E34I/AAAAAAAAFMw/00CngenmmSY/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a train hat, but insists on wearing his John Deere one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV8VbM7AI/AAAAAAAAFMo/jEIvTUt20nM/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274495119191042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV8VbM7AI/AAAAAAAAFMo/jEIvTUt20nM/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan, in the meantime, is laying in bed reading her own book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV71fIpCI/AAAAAAAAFMg/lEt0I4Dh1N4/s1600/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274486545753122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV71fIpCI/AAAAAAAAFMg/lEt0I4Dh1N4/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that play, Mason decided he needed to relax with sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV7omUshI/AAAAAAAAFMY/SPsv3mvxQV8/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513274483086242322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMV7omUshI/AAAAAAAAFMY/SPsv3mvxQV8/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-6773709457285501304?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/6773709457285501304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/mason-and-little-chairs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6773709457285501304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/6773709457285501304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/mason-and-little-chairs.html' title='Mason and the little chairs'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TIMYNSJghWI/AAAAAAAAFNI/Bn17xneUKfI/s72-c/meeow+and+the+little+chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-2040112570308857026</id><published>2010-09-01T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:52:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dawg at heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this isn't a bulldog, but I truly believe Mason knows he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DAWG&lt;/span&gt; at heart!  We are so excited football is starting soon and can't wait to see how our Georgia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dawgs&lt;/span&gt; do this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is Mason's favorite bath towel- and he loves to put it on after bath time and go look at his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt; self in the mirror.) I fall more and more in love with this little boy everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TH8rstCBYSI/AAAAAAAAFL0/jTI3SDq9wm0/s1600/the+puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512172515927089442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TH8rstCBYSI/AAAAAAAAFL0/jTI3SDq9wm0/s400/the+puppy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TH8rs7tt7uI/AAAAAAAAFL8/bEs1-dWYlqY/s1600/the+sad+puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512172519868460770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TH8rs7tt7uI/AAAAAAAAFL8/bEs1-dWYlqY/s400/the+sad+puppy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-2040112570308857026?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/2040112570308857026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/dawg-at-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2040112570308857026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/2040112570308857026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/09/dawg-at-heart.html' title='A dawg at heart'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TH8rstCBYSI/AAAAAAAAFL0/jTI3SDq9wm0/s72-c/the+puppy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3104722839786183771</id><published>2010-08-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:56:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months already?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Reagan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Really? You are 4 months already? I can't believe how fast you are growing. You are now THRIVING on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Similac&lt;/span&gt; sensitive, you no longer have issues with gas or poo. It makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a happy, silly little girl. Everything makes you smile. You can not get enough of your brother and you are itching to play with him. You love to hold your toys in your hands and stick them in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sleeping really well at night- you only wake once a night between 1-3, eat and go right back to sleep. You take a short morning nap (about 45 minutes) and you enjoy a LONG afternoon nap in the arms of your mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great head control and have started spending time in your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumpo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;excersaucer&lt;/span&gt;. We go on the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for your 4 month appointment and I can't wait to see how much you weigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite moments from the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sitting in your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5C4RVXtI/AAAAAAAAFLU/XC4MkrEEVTk/s1600/DSC_9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511061290645544658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5C4RVXtI/AAAAAAAAFLU/XC4MkrEEVTk/s400/DSC_9833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lounging by the "pool" when it was too hot to be inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5DwQL1lI/AAAAAAAAFLk/oDmllY8UpE8/s1600/reagan+swimsuit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511061305673111122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5DwQL1lI/AAAAAAAAFLk/oDmllY8UpE8/s400/reagan+swimsuit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your shades while out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5DSJFfdI/AAAAAAAAFLc/ISopFBwN4Tw/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511061297590271442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5DSJFfdI/AAAAAAAAFLc/ISopFBwN4Tw/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my three favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5EEq8-hI/AAAAAAAAFLs/r8_naIc9x_Q/s1600/reagan+and+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511061311154092562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5EEq8-hI/AAAAAAAAFLs/r8_naIc9x_Q/s400/reagan+and+dad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love- mommy &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/669510995762318221-3104722839786183771?