<?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-31916489</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:08:45.246-05:00</updated><category term='Christmas 2006'/><category term='Baldie'/><title type='text'>A Place For Tigger</title><subtitle type='html'>They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy 
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN! 
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers 
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I think it was a great, great aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;Two nights ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;Sometimes.  Not when I'm writing in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham or turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Do you have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;Yes, two boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;You  think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I used to want to, but now that I have a family, it doesn't appeal to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;Apple Jacks, Maple and brown sugar Shredded Wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Do you think you are strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;Are we talking mentally or physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Do you believe in life after death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233179939_1"&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;Breyer's rocky road, mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What is the first think you notice about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Their smile and eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;RED OR PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What is your least favorite thing about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;That I can be negative towards myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Who do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; My family in UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ARE YOU RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What was the last think you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A bowl of Apple Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;The movie, "Cars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;Forest Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What is your favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Babies right after a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Favorite Pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Favorite sports to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Football and Hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;EYE COLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What is your shoe size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 8 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;FAVORITE FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Scary movies or happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233179939_2"&gt;Happy Endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Last movie you saw in Theaters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233179939_3"&gt;Twilight--I don't get to the movies very often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;White, with a black tee underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;HUGS OR KISSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;FAVORITE DESSERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thing chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in; font-weight: bold;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;"Breaking Dawn" By Stephanie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Plain blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T. V. LAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;American Idol and Fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Calgary, AB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can't think of any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233179939_5"&gt;Garden Grove, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-283215456308791824?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/283215456308791824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=283215456308791824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/283215456308791824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/283215456308791824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-you-named-after-anyone-yes-but-im.html' title='Getting to Know Me'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-4054430370971524741</id><published>2008-11-18T17:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:30.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e254dca811df1cd4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3fdeada30cf0768%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50BE04B97D21A7F7D9464DCCC490D65352D62F53.552C20C7E4F520E891479EA7603256212115A206%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3fdeada30cf0768%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPL5v7XbV2xo3R6HAkip0cDj11eI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some random videos of the boys.  The first one is of Colton playing Guitar Hero: World Tour.  He became obsessed with the drums right away.  The other one is of Logan waving his hands around and just being cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-4054430370971524741?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3fdeada30cf0768&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e254dca811df1cd4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/4054430370971524741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=4054430370971524741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4054430370971524741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4054430370971524741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys.html' title='The boys'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-7789077820957433717</id><published>2008-11-18T16:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:17:19.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Colton's latest obsession is the movie &lt;em&gt;Cars&lt;/em&gt;. I swear he has seen it hundreds of times. Ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but he has seen it alot. It is a daily movie that we watch in our household. He knows every line, what is going to happen next, and the words to the songs. It's funny to watch him, because he really gets into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-833672dc0a053709" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D833672dc0a053709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BE801FEEAB20D662F3A4F17619D93EC72E254C4.242CAE85800CD467037896C63114115CFE455640%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D833672dc0a053709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNPnvDj12cXRBTQAcBZ97E2swTkI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D833672dc0a053709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BE801FEEAB20D662F3A4F17619D93EC72E254C4.242CAE85800CD467037896C63114115CFE455640%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D833672dc0a053709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNPnvDj12cXRBTQAcBZ97E2swTkI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e264b7c627d6d856" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De264b7c627d6d856%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA98209C8412AEA59C0CE4345FFA3C315CA66AF.587AA30F9E28F7C692B5C9B6473D79174F6C1B98%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De264b7c627d6d856%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcEOMcVwAJSx5RFk1sSjPI4z2W3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De264b7c627d6d856%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA98209C8412AEA59C0CE4345FFA3C315CA66AF.587AA30F9E28F7C692B5C9B6473D79174F6C1B98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De264b7c627d6d856%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcEOMcVwAJSx5RFk1sSjPI4z2W3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-7789077820957433717?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/7789077820957433717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=7789077820957433717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7789077820957433717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7789077820957433717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/11/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-6680928830496075352</id><published>2008-10-31T19:54:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:45:08.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, Halloween. What can I say. To say the least, it has been an interesting day. Unfortunately, it began way too early. Like, 5:00 Am or sooner. Logan was having a restless night for some reason and kept moving around and making lots of noise in his crib, which kept waking me up. Aaron's tooth was bothering him, and had been for a while now. He kept tossing and turning, which kept waking me up. Colton kept on coughing, which I could here from his room, and kept waking me up. Finally, about 5:00, after being awake since 4:00 AM and laying in bed, I got up and thought I should catch up on e-mails and wish my friends and family a Happy Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around 6:00 AM I went back up to my room hopefully to catch some Z's for about an hour. Didn't get much of that. Before I went back into my room, I checked on Colton and found that he was running a fever. Oh great. He just got over being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day continues with Aaron going to the dentist and getting his tooth pulled and then having to go back to work. Colton was all right most of the day, as long as I kept medicine in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then comes getting ready for trick-or-treating. Oh, boy. At the last minute I decided to dress up as a enthusiastic Duke Blue Devil's fan. You'll see from the pictures. Logan was dressed up as Tigger. But, he started to get fussy and just wanted me to sit by him. When I tried to put Colton's Elmo costume on him, he freaked out. He wanted anything but to have that on him. As any wonderful mom would do, I kept it on him and still tried to take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trick-or-treating sure was a "treat". I say that sarcastically. I don't know if it was him not feeling well, but he didn't want anyone to put candy into his bucket. I usually just took the candy from the people and put it in my bag. Needless to say, we weren't out for very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we are at home, after picking up Aaron from work (he wasn't able to drive himself because of the pain meds), and just relaxing and finally catching up on my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490832012599490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutBkii4MI/AAAAAAAAAlo/my2FmMsVJBY/s320/P1030309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The pumpkin I carved the Monday before Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490844373782834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutCSlrkTI/AAAAAAAAAlw/C7dAHWQbqa4/s320/P1030311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490858931512050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutDI0g4vI/AAAAAAAAAl4/OiL6pqtEcr8/s320/P1030316.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Logan, showing off his Halloween bib&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490869034953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutDudXKeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/AXO5zRYfSTc/s320/P1030318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Colton, watching his new favorite show, &lt;em&gt;Arthur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490871406882722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutD3S376I/AAAAAAAAAmI/tmKxSa3lOhU/s320/P1030320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taking a break from watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492835388008610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuu2LsdqKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/W48OxAKSYwU/s320/P1030324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tigger.  TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492841755748194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuu2japp2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/3X2Y3-HKAww/s320/P1030327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The big bad Duke Blue Devils fan.  See the shiner?  Got into a fight with a UNC fan.  You think I look bad, you should see the other guy.  Ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492855291212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuu3V1wcmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lbiKcrY7Wyk/s320/P1030330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A very unhappy Elmo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492860366139762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuu3ovtsXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0RL3IP_-aU8/s320/P1030332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trying to get a mommy, Elmo shot--not working too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263492862906944770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuu3yNfTQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3JAnGPPLxjA/s320/P1030334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's a little happier now.  This is right before we went out trick-or-treating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263493486500571794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQuvcFRy6pI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ycSDodXd828/s320/P1030338.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Logan and me at Jiffy Lube&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-6680928830496075352?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/6680928830496075352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=6680928830496075352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6680928830496075352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6680928830496075352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SQutBkii4MI/AAAAAAAAAlo/my2FmMsVJBY/s72-c/P1030309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-1193218274694144868</id><published>2008-10-25T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:11:46.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things</title><content type='html'>A) Four places that I would like to go over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Home to visit my parents&lt;br /&gt;2. North Carolina-OBX&lt;br /&gt;3. Alberta, Canada&lt;br /&gt;4. Disneyland/Disneyworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Four people who e-mail me (regularly):&lt;br /&gt;1. My MOM&lt;br /&gt;2. Updates from church&lt;br /&gt;3. Facebook Updates&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby web sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Four of my favorite places to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;2. Gma and Gpa Clement's&lt;br /&gt;3. Chipotle&lt;br /&gt;4. Panera Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking a drive in the mountains looking at the fall leaves&lt;br /&gt;2. In Utah with my family&lt;br /&gt;3. In NC with Aaron's family&lt;br /&gt;4. Anywhere warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Four TV shows I watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;2. House&lt;br /&gt;3. Bones&lt;br /&gt;4. The Ellen DeGeneres Show&lt;br /&gt;5. Sesame Street (for Colton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-1193218274694144868?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/1193218274694144868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=1193218274694144868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1193218274694144868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1193218274694144868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-things.html' title='Four Things'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-7353744600824873546</id><published>2008-10-08T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:20:43.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still here</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been bugged  by my cuz to update.  I was on here for a brief moment checking up on some friends and thought I would atleast tell you that we are still alive.  This week is kind of crazy, because I'm trying to get ready for a show.  Hopefully, next week, I will be able to post some pics and stuff on here to update ya'll.  For now, know that we love you guys and miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-7353744600824873546?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/7353744600824873546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=7353744600824873546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7353744600824873546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7353744600824873546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-still-here.html' title='We are still here'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-5301885861195688640</id><published>2008-09-02T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:37:15.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun New Tag</title><content type='html'>You can only type one word. Do the first word that comes to mind. I tag whoever wants to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? next to me&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? work&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? dark blonde&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? wonderful&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? random&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? time with hubby&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? too weird&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? be happy&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? living room&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? children&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? failure&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? in my dream home&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Meeting for work&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? optomistic&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? $$$&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? made a phone call&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? clothes&lt;br /&gt;19 Your TV? an outlet&lt;br /&gt;20. Your Pet? none&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? lovin' it&lt;br /&gt;22 Your mood? tired&lt;br /&gt;23 Missing someone? my family&lt;br /&gt;24 Your car? white&lt;br /&gt;25 Something you're not wearing? make-up&lt;br /&gt;26 Favorite store? Walmart&lt;br /&gt;27 Your summer? hot&lt;br /&gt;28 Love someone? of course&lt;br /&gt;29 Your favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;30 When is the last time you laughed? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;31 Last time you cried? can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you do it, it's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-5301885861195688640?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/5301885861195688640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=5301885861195688640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/5301885861195688640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/5301885861195688640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-new-tag.html' title='Fun New Tag'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-7268733629119483069</id><published>2008-08-28T09:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:41:51.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being Random</title><content type='html'>Not much has happened this month.  "Nothing to shout about,"  people say.  The boys just continue to get bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is getting excited about his trip to Texas.  Jiffy Lube, in conjunction with TX7, an engine additive company, holds a contest each year.  Whichever store is the top sellers of the TX7 product wins a trip to the Texas Motor Speedway and gets to drive a NASCAR race car.  Needless to say, Aaron is very giddy over this trip.  He went last year and had a blast.  The only bad part (for me, at least), I have to stay home and fly solo with the two kids for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the month I went to &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;party.  It was to celebrate the release of the 4th book in the series called &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn.  &lt;/em&gt;We all dressed up in prom dresses (because the main characters went to the prom in &lt;em&gt;Twilight), &lt;/em&gt;ate food, and just had a blast.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Later, we went to the book store (yes, in our prom dresses), and attended their pre-release party for the book.  Now, if you have not heard of the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; series, I am very surprised.  But for those who have not heard of this book series, they consist of 4 different books featuring the characters, Edward and Bella.  Edward is a vampire and Bella is a mortal, who are madly in love with each other.  I don't think I have ever done something like dress up and go to a midnight release for anything before.  But, I had so much fun, and it was very nice to have a night out.  I don't have any pictures yet of me in my prom dress.  I have to keep bugging my sister-in-law for them, who took them with her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colton still continues to act like a two year old.  He still just copies what people say.  Sometimes you can understand it and other times, you really have no idea what he is saying.  His favorite new phrase is "I stuck."  I have no idea where he picked it up from, but he says it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan is 4 1/2 months and babbles and giggles continually.  He's figured out that he can roll from his stomach to his back.  Doesn't like being on his stomach much--he can't look around him as much.  He's a very curious little boy.  Always has to see what's going on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxwAZJS4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/l-GOMBhbh_4/s1600-h/P1030164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570654789454722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxwAZJS4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/l-GOMBhbh_4/s320/P1030164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like he is distressed in this picture, but he's actually pretending to have a camera infront of his face and he's saying "cheese".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxwdBqxiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Jb9eS0JFF64/s1600-h/P1030173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570662475613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxwdBqxiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Jb9eS0JFF64/s320/P1030173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves to read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxw4_3hlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ocS9t9OuPU0/s1600-h/P1030180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570669984253522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxw4_3hlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ocS9t9OuPU0/s320/P1030180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to see this picutre, but Colt is sitting right in between his cousins while they play video games.  He likes to feel like he's one of the "big boys". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawuNPzVSI/AAAAAAAAAac/kMJ_dVOniKM/s1600-h/P1030159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569524368561442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawuNPzVSI/AAAAAAAAAac/kMJ_dVOniKM/s320/P1030159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another "cheese" shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawu6NVNCI/AAAAAAAAAak/hvLSc_Jtxrc/s1600-h/P1030157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569536437793826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawu6NVNCI/AAAAAAAAAak/hvLSc_Jtxrc/s320/P1030157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waaaasuuuuup!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawvCG7MNI/AAAAAAAAAas/So0wUsOUUsc/s1600-h/August+2008001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569538558406866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawvCG7MNI/AAAAAAAAAas/So0wUsOUUsc/s320/August+2008001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chillin' with Scotty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawvjHV41I/AAAAAAAAAa0/REACTOFrxbc/s1600-h/August+2008002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569547418526546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLawvjHV41I/AAAAAAAAAa0/REACTOFrxbc/s320/August+2008002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZZZZZZ.......&lt;br /&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/31916489-7268733629119483069?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/7268733629119483069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=7268733629119483069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7268733629119483069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7268733629119483069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-being-random.html' title='Just Being Random'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLaxwAZJS4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/l-GOMBhbh_4/s72-c/P1030164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-4333100864436158552</id><published>2008-07-22T14:36:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:13.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Recent News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;      Man oh man. I keep telling myself that I will be so good and keep up with my blog. Yeah, right. Between two kids and trying to run my at home business, oh and try to keep up with housework (you mean, I have to do that too?), I can't seem to find any time. Occasionally, I pop onto my Facebook and MySpace accounts and add little things here and there, but not too often. So, once again, I apologize to my beloved friends, family, and devoted fans for not keeping them up with our lives. I'm hoping for now, maybe I can make a goal to update my blog once a month. I'm crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Let me try to recap what has been going on the last couple of months. The summer so far, has been pretty uneventful, which isn't always a bad thing. In June, my dad, mom, brother and sister came out here for Logan's baby blessing. We were also blessed with Aaron's dad, step-mom and her mother, Cookie, being able to come up for the occasion. It was so great to see them. Unfortunately, my dad was only able to stay for one day. Yep, you read that right, one day. They flew in on the evening of June 14th. They were delayed a couple of hours. Due to bad weather, they had to fly into Baltimore, stay on the plane, while it was gassing up, and then they finally made it to Dulles. Because my dad was unable to get time off, he could only stay until Sunday and left after the blessing Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932729573316242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-IR5OFpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bI0E3a0wjmc/s320/DSCN4091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessing Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932723256727890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-H6XOmVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qJRRIwg8Fb0/s320/DSCN4085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, Julia, Rob, Mom, Colton, Aaron, Sarah, and Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932727903859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-ILrMM3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/hPCdqkRiVWQ/s320/DSCN4086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four generations: Grandpa Clement, Dad Halcrow, Rob, Colton, Aaron, and Dad McRoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932737256211922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-Iug9xdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RzfG8uq775s/s320/DSCN4096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousins: Isabelle, Logan and Colton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932741632145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-I-0RObI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EcjsujZdVss/s320/DSCN4102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron with his mom and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Mom, Julia, and Rob got to stay for a whole week. It was nice being able to spend time with my family. I miss them tons. We hung around my house and watched movies, went for a drive along Skyline drive and went shopping at the Leesburg Outlet mall. But like most things in life, the week went by way too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225957379604333026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIZUjGalweI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2q2J63VTMKY/s320/100_1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Logan and Sarah showing off the view on Skyline Drive.  This is as close to mountains as I can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225957389566677570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIZUjrhzEkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3uVCpQ2HhhM/s320/100_1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Colt and LJ hanging out with Uncle Rob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     One week after my family left, Aaron's sister moved in with us. It's a tight squeeze--she has to share a room with Colton and Logan is in with us, but we're making due. We are just happy that we are able to help her out. The part I enjoy is having another adult female around. First of all, it's nice to be able to talk to another "grown-up". I'm sure all you mommy's out there can relate. Second of all, she's another girl on my team. I'm a minority (gender wise) in my own home, and so it is nice to have someone else to back me up. Especially when Aaron is giving me a hard time about the things girls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; July, so far, has really been the uneventful month. The only thing that has happened to throw everything out of wack (or so it seems like it has) was that our computer was nice enough to allow a virus to visit and stay (she says sarcastically). We had to take our computer to Circuit City to have them totally wipe the hard drive clean and get rid of the virus. Luckily, they were able to back up our hard drive and nothing was lost. Yeah!! I know we are very lucky that they were able to do that. We've had our computer crash before and have lost some info/pictures that we failed to back up. Anyways, after about a week, we got our computer back. Now I've just been starting the gruelling task of trying to re-load all of our programs back on. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Now I guess, I should talk about the kids individually (because I know that's who you really want to know about--nudge, nudge, wink, wink, &lt;em&gt;grandparents&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colton, what can I say about him? He is definitely two years old. Two and a half to be exact. He goes around dancing and singing and mimicking what people say. Some days I swear that I have a parrot, rather than a little boy. His latest thing is to fake burb after someone else (usually his daddy does), usually to the disgust of our near by family members. I get after Aaron to say "excuse me" and then Colt follows suit and says "'cuse me". We haven't really tried the potty training thing yet, but he has gone in the potty a couple of times before his bath, which we are VERY happy about. Colton absolutely loves his little brother. For the most part, he doesn't pay too much attention to him--usually because he is too busy playing with his cars, but throughout the day he will give LJ a kiss on the head, foot, leg, or arm. Every time we tell Colton that we love him, he automatically gives us a kiss. Aaron taught him to &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; "I love you", and it usually comes out "I &lt;em&gt;wa&lt;/em&gt; ou!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225957429418884914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIZUl__TfzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/glp1aa1-Ms4/s320/100_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing at Jim Barnett Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225957441101812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIZUmrgu0VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/aBpwCBmNYqY/s320/P1030126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Showing off his artistic abilities--It goes on the &lt;em&gt;paper?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     Logan is three and a half months old. He just keeps on getting bigger and bigger. He's fussier than Colton was, so we are just trying to adjust to that. He's starting to coo, smile and giggle. He even tries to sit up when he's in his bouncer or car seat. My favorite thing to do with him, is tickle him when I'm changing him. His giggle could melt the heart of the coldest person. He's also starting to try to roll over--I think. He grabs his toes and rocks a little from side to side. That's a start, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225957416285018386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIZUlPD8mRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/q9LWNmRx7Qs/s320/100_1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Just chillin' in the car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226218822915175330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIdCVGpRs6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/B8uS3zL5_2c/s320/DSCN4115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Oh, pretty please?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Not much else is new with Aaron and me. Aaron is still working at Jiffy Lube. He's started a project with his grandpa and cousins. They are buying a couple of "needs work" jeeps to fix up for twins, Josh and Austin. It will take a good while to finish these project cars, but I know that Aaron is going to enjoy getting dirty and spending time with the boys and his grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for me, I'm just plugging away at being a mom and trying to run my business.  After taking a long break from my business, I'm trying to get it up and going again. It's going pretty well. My biggest challenge is trying to find someone to host a party. With these summer months, many people are away on vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well, that's it for us. Hopefully you feel like you've been substantially updated with our family. As I mentioned before, I'm hoping that I can update at least once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-4333100864436158552?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/4333100864436158552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=4333100864436158552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4333100864436158552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4333100864436158552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-recent-news.html' title='Finally, Recent News!