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3104722839786183771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-months-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3104722839786183771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3104722839786183771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-months-already.html' title='4 months already?!?!?'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THs5C4RVXtI/AAAAAAAAFLU/XC4MkrEEVTk/s72-c/DSC_9833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-5342621936440944890</id><published>2010-08-25T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:30:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXttKjIsMI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VuEppQj6iYU/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509571079339290818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXttKjIsMI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VuEppQj6iYU/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXts7c3TMI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/wfCS-m8-5O0/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509571075286453442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXts7c3TMI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/wfCS-m8-5O0/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXtmZ0zDzI/AAAAAAAAFKI/BkZQ4Ck6ISo/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXtmNtb48I/AAAAAAAAFKA/oLKJpdTSzXY/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-5342621936440944890?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/5342621936440944890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5342621936440944890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/5342621936440944890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THXttKjIsMI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VuEppQj6iYU/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3506930414064566278</id><published>2010-08-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:27:50.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>I haven't wanted to say much, but since we have passed the one week mark without incident, I am ready to share...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3sYIKgUI/AAAAAAAAFJU/XioM1KUYycw/s1600/DSC_9992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3sYIKgUI/AAAAAAAAFJU/XioM1KUYycw/s320/DSC_9992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456161013825858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Mase is OFFICIALLY in a big.boy.bed! I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;We made the switch last Sunday and although he was really excited to be able to get in and out on his own, that first nap was a little rough. I didn't know if we were ready, but when he woke up, we talked about how big brothers sleep in big boy beds and apparently that was all he needed to hear. He has walked around the house saying "big boy bed, big boy bed" all.week.long. I have to remember to get Steve to video it, because it is absolutely the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Mason has always been an amazing sleeper- he asks to go take a nap (not every day but it does happen often), he goes down every night between 7:30-8 pm and doesn't get up until about 7am. He rarely wakes in the middle of the night and when he does, I think it's a bad dream so I hold him for one song and lay him back down and he goes back down. And switching to the bed hasn't changed this. It is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although he isn't in focus in this picture- I love that it looks like he is dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3srgagUI/AAAAAAAAFJc/c1dgDWnP0a4/s1600/DSC_9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3srgagUI/AAAAAAAAFJc/c1dgDWnP0a4/s320/DSC_9997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456166215811394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So our next challenges are potty training and loosing the bink. We will  take our time on these.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll just be happy with our new bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3s39G1aI/AAAAAAAAFJk/8Mb3slOtc5w/s1600/DSC_9999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3s39G1aI/AAAAAAAAFJk/8Mb3slOtc5w/s320/DSC_9999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508456169557382562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-3506930414064566278?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3506930414064566278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-boy-bed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3506930414064566278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3506930414064566278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/THH3sYIKgUI/AAAAAAAAFJU/XioM1KUYycw/s72-c/DSC_9992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-755293962439278878</id><published>2010-08-14T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:07:08.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kid with the bucket on his head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mason loves to play this game, where he takes a bucket, puts it on his head and says "mommy, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnR6rmyqI/AAAAAAAAFIY/80bwQhghoOE/s1600/DSC_9850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505482626991311522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnR6rmyqI/AAAAAAAAFIY/80bwQhghoOE/s320/DSC_9850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn toward him, see the bucket on his head and say, "oh no, where is mason? Where did he go?" He then laughs, takes the bucket off his head and continues to put it back on and play the game again, and again and again. This typically goes on for I don't know, 30 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnRwoAbgI/AAAAAAAAFIg/CjtVxdGf-5U/s1600/DSC_9848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505482624291859970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnRwoAbgI/AAAAAAAAFIg/CjtVxdGf-5U/s320/DSC_9848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I was cooking dinner, and we began our game. I continued sauteing my onions and kept up my end "where's mason? Mason, where are you?" Then he came over to my leg, started tapping and saying "Rae? Rae? Rae?" (his name for Reagan) I kept cooking and said, she's in her pappison chair. Suddenly, something told me to turn around and to my surprise this is what I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnSGW39FI/AAAAAAAAFIo/MDvaJE_V_mY/s1600/DSC_9842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505482630125581394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnSGW39FI/AAAAAAAAFIo/MDvaJE_V_mY/s320/DSC_9842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our poor daughter with a bucket over her head. Surprisingly she didn't seem to mind, so I grabbed the camera to capture this moment. He was SO proud of himself, and I have to say including his sister into a mommy-mason game touched my heart. He wants her to be apart of our fun, our laughs, our lives. Let's just keep the bucket off her head for awhile, Mase!