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SIY-IR5OFpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bI0E3a0wjmc/s72-c/DSCN4091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-68356137043907751</id><published>2008-06-02T14:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:15.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WMZQ Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I went back through my old posts and found that I had uploaded these pictures, but never posted them.  This event happened at the end of May.  Ha ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following tradition, Aaron's mom, me and a friend of ours, April, went to the WMZQ fest.  It's an all day concert that a local radio station hosts.  We had a blast--just like the other years that I have gone.  It was nice to be away from the boys and be human for the day and to just hang out and have fun.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKquZoj7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gefRRxPyego/s1600-h/May%20pictures%202008%20062[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369167017643954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKquZoj7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gefRRxPyego/s320/May%2520pictures%25202008%2520062%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deb and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKrJxCEEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/D85-JFKq3mQ/s1600-h/May%20pictures%202008%20072[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369174363541570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKrJxCEEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/D85-JFKq3mQ/s320/May%2520pictures%25202008%2520072%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting a dolphin painted on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKrzgVBcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/P8T3Wsjgwxg/s1600-h/P1020868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369185567770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKrzgVBcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/P8T3Wsjgwxg/s320/P1020868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April and Deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKsWAYZWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m-CKpBf6egM/s1600-h/P1020877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207369194829014370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKsWAYZWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m-CKpBf6egM/s320/P1020877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting an autograph from Tracy Byrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIr8FfuvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AJsHJV_eygw/s1600-h/P1020878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207366988847889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIr8FfuvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AJsHJV_eygw/s320/P1020878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIs6K1UhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JEHR8TkrLmY/s1600-h/P1020882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367005513273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIs6K1UhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JEHR8TkrLmY/s320/P1020882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac Brown Band--they're sort of a "new and upcoming" band.  They were pretty good.  Since then I have heard a couple of their songs on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERItWTmXjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/K8navGwmbcI/s1600-h/P1020883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367013066235442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERItWTmXjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/K8navGwmbcI/s320/P1020883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIuET64XI/AAAAAAAAAXM/h7u2OQL9X9Q/s1600-h/P1020898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367025415610738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIuET64XI/AAAAAAAAAXM/h7u2OQL9X9Q/s320/P1020898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy Byrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIvVRowxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/VysmebEORIU/s1600-h/P1020910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367047149306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERIvVRowxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/VysmebEORIU/s320/P1020910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHAmKEMfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ItM7L8K8RfA/s1600-h/P1030119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365144715473394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHAmKEMfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ItM7L8K8RfA/s320/P1030119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugarland.  They both got into these giant, plastic balls and ran around on top of the crowd.  Pretty crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHB6O2YfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/s-7mUW55i6s/s1600-h/P1030077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365167284118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHB6O2YfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/s-7mUW55i6s/s320/P1030077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHC3xIi_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xc6XghKq0jA/s1600-h/P1030071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365183802477554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHC3xIi_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xc6XghKq0jA/s320/P1030071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHD8zZwWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/CTBa--ko6zA/s1600-h/P1030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365202334040418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHD8zZwWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/CTBa--ko6zA/s320/P1030024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phil Vasser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHFIVuKJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-d4VIqlxKqs/s1600-h/P1030013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207365222610643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERHFIVuKJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-d4VIqlxKqs/s320/P1030013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31916489-68356137043907751?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/68356137043907751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=68356137043907751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/68356137043907751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/68356137043907751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/06/wmzq-fest-2008.html' title='WMZQ Fest 2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERKquZoj7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/gefRRxPyego/s72-c/May%2520pictures%25202008%2520062%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-2642663835628261358</id><published>2008-06-02T14:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:16.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Dominion 2008</title><content type='html'>May 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our cousin, Dan, we have these pictures.  I can not believe that I did not take any pictures of the annual Jiffy Lube picinic at Kings Dominion.  Let me just say one thing.  It was HOT!  Usually Aaron's grandparents are there with their RV so we can sit in the AC and get some kind of relief.  But they were in UT with their RV, so, we had to fend for ourselves.  Here is a bunch of pictures of Colton eating lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREjyZqw7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/nWcBYXGcGqI/s1600-h/Colton+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362450762679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREjyZqw7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/nWcBYXGcGqI/s320/Colton+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheetos.  Crunch, crunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREksGRGhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QtdE2Um_HIQ/s1600-h/Colton+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362466250562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREksGRGhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QtdE2Um_HIQ/s320/Colton+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice and orange. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERElcZ_lxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yBEG-VyhrVQ/s1600-h/Colton+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362479218202386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERElcZ_lxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yBEG-VyhrVQ/s320/Colton+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Laura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREl_yGptI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0H1F9Y2UTZM/s1600-h/Colton+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362488714569426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREl_yGptI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0H1F9Y2UTZM/s320/Colton+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREmjK5QcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ce9X_QiI0Mw/s1600-h/Colton+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362498213790146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREmjK5QcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ce9X_QiI0Mw/s320/Colton+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207363258630558098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERFSz8YUZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GTS_YhcnSUg/s320/Colton+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; More orange stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207363266808636050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SERFTSaL4pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0_Gf2Tmk3O8/s320/Colton+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-2642663835628261358?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/2642663835628261358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=2642663835628261358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/2642663835628261358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/2642663835628261358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/06/kings-dominion-2008.html' title='Kings Dominion 2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SEREjyZqw7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/nWcBYXGcGqI/s72-c/Colton+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-6899712094989628732</id><published>2008-05-20T15:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:17.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;6/13/08 (Happy Friday the 13th bwaa haa haa). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, having a toddler running around, a new baby, and trying to start my Tastefully Simple business back up, I find it very difficult to keep my friends and family up on our lives. I try to let some friends and family updated through e-mail, MySpace, and Facebook, but even then, I find it very difficult. I don't mean to make excuses, but I guess that is just life. So, I hope my dear friends and family are forgiving when I don't let you know what is going on right away. With that being said, I will now try to update. Keep in mind, it is now 11:41 PM--yawn :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another year, another family reunion. The weekend of May 10th was the annual family reunion in North Carolina. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY5jgHsCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6-Lpq84V_kI/s1600-h/P1020855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202599740348805154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY5jgHsCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6-Lpq84V_kI/s320/P1020855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most recent family picture. Like most two year olds, we had quite a time getting Colt to hold still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY6DgHsDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ArT9qtPRI84/s1600-h/P1020858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202599748938739762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY6DgHsDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ArT9qtPRI84/s320/P1020858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmm....strawberries! Wanna see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5CTgHr6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/K2LWnOtv4GU/s1600-h/P1020842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564706300571554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5CTgHr6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/K2LWnOtv4GU/s320/P1020842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, Mary Lee, Logan, and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202599753233707074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY6TgHsEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_VOPkuWLcUE/s320/P1020862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taking a dip in the pool. It was really nice. The shallow end was only about a foot deep, so Colt could stand up on his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5DDgHr7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZnlrPQ-p6QM/s1600-h/P1020843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564719185473458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5DDgHr7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZnlrPQ-p6QM/s320/P1020843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brrrrrr........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5ETgHr8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/B7Sd9WpJLMg/s1600-h/P1020847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564740660309954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5ETgHr8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/B7Sd9WpJLMg/s320/P1020847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan with his cousin, Nathanial. I think they are about 4 months apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5FDgHr9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/nen--GRZ2go/s1600-h/P1020850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564753545211858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5FDgHr9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/nen--GRZ2go/s320/P1020850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scotty "claims" he is not good with kids. Yeah, right. He's the only one that can calm Logan down at times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5GDgHr-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/j4-oevff4yw/s1600-h/P1020852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564770725081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDM5GDgHr-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/j4-oevff4yw/s320/P1020852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin' by the Neuse River with our cousins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, there ARE more posts to follow. I have already uploaded pictures, I just need to add lables, stories, etc. before I post them. The are coming. . .I promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-6899712094989628732?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/6899712094989628732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=6899712094989628732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6899712094989628732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6899712094989628732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-reunion-2008.html' title='Family Reunion 2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SDNY5jgHsCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6-Lpq84V_kI/s72-c/P1020855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-614230870443227989</id><published>2008-04-21T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:18.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World 4/10/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I guess I'm a little slow at this.  I had actually downloaded the pictures on here a couple of weeks ago.   I must have forgotten that I needed to finish the post.  I blame that on having two kids.  You tend to get distracted and forget things.  Any one who has kids can agree with me, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, here are a few pictures of our little Logan.  Although, now that he's four weeks old, (Yikes)  he doesn't seem all that little anymore.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzluHQN9BI/AAAAAAAAATU/j5N9-6ke7-w/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777050835153938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzluHQN9BI/AAAAAAAAATU/j5N9-6ke7-w/s320/P1020805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First picture of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlunQN9CI/AAAAAAAAATc/cSQs83ZhEo8/s1600-h/P1020795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777059425088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlunQN9CI/AAAAAAAAATc/cSQs83ZhEo8/s320/P1020795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlvHQN9DI/AAAAAAAAATk/PSDI0bgW2LQ/s1600-h/P1020816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777068015023154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlvHQN9DI/AAAAAAAAATk/PSDI0bgW2LQ/s320/P1020816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totally wiped out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777072309990466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlvXQN9EI/AAAAAAAAATs/IjYY4dDR83s/s320/P1020808.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlv3QN9FI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kGWec7HnQzo/s1600-h/P1020813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777080899925074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzlv3QN9FI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kGWec7HnQzo/s320/P1020813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I don't look like a supermodel in this picture, but it was the only one with me and Logan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-614230870443227989?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/614230870443227989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=614230870443227989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/614230870443227989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/614230870443227989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-world-4102008.html' title='Welcome to the World 4/10/2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SAzluHQN9BI/AAAAAAAAATU/j5N9-6ke7-w/s72-c/P1020805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-493735457644956614</id><published>2008-03-28T15:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:20.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are our pictures from Easter 2008. We went down to Grandma and Grandpa Clements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892609175902098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1VXi7tV5I/AAAAAAAAARc/i_4SRzbj1sc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, I couldn't resist. This sign has been up for months. It's placed at the beginning of Grandma and Grandpa's long driveway. It's supposed to "remind" Aaron to slow down, but I'm not quite sure it does it's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892613470869410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1VXy7tV6I/AAAAAAAAARk/0c-aeivk79A/s320/DSC_0028A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Taking a nap before dinner. Isn't that supposed to happen AFTER dinner? That's right. That happens at Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1YQi7tWEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W-pPM-spxxk/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182895787451701314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1YQi7tWEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W-pPM-spxxk/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scotty--taking advantage of the massage chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892622060804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1VYS7tV7I/AAAAAAAAARs/TCTsvVEYpEc/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colt, Austin, Danny, and Josh playing video games to kill the time. Ok, Colton more like watched them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892630650738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1VYy7tV9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/uxVM2k369bo/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Easter Egg Hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182912177046902898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1nKi7tWHI/AAAAAAAAATM/icu8Kqvsyt8/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking for goodies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XGS7tV-I/AAAAAAAAASE/j72IfuQG7wA/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894511846414306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XGS7tV-I/AAAAAAAAASE/j72IfuQG7wA/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colt didn't quite get the whole concept of gathering the eggs. Instead of putting them in his basket, he would immediately open the egg, empty out the contents on the floor, and then throw the egg on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894516141381618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XGi7tV_I/AAAAAAAAASM/nrXBACok-qs/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Pregger mamma following the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XGy7tWAI/AAAAAAAAASU/wbeKclDQNF8/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894520436348930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XGy7tWAI/AAAAAAAAASU/wbeKclDQNF8/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmm....food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182895791746668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1YQy7tWFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zIrhIwJ-944/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The "kids" table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XHC7tWBI/AAAAAAAAASc/L30jqE2m5jk/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894524731316242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XHC7tWBI/AAAAAAAAASc/L30jqE2m5jk/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing basketball--Colt and Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XHi7tWCI/AAAAAAAAASk/uYBsOomMTN8/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894533321250850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1XHi7tWCI/AAAAAAAAASk/uYBsOomMTN8/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slam dunk! Watch out NCAA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182910540664363106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1lrS7tWGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sx34dztzjmE/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Next NFL draft pick, maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-493735457644956614?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/493735457644956614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=493735457644956614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/493735457644956614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/493735457644956614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1VXi7tV5I/AAAAAAAAARc/i_4SRzbj1sc/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-6427542075254269116</id><published>2008-03-28T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:20.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1TQy7tV4I/AAAAAAAAARU/rvWqZa6TQj4/s1600-h/P1020762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182890294188529538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1TQy7tV4I/AAAAAAAAARU/rvWqZa6TQj4/s320/P1020762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken on March 18th with 4 weeks to go! The time has gone by so fast, but yet has dragged on (especially this last month). It's almost scary how soon the baby will be coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have made an appointment to have the baby induced on April 7th. That way we can have some family in town when we have the baby (most of the family is heading out to Utah for a wedding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-6427542075254269116?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/6427542075254269116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=6427542075254269116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6427542075254269116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6427542075254269116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/03/preggo.html' title='Preggers!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R-1TQy7tV4I/AAAAAAAAARU/rvWqZa6TQj4/s72-c/P1020762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-7079274448706122415</id><published>2008-02-20T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:22.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party at Grandma's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are pictures from the party we had at Grandma's house the Sunday following Colt's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjmS_jSLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AqxIwaci48Q/s1600-h/P1020698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169186350643234994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjmS_jSLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AqxIwaci48Q/s320/P1020698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprised that it's a Diego cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjnS_jSMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qFhcUJ8FtDI/s1600-h/P1020702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169186367823104194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjnS_jSMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qFhcUJ8FtDI/s320/P1020702.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjny_jSNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TzyPVxtBXVw/s1600-h/P1020705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169186376413038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjny_jSNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TzyPVxtBXVw/s320/P1020705.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjoy_jSOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NVDczv0AgTs/s1600-h/P1020718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169186393592908002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjoy_jSOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NVDczv0AgTs/s320/P1020718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to make sure he got ALL the frosting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjpi_jSPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4RuBQTxyA5U/s1600-h/P1020717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169186406477809906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjpi_jSPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4RuBQTxyA5U/s320/P1020717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187579003881730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ykty_jSQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t3MHdRz0EAc/s320/Copy+of+P1020721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187587593816338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ykuS_jSRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hX_J2dcDx-Y/s320/P1020724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing around before presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187604773685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ykvS_jSSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/C_QrulVkhLc/s320/P1020727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cassie and cousin Brittany in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187613363620146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ykvy_jSTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vtLlLxZ5kOM/s320/P1020728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The best part about birthdays--the presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187630543489346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ykwy_jSUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D3qxIWcuhl0/s320/P1020730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169188747234986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ylxy_jSVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PTqWUyR1qjs/s320/P1020732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of his favorites. He loves this puzzle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169188755824920930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ylyS_jSWI/AAAAAAAAARE/UYK5ZBWxL4w/s320/P1020734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think I'm a little too animated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169188768709822834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7ylzC_jSXI/AAAAAAAAARM/fY1UCA25DZk/s320/P1020735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Don't care about the pants, mom. Just leave me be with this cool toy."&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/31916489-7079274448706122415?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/7079274448706122415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=7079274448706122415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7079274448706122415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7079274448706122415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-party-at-grandmas.html' title='Birthday Party at Grandma&apos;s'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yjmS_jSLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AqxIwaci48Q/s72-c/P1020698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8503072024304165001</id><published>2008-02-20T16:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:22.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colt's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: This post is only about a month and a half after his birthday, but I blame that one on Aaron. He left our camera at his grandparent's house. We had not had a chance to go down there until this last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Colton's actual birthday, we had some friends of ours come over for dinner and to help celebrate. These pictures are of Colt opening presents from them. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf6C_jSII/AAAAAAAAAPU/OMPYGd-dZ2M/s1600-h/P1020695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182291899140226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf6C_jSII/AAAAAAAAAPU/OMPYGd-dZ2M/s320/P1020695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf6y_jSJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HlejC_CuWmQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1020696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182304784042130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf6y_jSJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HlejC_CuWmQ/s320/Copy+of+P1020696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Markers! Good thing they are washable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf8C_jSKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fD9Xf_X1fSE/s1600-h/P1020697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182326258878626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf8C_jSKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fD9Xf_X1fSE/s320/P1020697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pad to draw on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner, we let Colton try out his new art set. He got them all over (go figure)! Later, when I washed his clothes, I found that Crayola was not lying. They were washable (whew!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-8503072024304165001?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8503072024304165001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8503072024304165001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8503072024304165001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8503072024304165001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/02/colts-birthday.html' title='Colt&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R7yf6C_jSII/AAAAAAAAAPU/OMPYGd-dZ2M/s72-c/P1020695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8758803532752410611</id><published>2008-01-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:24.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, once again it has been awhile. It's what? January now? In fact, January is almost over. I have to admit that I've been spending more of my time on MySpace or Facebook instead of this blog. I apologize, because I know not all of my friends and family members have an account with either of these sites. I will try better to update this blog with things that are happening.   Maybe that could be just one of my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The latest piece of news was that a week and a half ago my Grandma Sheen passed away. It was very sad, but she was hurting a lot and it was time for her to go. Now she is in heaven with her husband who died 7 1/2 years ago. We will all love and miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to go back to Utah for the funeral. Even though it was a sad time, I was very glad that I was able to see all my family. Unfortunately, Aaron and Colton was unable to come out with me (those darn prices of airline tickets!). But, Aaron was able to take some time off work and stay with Colton while I was away. I'm sure it was nice for the both of them to spend so much time together--just daddy and son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though these photos have nothing to do with recent events, I still wanted to post them. As you can tell they are of Christmas. Christmas this year was lots of fun. We stayed Christmas Eve at Aaron's grandparents--per my request. I'm so used to have many family members around, that if we were to have Christmas morning with just us three, it just wouldn't feel right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158430405302955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZtH4KoLJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HMiLLJkp5t0/s320/P1020645.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;   Christmas Eve--trying to get Colt to settle down to open his traditional Christmas Eve present,  which were PJ's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158430413892889762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZtIYKoLKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vkzCb4oPwyE/s320/P1020646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still trying to get Colt to sit for a few seconds.  He really wasn't interested in opening presents this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158430426777791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZtJIKoLLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RtQFRJCHCLQ/s320/P1020648.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally got him to sit.  Of course, mom did most of the opening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429456115182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZsQoKoLEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3_X3JpBvL4o/s320/P1020649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doggy PJ's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429464705117266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZsRIKoLFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OwgXrtBrSik/s320/P1020654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aaron and Colton opening stockings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429473295051874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZsRoKoLGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JVPgQAeb-JQ/s320/P1020655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Probably, Aaron's favorite gift.  