&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/669510995762318221-755293962439278878?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/755293962439278878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/kid-with-bucket-on-his-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/755293962439278878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/755293962439278878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/kid-with-bucket-on-his-head.html' title='The kid with the bucket on his head'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TGdnR6rmyqI/AAAAAAAAFIY/80bwQhghoOE/s72-c/DSC_9850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-43202100907451646</id><published>2010-08-06T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:15:30.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on a mama</title><content type='html'>My poor kids have had a long week with me. I have been trying to schedule some appointments so they have spent a lot of time home with me either waiting for someone to come to the house or waiting for the phone to ring and someone to get back to me. They have been troopers through it all and I rewarded them each day with an outing to either a park or a fun afternoon in the backyard with full access to the water table and hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but to capture the two of them waiting on me. I love that they are both snuggled under their own respective blanket. I can tell they are going to be best buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFzk43BfPUI/AAAAAAAAFHs/OQ4tF6wGAMs/s1600/DSC_9815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502524510233902402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFzk43BfPUI/AAAAAAAAFHs/OQ4tF6wGAMs/s320/DSC_9815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently I was in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFzk5Gh4SeI/AAAAAAAAFH0/c64UNDE1lQ0/s1600/DSC_9820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502524514396293602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFzk5Gh4SeI/AAAAAAAAFH0/c64UNDE1lQ0/s320/DSC_9820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-43202100907451646?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/43202100907451646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-on-mama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/43202100907451646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/43202100907451646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-on-mama.html' title='Waiting on a mama'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFzk43BfPUI/AAAAAAAAFHs/OQ4tF6wGAMs/s72-c/DSC_9815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-3055129336598332433</id><published>2010-08-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:30:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend has been crazy! Since all of our playgroup friends are from our parent baby class at Evergreen they were all born within 3 months of each other. We have officially entered birthday season. We had a birthday party on Saturday AND one on Sunday. Mason had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we went to Jump Planet. We have been to jump houses before and Mason has never really been a fan....until today! He loved it. He went wild- I think it helped that Steve was there to get in there and jump with him. Here he is going down the slide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4PeNyGuI/AAAAAAAAFHA/l6GydJXyTTY/s1600/DSC_9759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500645833339706082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4PeNyGuI/AAAAAAAAFHA/l6GydJXyTTY/s320/DSC_9759.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and climbing up it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4PDk4uPI/AAAAAAAAFG4/UpHfzL_8v9s/s1600/DSC_9761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500645826188851442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4PDk4uPI/AAAAAAAAFG4/UpHfzL_8v9s/s320/DSC_9761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday's party was a train theme birthday WITH a train ride. All the kiddos got train hats. Mason loved wearing his hat and riding on the train with dad. Here they are getting ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4OezeY9I/AAAAAAAAFGw/pj-kMQ1LUL0/s1600/DSC_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500645816317928402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4OezeY9I/AAAAAAAAFGw/pj-kMQ1LUL0/s320/DSC_9789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason enjoying his cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4OO-haPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/kqKntH1vocc/s1600/DSC_9809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500645812069296370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4OO-haPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/kqKntH1vocc/s320/DSC_9809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Reagan slept through both parties. Notice Reagans baby doll- she loves it and falls asleep with it all the time. I love that she is still holding it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4N9HtyNI/AAAAAAAAFGg/cxp6jszmZxk/s1600/DSC_9806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500645807276017874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4N9HtyNI/AAAAAAAAFGg/cxp6jszmZxk/s320/DSC_9806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't wait to celebrate more of our friends turning 2!&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/669510995762318221-3055129336598332433?