A new amp for his car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429477590019186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZsR4KoLHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NB8Ie_ScsyE/s320/P1020657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fuzzy Crocs.  They are SOOOO warm and nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429486179953794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZsSYKoLII/AAAAAAAAAO0/yB_T2gMGAfM/s320/P1020669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa trying to pull down Aaron's over sized sweat pants.  He got mega huge sweats per his request.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158427931401792562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5Zq34KoLDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5eBAiasSI0U/s320/P1020670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some more stuff for his car.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158427927106825250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5Zq3oKoLCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6rFiFPZYHhE/s320/P1020662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favorite gift (which I picked out)--a Cricut cutting machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158427922811857938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5Zq3YKoLBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2xvXTgrf3N0/s320/P1020680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A Whinnie the Pooh car from Meme (Aaron's grandma)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158427914221923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5Zq24KoLAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/W340lYEdAvo/s320/P1020682.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We did save a few of Colt's gifts to open when we got home, so we could have our own Christmas.  Again, I am trying to get Colton to sit and open the presents.  Not interested.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158427909926956018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5Zq2oKoK_I/AAAAAAAAANs/VCHmgn4nZPM/s320/P1020688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing with some of his new toys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-8758803532752410611?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8758803532752410611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8758803532752410611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8758803532752410611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8758803532752410611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/R5ZtH4KoLJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HMiLLJkp5t0/s72-c/P1020645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8828649206295421642</id><published>2007-10-30T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:24.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween to everyone. I know this is a little early (by one day), but we've already done the "halloween thing" and dressed up. On Saturday at Aaron's mom's church they had a "trunk-or-treat". We dressed Colton up and went. That was an experience. Colton isn't quite old enough to understand Halloween, so the first thing was he did NOT want to be in his costume. It was quite cute. We dressed him up as &lt;em&gt;"Pablo" &lt;/em&gt;from Nickelodean's &lt;em&gt;Backyardagains&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127201245088938898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Ryd6Xgl3e5I/AAAAAAAAANU/UroEV-c8Yzk/s320/P1020631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the party, all he wanted to do was run around. Everone else was doing it, right? He also wasn't too excited to go around to all the cars and gather candy. Debbie ended up holding him while he kicked and screamed, while I held open his back saying "Trick-or-Treat". It was a hard night, and I know both Debbie and I were pooped after the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127201249383906210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Ryd6Xwl3e6I/AAAAAAAAANc/3AYYmR6w6zQ/s320/P1020632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127201253678873522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Ryd6YAl3e7I/AAAAAAAAANk/yoRMh_vGjZY/s320/P1020633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We are done with "trick-or-treating" for the year. Tomorrow night on Halloween we will just sit back, relax, eat chili, watch &lt;em&gt;Transformers,&lt;/em&gt; and pass out candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-8828649206295421642?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8828649206295421642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8828649206295421642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8828649206295421642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8828649206295421642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Ryd6Xgl3e5I/AAAAAAAAANU/UroEV-c8Yzk/s72-c/P1020631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-6040869521222289219</id><published>2007-10-29T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:25.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, It has been a long time (this is starting to sound like all my journal entries when I was in Jr. High). As most of my friends and family know, there has been a lot going on, so it's been hard to find time to update my blog. Among things, I have also wanted to post pictures from our family beach trip back in August (see, I told you it's been awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I just want to post portions from the e-mail I sent to my family and friends at the beginning of this month. This will explain why the absence from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To say the least, we have had much going on in our lives. First thing I must mention is that our little boy, Colton will be an older brother. That's right. Aaron and I are going to have another baby. As of today, I am 12 weeks along. The baby is due on April 14th. As my sis-in-law pointed out--that is the day before tax day! LOL. We are all very excited to be adding to our family. We do want to find out what color to be buying, so when the time comes, we will find out the gender and will let you all know as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The next big thing is that Aaron and I are moving. We are taking the next step in our lives and we are buying a townhouse. Again, we are very excited. Although, there are a lot of mixed feelings of being nervous, anxious, scared, etc.....This is something neither one of us has done before. We are learning lots of new things that are at times very overwhelming. But we know it is the right step for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Last week we had to make a trip to the hospital for Aaron. He was doing a tire rotation at work. As he stood up, he hit his head on the side view mirror of the car. At first, he thought it was nothing, but a few minutes later he got sick in the bathroom. After he got sick, he passed out. His co-workers came into to check on him and found him on the floor. His asst. manager, Kyle, called me and told me to come and get Aaron because he was blacking out (he didn't mention that he hit his head and might have a concussion). I, of course had a million things running through my mind on what happened. Fortunately, I had a friend and neighbor watch Colton for me so I could get Aaron. I took him to the ER where he was checked out and had a cat scan run. The doctor let him go saying everything was fine and he didn't have any limitations.The next day (Wednesday) was Aaron's normal day off, so we had some things to do, but for the most part, he took it easy. He went to work on Thursday and went about his normal routine. He started to feel sick again and ended up having to go to urgent care and then back to the hospital to have an MRI. The doctor at urgent care told him to rest (no work) until Monday. On Monday, he followed up with the urgent care doctor, and was able to go back to work. Everything is fine now with him and the MRI came back clear. It was just a very eventful few days (and scary too)!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move in date for our new house was October 15th. We were supposed to close and start being able to move on the 12th. But because of some very frustrating events that were out of our control, we were not able to do that. Looking back I think it was all for the best. Here are some pictures of our new place. More will come as soon as I am able to take some:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126871503269755698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOeAl3ezI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LciY0b0lqyo/s320/P1020624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126871507564723010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOeQl3e0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/fvwqSS87j88/s320/P1020625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron and Colton getting out of the car in our new parking space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126871516154657618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOewl3e1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hc42bEQS1pg/s320/P1020627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Unlocking the door for the first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126871520449624930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOfAl3e2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/7pyh-eFjKE0/s320/P1020628.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course, Colton insisted being the first one to enter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126871533334526834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOfwl3e3I/AAAAAAAAANE/jclw-fs50Jw/s320/P1020630.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some packing tape Aaron put on Colton. As you can see, he was none too pleased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the way, update on baby week. I am now 15 weeks along. We find out on November 12 whether we need blue or pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-6040869521222289219?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/6040869521222289219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=6040869521222289219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6040869521222289219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6040869521222289219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-it-has-been-long-time-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RyZOeAl3ezI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LciY0b0lqyo/s72-c/P1020624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8340018671562594749</id><published>2007-07-02T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:27.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally did it! We were able to go back to Utah for a trip. It was Colton's first time back to Utah. I'm sorry to all of those that we were not able to hook up with. The invitation to come visit us in Virginia is ALWAYS open. We ran ragged trying to visit as many people as we could. It was like a marathon. Here are a "couple" of pictures from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088559088705562034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xh-ThZbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CAj9cnKW1oY/s320/P1020385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colton on the airplane. For the most part he did well, but he was very squirmy. Inspite of mommy and daddy's wishes, he only slept for 45 minutes on the plane. We even took a portable DVD player with &lt;em&gt;Go, Diego, Go&lt;/em&gt; movies, but unfortunately, the DVD player did not work. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088561004260976066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4zReThZcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LZ9KYh2tSEA/s320/P1020384.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Daddy and Colton getting ready to take off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xguThZYI/AAAAAAAAALo/lQNXfVl7J4g/s1600-h/100_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088559067230725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xguThZYI/AAAAAAAAALo/lQNXfVl7J4g/s320/100_1472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton's cousin Sean showing him how to use the typewriter (what's that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xhOThZZI/AAAAAAAAALw/EPYo-pw2AzA/s1600-h/100_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088559075820660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xhOThZZI/AAAAAAAAALw/EPYo-pw2AzA/s320/100_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Ashley and Rudolph the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4wZeThZTI/AAAAAAAAALA/o3j3xzx7Unc/s1600-h/P1020389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088557843165046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4wZeThZTI/AAAAAAAAALA/o3j3xzx7Unc/s320/P1020389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah and Becca hanging out in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4waOThZUI/AAAAAAAAALI/hb594HS0Pxg/s1600-h/P1020390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088557856049947970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4waOThZUI/AAAAAAAAALI/hb594HS0Pxg/s320/P1020390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching the ducks in Becca's backyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4waeThZVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jKtOKVtHzvo/s1600-h/P1020396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088567197603816914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp445-ThZdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RqF_UloXlO8/s320/P1020396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton's grandpa, Aunt Emily, Grandma, Uncle John, and cousins Sophia and Gavin--Vivian Park, Provo Canyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4wa-ThZWI/AAAAAAAAALY/sfxx-Y8LWOw/s1600-h/100b1482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088557868934849890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4wa-ThZWI/AAAAAAAAALY/sfxx-Y8LWOw/s320/100b1482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia loved to sit on my lap or have me hold her--even though she had never met me before. Colton kind of got a little jealous, to say the least. Here they are fighting for a spot on my lap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088557877524784498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4wbeThZXI/AAAAAAAAALg/RHiq71KjBP8/s320/100_1476.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Big ol' cheesy grin at Wal-mart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOHtPNEOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tS5OmSfV_U8/s1600-h/P1020432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749917517910242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOHtPNEOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tS5OmSfV_U8/s320/P1020432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the LDS Provo Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOINPNEPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G6PIOvKovIg/s1600-h/P1020420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749926107844850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOINPNEPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G6PIOvKovIg/s320/P1020420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those gorgeous mountains in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOIdPNEQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yLQtoh3wDm4/s1600-h/P1020416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749930402812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOIdPNEQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yLQtoh3wDm4/s320/P1020416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton's new thing, when he's riding in the car, is to put the blanket on his head like this to help him fall asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOI9PNERI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s5acm16aF3U/s1600-h/P1020405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749938992746770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOI9PNERI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s5acm16aF3U/s320/P1020405.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With his cousin Gavin playing by the river at Vivian Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOJdPNESI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pM0MIe9PtpY/s1600-h/P1020403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749947582681378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomOJdPNESI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pM0MIe9PtpY/s320/P1020403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Colton racing back to mommy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-8340018671562594749?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8340018671562594749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8340018671562594749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8340018671562594749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8340018671562594749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/07/utah-trip-07.html' title='Utah Trip &apos;07'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rp4xh-ThZbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CAj9cnKW1oY/s72-c/P1020385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-4934226466787725986</id><published>2007-07-02T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:27.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The annual Halcrow Family Reunion was held at Hogle Zoo.  Despite the heat (100 degrees--ouch), we had lots of fun.  Food, fun, and family.  What more can you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLD9PNEKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HeViAShU5Yw/s1600-h/P1020435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082746554558517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLD9PNEKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HeViAShU5Yw/s320/P1020435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad sharing our Scottish heritage with the younger grandkids. He really enjoyed wearing his kilt and educating the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLEdPNELI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DZw5dco8F68/s1600-h/P1020438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082746563148452018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLEdPNELI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DZw5dco8F68/s320/P1020438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah, Colton, and Aaron on the train. We almost hit a buffalo that was on the tracks as we drove through its pen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082746567443419330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLEtPNEMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8xKeq7NGL8k/s320/P1020447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Colton and Sarah saying "cheese" infront of the white alligator &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082746576033353938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLFNPNENI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gXwv7ZqZj1s/s320/P1020440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-4934226466787725986?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/4934226466787725986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=4934226466787725986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4934226466787725986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/4934226466787725986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/07/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RomLD9PNEKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HeViAShU5Yw/s72-c/P1020435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-760628477994799672</id><published>2007-06-01T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:28.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Beach Experience</title><content type='html'>I've had this post saved as a draft forever, but never got around to finishing it.  I aplogize for my procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;During the 3rd weekend in May, we went down to North Carolina for a family reunion.  The day before the reunion we went to the beach.  This was Colton's first beach experience.  He was OK with the sand, but he did NOT like the waves.  He would start crying each time a wave would crash into his little legs.  He evetually started running away from the waves, when the got a little too close.  He looked alot like the sandpipers that are on the beach.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVoxlJQpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4cyFbrtHJqQ/s1600-h/P1020316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071288076899795602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVoxlJQpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4cyFbrtHJqQ/s320/P1020316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; A family picture by the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071288081194762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVpBlJQqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xBbTMWONIWE/s320/P1020305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mommy and Colton looking at the water and making the "water" sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071288085489730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVpRlJQrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/McmQ2pg_HUs/s320/P1020292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Colton with Aunt Kim bravely making his way to the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVpxlJQsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YelVwoNBfi4/s1600-h/P1020291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071288094079664834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVpxlJQsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YelVwoNBfi4/s320/P1020291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"To go to the water, or to not go to the water...that is the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071288098374632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVqBlJQtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AWctjurvaZE/s320/P1020289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Nope, no water for me, thank you very much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31916489-760628477994799672?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/760628477994799672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=760628477994799672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/760628477994799672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/760628477994799672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-beach-experience.html' title='First Beach Experience'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RmDVoxlJQpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4cyFbrtHJqQ/s72-c/P1020316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-3444908071469011947</id><published>2007-05-07T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WMZQ Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Following tradition, me, my mom-in-law, and one of her friends, April went to the WMZQ fest. What is that? Well, I'll tell you. A local country radio station, WMZQ 98.7, puts on an all day country "festival" with severel country artist--both new and some that have been around for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The radio station gives their listeners a chance to "meet and greet" their favorite artist. Starting in the morning people line up to get a ticket for one of the artists and then later in the day, in designated areas, people have a chance to get a picture with the singer, as well as an autograph. This year we were too tired to wake up early and wait in line, so we skipped it. But we did arrive to catch some pictures of others getting autographs and seeing some of the new rising artist perform on a side-stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The main show with the headliners: Chris Young (started his career thanks to the TV show &lt;em&gt;Nashville Star&lt;/em&gt;), Josh Turner, Terry Clark, and Montgomery Gentry, started at 5:00. That is what we were really there for to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3cz73Q-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xmIiOHoB5ZU/s1600-h/P1020156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061966211793241058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3cz73Q-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xmIiOHoB5ZU/s320/P1020156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; Debbie, me (Sarah), and April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3dD73Q_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/svvDcckx6Pw/s1600-h/P1020157.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061966216088208370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3dD73Q_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/svvDcckx6Pw/s320/P1020157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Debbie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061965090806776706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-2bj73Q4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/lnf2KMriSAE/s320/P1020135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Clint Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061965099396711314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-2cD73Q5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/uXnH-yzmbNY/s320/P1020143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Lost Trailors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061965103691678626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-2cT73Q6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xGimn3rD2_Q/s320/P1020152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; Chris Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061965107986645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-2cj73Q7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/h-cNZW-wlGg/s320/P1020172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; Josh Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061965112281613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-2cz73Q8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/awE_mlRCswc/s320/P1020178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Terri Clark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061966198908339154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3cD73Q9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PRf4-FtsMsY/s320/P1020205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Montgomery Gentry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31916489-3444908071469011947?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/3444908071469011947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=3444908071469011947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/3444908071469011947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/3444908071469011947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/05/wmzq-fest.html' title='WMZQ Fest'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rj-3cz73Q-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xmIiOHoB5ZU/s72-c/P1020156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8242734751111550019</id><published>2007-04-29T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I have posted anything.  Since it had been awhile, I thought I would post some random pictures that I have taken of our family (mostly Colton, of course) over the past month.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoPz73QzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/285_WOHsuf0/s1600-h/P1020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058853271036707634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoPz73QzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/285_WOHsuf0/s320/P1020090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with one of his favorite toys: the Weebles Peter Pan treehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQD73Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nWVYHmkZSVA/s1600-h/P1020093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058853275331674946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQD73Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nWVYHmkZSVA/s320/P1020093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"E.T. phone home." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQT73Q1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jOBX-Yl2nuw/s1600-h/P1020078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058853279626642258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQT73Q1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jOBX-Yl2nuw/s320/P1020078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being blown away by the wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQj73Q2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/7rutZO5qhRE/s1600-h/P1020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058853283921609570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoQj73Q2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/7rutZO5qhRE/s320/P1020081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton loves to look out the window.  Especially during the day to look at mostly birds that hang out in the back yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoRD73Q3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qjxwbYbbeTA/s1600-h/P1020084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058853292511544178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoRD73Q3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qjxwbYbbeTA/s320/P1020084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy tickling Colton's tummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2D73QuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6Y-DszYePSw/s1600-h/P1020101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058851729143448290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2D73QuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6Y-DszYePSw/s320/P1020101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2j73QvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/efjclxA2c3Y/s1600-h/P1020112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058851737733382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2j73QvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/efjclxA2c3Y/s320/P1020112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Colton's favorite climbing spots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2z73QwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I_aPfs_QgNA/s1600-h/P1020121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058851742028350210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm2z73QwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/I_aPfs_QgNA/s320/P1020121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Mmmm...yummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm3T73QxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y6yrx4D5LZs/s1600-h/P1020123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058851750618284818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm3T73QxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y6yrx4D5LZs/s320/P1020123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton with his favorite cousin, Isabelle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm3j73QyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uH0Pl2LTQy8/s1600-h/P1020098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058851754913252130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSm3j73QyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uH0Pl2LTQy8/s320/P1020098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Old McDonald had a farm...."&lt;br /&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/31916489-8242734751111550019?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8242734751111550019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8242734751111550019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8242734751111550019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8242734751111550019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSoPz73QzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/285_WOHsuf0/s72-c/P1020090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-8806548349394676380</id><published>2007-04-29T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:31.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering the Rocking Chair</title><content type='html'>Little did we know, when we decided  to have children, that one day our child would have a hard time keeping his feet on the ground.  What I mean to say, is that we have a little climber.  I have to constantly watch him to make sure he doesn't climb Mount Everest (the rocking chair, or it could be a couch) and cause havoc on the surrounding area (things that I try to keep out of his reach), or fall off the unsturdy terrain.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847696169157314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjLT73QsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KvNfCLMUNnQ/s320/P1020103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just starting out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847691874190002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjLD73QrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dZYaYISDyy4/s320/P1020104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjKj73QqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R7SMr1JuVPI/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847683284255394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjKj73QqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R7SMr1JuVPI/s320/P1020105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm up here.  Now what do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058848082716213970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjhz73QtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M8uqzNGnTwc/s320/P1020124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahhhh....finally made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-8806548349394676380?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/8806548349394676380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=8806548349394676380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8806548349394676380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/8806548349394676380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/04/conquering-rocking-chair.html' title='Conquering the Rocking Chair'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RjSjLT73QsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KvNfCLMUNnQ/s72-c/P1020103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-6176251291714134879</id><published>2007-03-19T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:32.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A little over a month ago, we had a pretty bad snow storm.  It snowed practically all day long.  