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/3055129336598332433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3055129336598332433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/3055129336598332433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-weekend.html' title='Party Weekend'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/SpMbb66Og0I/AAAAAAAADIk/z_ZY_3J5O7Q/S220/1078-92781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TFY4PeNyGuI/AAAAAAAAFHA/l6GydJXyTTY/s72-c/DSC_9759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669510995762318221.post-1591473284783807782</id><published>2010-07-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:40:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I meant to blog little details about Mason's birthday before today, but time got away from me. So I'll start from the beginning. I really wanted to throw a monkey party, until I realized my little guy isn't into monkey's- he is into trucks. And seeing how it's his day, not mine, I changed my plans and went for the construction route. Here is his invitation. I got it on etsy and LOVED it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6jqxfAdI/AAAAAAAAFFg/F4zTty3ikFE/s1600/mason+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692892075852242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6jqxfAdI/AAAAAAAAFFg/F4zTty3ikFE/s320/mason+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embroidered his shirt and I loved how it turned out. I found the truck online and then added the two into the dirt. I have made both of his birthday shirts and I want to continue this tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6jGOP0LI/AAAAAAAAFFY/2LJ4KD2v2BM/s1600/DSC_9593.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692882264379570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6jGOP0LI/AAAAAAAAFFY/2LJ4KD2v2BM/s320/DSC_9593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something simple for favors- after all Mason and his friends are only two so I found these dump truck crayons on etsy and again fell in love with them. They were super cute and everyone walked away with crayons and a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6isv6hzI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/HUX3hgu0j5s/s1600/DSC_9597.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692875426268978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6isv6hzI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/HUX3hgu0j5s/s320/DSC_9597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a truck up close. The lady I got them from was awesome and even wrapped them and added the thank you tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6ifY_PPI/AAAAAAAAFFI/7Id8lOHLI_o/s1600/DSC_9599.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692871840447730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6ifY_PPI/AAAAAAAAFFI/7Id8lOHLI_o/s320/DSC_9599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought and thought and thought about what to do as a cake for this party. I really wanted to make his cake, but again, with two kiddos my time is limited, so you can imagine my excitement when I found this idea on line. I just baked a cake, frosted it, and smeared crumbled oreo's on top and placed it inside one of Mason's trucks. Then I found cone candles at a local party store. Again, I was very pleased with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6iJImSvI/AAAAAAAAFFA/WJUsiKXD7bg/s1600/DSC_9601.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692865866124018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6iJImSvI/AAAAAAAAFFA/WJUsiKXD7bg/s320/DSC_9601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Here is Mason checking out his shirt. Sweet boy wouldn't look at the camera so I'm hoping some friends got better pics of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6T2Xq_AI/AAAAAAAAFE4/SKju3omM7t4/s1600/DSC_9605.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692620310903810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6T2Xq_AI/AAAAAAAAFE4/SKju3omM7t4/s320/DSC_9605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was awesome while I was setting up for the party. Here she is smiling at me, while I was setting up the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6TieCdqI/AAAAAAAAFEw/n_NBJp3V1NA/s1600/DSC_9609.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692614968899234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6TieCdqI/AAAAAAAAFEw/n_NBJp3V1NA/s320/DSC_9609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is part of the party area. We decided to have the party at our house so that if need be Reagan could have her room and all her equipment (swing, pappizon, etc) We have a huge backyard so we set up tables, Mason's slides, swing, water table, basketball goal, and truck ramps. We ended up having 19 adults, 11 toddlers, and 2 infants at the party. I can't believe 30 people fit very comfortably in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6TA4YyQI/AAAAAAAAFEo/-g2dk9D-AQA/s1600/DSC_9613.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692605952608514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6TA4YyQI/AAAAAAAAFEo/-g2dk9D-AQA/s320/DSC_9613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I took a ton of pictures of the kids playing and eating but I loved this one with a few of his friends. It looks like a double date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6S8ikRHI/AAAAAAAAFEg/sPGyi6uJxD0/s1600/DSC_9632-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692604787344498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6S8ikRHI/AAAAAAAAFEg/sPGyi6uJxD0/s320/DSC_9632-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; After everyone left, we opened presents. Here is Mason after the destruction. We are very blessed to have our Seattle family to celebrate with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6SXDIeTI/AAAAAAAAFEY/bwxE0JrXULk/s1600/DSC_9696.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692594723387698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XRFW0g0a8Fc/TEu6SXDIeTI/AAAAAAAAFEY/bwxE0JrXULk/s320/DSC_9696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/669510995762318221-1591473284783807782?l=momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/feeds/1591473284783807782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/07/masons-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1591473284783807782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/669510995762318221/posts/default/1591473284783807782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmarlowes.blogspot.com/2010/07/masons-birthday-party.html' title='Mason&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://sch