It just so happened that it was on a Sunday, so Aaron was home from work (we were also home from Church because it was cancelled) and he was able to keep the sidewalks clear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75jX9OFwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jqzRBWvoJrw/s1600-h/P1020017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743018823063298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75jX9OFwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jqzRBWvoJrw/s320/P1020017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Here is Colton sporting his new winter ensemble (which was too big for him).  He got it for Christmas, and we had to have him try it out atleast once this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75j39OFxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mBBLpNRqtMw/s1600-h/P1020019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743027412997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75j39OFxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mBBLpNRqtMw/s320/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't think he's a fan of the snow.  He was really mad because we had the mittens on his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75kX9OFyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FD9rU0-MEVg/s1600-h/P1020018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743036002932514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75kX9OFyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FD9rU0-MEVg/s320/P1020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mommy, trying to help Colton up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75k39OFzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RJPyusLBfbk/s1600-h/P1020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743044592867122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75k39OFzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RJPyusLBfbk/s320/P1020020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, I  think he's liking it now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75ln9OF0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9-kIadkCpK0/s1600-h/P1020021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743057477769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75ln9OF0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9-kIadkCpK0/s320/P1020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just wait until next year.  He'll be out building snowmen. &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/31916489-6176251291714134879?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/6176251291714134879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=6176251291714134879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6176251291714134879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/6176251291714134879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/03/february-snow-storm.html' title='February Snow Storm'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Rf75jX9OFwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jqzRBWvoJrw/s72-c/P1020017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-793613333564585276</id><published>2007-02-03T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:33.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Else Can I Title this but Go Redskins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok, so the Redskins may not be playing in this year's Super Bowl--as a matter of fact they stunk this year, but shouldn't we still  support them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHWk0cupI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bNpP4SlZ7E4/s1600-h/P1010880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027432643451206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHWk0cupI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bNpP4SlZ7E4/s320/P1010880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aaron's mom found this Redskins jersey in her attic and it just happened to be Aaron's when he was this age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHXE0cuqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mZ-qkKpwwpM/s1600-h/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027432652041140898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHXE0cuqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mZ-qkKpwwpM/s320/P1010881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Already training to be a football player.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHXk0curI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Y_y7G5d7q4/s1600-h/P1010865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027432660631075506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHXk0curI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Y_y7G5d7q4/s320/P1010865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHYE0cusI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pc3auVJmUaU/s1600-h/P1010861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027432669221010114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHYE0cusI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pc3auVJmUaU/s320/P1010861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TACKLE THE CAMERA MAN (WOMAN)!&lt;/span&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/31916489-793613333564585276?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/793613333564585276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=793613333564585276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/793613333564585276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/793613333564585276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-else-can-i-title-this-but-go.html' title='What Else Can I Title this but Go Redskins!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RcUHWk0cupI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bNpP4SlZ7E4/s72-c/P1010880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-1427185845263309597</id><published>2007-01-20T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:33.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colton Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RbIbFOHT-xI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cis8YQsvrj4/s1600-h/P1010855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022106310973586194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RbIbFOHT-xI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cis8YQsvrj4/s320/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, he's walking now.  He only takes a few step at a time and with alot of coaxing.  Each day it seems as though he get more and more brave.  He has alot of fun doing it.  I don't think it will be long before he's tearing up the house. &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/31916489-1427185845263309597?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/1427185845263309597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=1427185845263309597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1427185845263309597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1427185845263309597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/01/colton-walking.html' title='Colton Walking'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RbIbFOHT-xI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cis8YQsvrj4/s72-c/P1010855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-1726938305507740194</id><published>2007-01-11T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:34.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaxjOHT-wI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tvd8jaqEMFc/s1600-h/P1010834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018894053393300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaxjOHT-wI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tvd8jaqEMFc/s320/P1010834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked the wrapping paper most of all. Geez, all that money spent on toys and clothes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaauiOHT-rI/AAAAAAAAACE/rd2U_A6r4B4/s1600-h/P1010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018890737678547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaauiOHT-rI/AAAAAAAAACE/rd2U_A6r4B4/s320/P1010822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My attempt at a cute birthday cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Raaui-HT-sI/AAAAAAAAACM/LT5yoQYjrFQ/s1600-h/P1010823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018890750563449538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/Raaui-HT-sI/AAAAAAAAACM/LT5yoQYjrFQ/s320/P1010823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton's personal cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaujeHT-uI/AAAAAAAAACc/j1YGai-_nIc/s1600-h/P1010846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018890759153384162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaujeHT-uI/AAAAAAAAACc/j1YGai-_nIc/s320/P1010846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike any other typical kid, he did not attack the cake. He took his two fingers, pinched the frosting, and ate it. Aaron finally shoved his face in the cake, just so we could say that he made a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaujuHT-vI/AAAAAAAAACk/hTLN8LGePoY/s1600-h/P1010850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018890763448351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaujuHT-vI/AAAAAAAAACk/hTLN8LGePoY/s320/P1010850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton's first bite of ice cream. We have been promising Grandpa Clement for months that he could be the first one to give him ice cream&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/31916489-1726938305507740194?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/1726938305507740194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=1726938305507740194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1726938305507740194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/1726938305507740194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-colton.html' title='Happy Birthday Colton!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaaxjOHT-wI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tvd8jaqEMFc/s72-c/P1010834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-7413590483388294170</id><published>2007-01-11T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:34.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baldie'/><title type='text'>Look What Aaron Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this guy from church talked Aaron into shaving his head bald. Why not? The guy from church does it. My only response is "If he jumped off a cliff, would you?" (Do I sound like a mother, or what?). Much to my dislike, Aaron did it. The only hair on his head is his beard. I've even threatened Aaron that I will stop shaving my legs. He only laughs, because he knows that I can't do it. Needless to say, Aaron likes his head shaved and says that he wants to keep it that way. My only hope is that he will get sick of shaving it twice a week and give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5OHT-oI/AAAAAAAAABg/d9TbuST2pzg/s1600-h/P1010851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018821863582988930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5OHT-oI/AAAAAAAAABg/d9TbuST2pzg/s320/P1010851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The preparation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5OHT-pI/AAAAAAAAABo/FakaOMypS3E/s1600-h/P1010853(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018821863582988946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5OHT-pI/AAAAAAAAABo/FakaOMypS3E/s320/P1010853(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Yeah! I did it!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5eHT-qI/AAAAAAAAABw/BEFxEnF5Dqw/s1600-h/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018821867877956258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5eHT-qI/AAAAAAAAABw/BEFxEnF5Dqw/s320/P1010854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Where did all my hair go?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-7413590483388294170?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/7413590483388294170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=7413590483388294170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7413590483388294170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/7413590483388294170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-what-aaron-did.html' title='Look What Aaron Did'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RaZv5OHT-oI/AAAAAAAAABg/d9TbuST2pzg/s72-c/P1010851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-3425878647037663579</id><published>2006-12-26T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:41:35.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2006'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGVnGdJEyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9HviAyUARAM/s1600-h/P1010789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012952359220351778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGVnGdJEyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9HviAyUARAM/s320/P1010789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah opening her present--a poinsetta.  Aaron also got her Victoria Secret lotions,mmmmm...., and a Michael's gift card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGVn2dJEzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OitXT1Ib-pw/s1600-h/P1010772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012952372105253682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGVn2dJEzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OitXT1Ib-pw/s320/P1010772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the butt on that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUXmdJEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kFcAYLDLwDs/s1600-h/P1010803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012950993420751570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUXmdJEtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kFcAYLDLwDs/s320/P1010803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I feel pretty, oh so, pretty....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUX2dJEuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OUYfbmL_M3s/s1600-h/P1010802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012950997715718882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUX2dJEuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OUYfbmL_M3s/s320/P1010802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where's Colt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUYWdJEvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NrDeLzw3HIE/s1600-h/P1010797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012951006305653490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUYWdJEvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NrDeLzw3HIE/s320/P1010797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron's favorite gift. Cactus Cooler--which we can't get out here in VA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUZGdJExI/AAAAAAAAAAs/shD97bBx8GA/s1600-h/P1010762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012951019190555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGUZGdJExI/AAAAAAAAAAs/shD97bBx8GA/s320/P1010762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton's Christmas Eve gift--a new pair of PJ's&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/31916489-3425878647037663579?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/3425878647037663579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=3425878647037663579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/3425878647037663579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/3425878647037663579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/RZGVnGdJEyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9HviAyUARAM/s72-c/P1010789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116673858727062486</id><published>2006-12-21T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:03:07.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the Halls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We got this singing Winnie-the-Pooh last year for Christmas.  It sings &lt;em&gt;Deck the Halls&lt;/em&gt;, wiggles his hips, and swings the lighted snowflakes around.  Colton absolutely LOVES it.  He has figured out how to push the button himself.  When Pooh Bear stops, Colton looks at me with a look that says, "What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/78329/P1010722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/45648/P1010722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;        "Almost....have....it (grunt)!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/226502/P1010723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/809074/P1010723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I know he looks terrified here, but he's throughly enjoying the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116673858727062486?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116673858727062486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116673858727062486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116673858727062486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116673858727062486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/12/deck-halls.html' title='Deck the Halls!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116673785257608228</id><published>2006-12-21T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:08:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:  Not for Blondes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. So... I did a stupid thing the other day. I sliced my finger open on a Pampered Chef slicer. This happened just seconds after my friend--the owner of the slicer--told me (jokingly) not to slice my finger off.   I wasn't paying attention on how I was holding the tomato, and viola, it happened.  Blood gushed everywhere--ok not really.  I could control the bleeding.  But it was questionable for a while there if I needed to go to the hospital.  It turned out it wasn't bad enough for stitches.  Everything is fine and my finger has healed oh, so wonderfully.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is usually a warning on products like these to keep away from children. Perhaps there should be another kind of warning for blondes. That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/723900/P1010731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/65879/P1010731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the mangled finger, itself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/845232/P1010737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/389346/P1010737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alriiiiiggghhht!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116673785257608228?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116673785257608228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116673785257608228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116673785257608228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116673785257608228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/12/warning-not-for-blondes.html' title='Warning:  Not for Blondes'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116468602380464382</id><published>2006-11-27T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:53:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Resemblence</title><content type='html'>I've been going through a family album of Aaron's dads and scanning a bunch of pictures of Aaron.  You can definitely tell that Colton is Aaron's little boy.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Aaron_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Aaron_1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is one of my favorite pictures of him.  Love the sailor outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Maybe%20Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Maybe%20Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to put this one in.  I remember E.T. being very popular around the time that my younger brother and Aaron were born (it wasn't too far apart--only about a year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Aaron%20Haircut%203_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Aaron%20Haircut%203_1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure it was his first hair cut, but this one really looks like Colt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Debbie,%20Aaron%20_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Debbie%2C%20Aaron%20_1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always eating.  Some things never change.  Here Aaron is with his Mom( and if you know his mom, always rocking.  Some things never change.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116468602380464382?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116468602380464382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116468602380464382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116468602380464382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116468602380464382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/11/family-resemblence.html' title='Family Resemblence'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116468362715472035</id><published>2006-11-27T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:13:47.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2006</title><content type='html'>This was Colton's first Thanksgiving.   We went down to Grandpa and Grandma C.'s house and ate the HUGE meal with a bunch of family members.  Of course, there were a few family scuffs, but, all in all, it turned out to be a good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Nov%2025%202006%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Nov%2025%202006%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture wasn't taken on Thanksgiving.  I just included it because he looked so cute.  Who could ever get mad at this face?  BTW, with Colton crawling around, he's been getting into alot of things.  He's hearing the word "no" more and more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Nov%2025%202006%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Nov%2025%202006%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton with his cousin, B.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Nov%2025%202006%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Nov%2025%202006%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Thanksgiving family shot.  I insisted we get one, because it was Colt's first Thanksgiving.  Wanted to remember the milestone, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Nov%2025%202006%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Nov%2025%202006%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took this right before we went to look at Christmas lights.  Colt missed them, because he fell asleep on the way over.  Oh well, there is always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Nov%2025%202006%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Nov%2025%202006%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Where's the turkey and mashed potatoes?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116468362715472035?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116468362715472035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116468362715472035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116468362715472035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116468362715472035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-2006.html' title='Thanksgiving 2006'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116448233078647558</id><published>2006-11-25T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:18:50.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Boy Needs a Tonka Truck</title><content type='html'>We bought this Tonka truck for Colton when he was just a week old.  Aaron insisted on it.  Aaron had a Tonka truck when he was a kid, and any kid of Aaron's will have one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/17859/Nov%2025%202006%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/814200/Nov%2025%202006%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just incase you can't read what Colton's shirt says:  "My grandparents don't spoil me, they are just very accomodating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/56391/Nov%2025%202006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/335961/Nov%2025%202006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/661939/Nov%2025%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/241216/Nov%2025%202006%20015.jpg" 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/31916489-116448233078647558?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116448233078647558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116448233078647558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116448233078647558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116448233078647558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-boy-needs-tonka-truck.html' title='Every Boy Needs a Tonka Truck'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116447531208547213</id><published>2006-11-25T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:21:52.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here are some pictures of Trunk-or-Treat at our church.  Are you surprised that Colton was dressed up as Tigger?  Not too much, if you know me.  This is Colton's first Halloween.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/488713/Nov%2025%202006%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Colton with his Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/652166/Nov%2025%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/648037/Nov%2025%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Colton's Gamma (Debbie), Me, Colton, Isabelle, and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/34160/Nov%2025%202006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/585546/Nov%2025%202006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/1600/669523/Nov%2025%202006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2145/3479/320/115885/Nov%2025%202006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Isabelle, me--I'm a Jiffy Lube employee, as if you couldn't tell--and Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116447531208547213?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116447531208547213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116447531208547213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116447531208547213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116447531208547213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116177848524712065</id><published>2006-10-25T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:14:45.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Festival 1</title><content type='html'>Every year, a local town holds a Balloons Festival.  Last weekend, My mother-in-law, Debbie, my niece, Isabelle, Colton, and I went.  We woke up early in the morning to watch the dozens of balloons take off in the crisp fall air.  There were so many fun pictures that were taken, it was hard to just choose a few.  So I created a few posts so I can show my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debbie with Colton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found a new texture--hay.  I'm not quite sure what he thought about it. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle watching the balloons in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy was crazy.  He is sitting in a chiar strapped to a bunch of &lt;em&gt;helium&lt;/em&gt; balloons.  I'm not quite sure how he eventually went down.  He floated far away.   I think he gradually released a balloon one at time, until finally he started to float down.  Crazy.  I would never do that.  You have no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle--playing with her hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116177848524712065?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116177848524712065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116177848524712065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177848524712065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177848524712065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/balloon-festival-1.html' title='Balloon Festival 1'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116177768322348968</id><published>2006-10-25T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:18:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Festival 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to keep warm in her Strawberry Shortcake blanket. BRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jumping from haystack to haystack in the maze. I'm not quite sure she understands the purpose of the maze. All the other kids were doing it also. Oh well, "when in Rome..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton and Mommy. By this point he was soooo tired. He didn't want to pose for &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oggie the sea-serpant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow! Isabelle with her face painted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116177768322348968?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116177768322348968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116177768322348968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177768322348968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177768322348968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/balloon-festival-2.html' title='Balloon Festival 2'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116177710680796649</id><published>2006-10-25T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:21:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Festival 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still trying to wake up.  Man, it was cold BRRRR!!!  (Did I already say that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wonderul thing about Tigger's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Colton sporting our Tigger tooks (beanies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma (Debbie) and Colton playing in the hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116177710680796649?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116177710680796649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116177710680796649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177710680796649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177710680796649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/balloon-festival-3.html' title='Balloon Festival 3'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116177635853603409</id><published>2006-10-25T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:35:20.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Miss Daisy</title><content type='html'>Last week Aaron had to go in for a meeting on his day off. So, Colton and I hung out in the car and waited for him. We had just come from a drive in the mountains (ahem, I mean, hills) to see the fall leaves. They were gorgeous. Unfortunately I didn't get any pics.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Get outta my way! &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; on the road now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little too early to be driving? I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116177635853603409?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116177635853603409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116177635853603409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177635853603409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116177635853603409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/driving-miss-daisy.html' title='Driving Miss Daisy'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116103688635609819</id><published>2006-10-16T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:17:25.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010516.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010516.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a happy baby. He was trying to crawl onto my lap to grab the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010511.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010511.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing up on his own two feet.  Mommy put him up there, but he held on pretty well.  He's not quite pulling himself up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010513.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010513.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off his new talent--Crawling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010517.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010517.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, trying to pull himself up, although it looks like he's trying to eat the table.  It wouldn't be too far from the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS  We found the camera.  Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116103688635609819?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116103688635609819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116103688635609819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116103688635609819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116103688635609819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/playing-around.html' title='Playing Around'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116049304331316261</id><published>2006-10-10T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:21:14.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Crawling%20Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Crawling%20Baby.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned yesterday that he wasn't really crawling yet. He was just doing the army crawl. Well, I think I was pre-mature in writing that. Last night he started crawling more than he was scooting on his stomach. Keep in mind, it still needs a little work, but he's doing it. He will get up on his knees, put his hands forward, then drag his two knees at the same time to catch up with his hands. Not to brag, but it's so cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116049304331316261?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116049304331316261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116049304331316261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116049304331316261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116049304331316261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/hes-crawling.html' title='He&apos;s Crawling'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-116042995179166653</id><published>2006-10-09T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:39:11.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men. . . You can't live with them and you can't live without them</title><content type='html'>So, I know it's been a bit since I have posted, but I have a very good excuse.  My wonderful husband has misplaced our camera.  He took it to go take pictures of a customer's car and I have not seen it since.  When I asked him where it was he said he didn't know.  And he's not to enthusiastic to help look for it.  And I don't want to nag him, but. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there are tons of pictures I want to take and also want to download  from my camera, but because of the afore mentioned problem, I can't.  Needless to say I'm pretty frusturated.  And to top it off, my Kodak picture program is messed up and I can't fix it.  I'm not very smart when it comes to computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to update on a few things.  Colton, got another haircut (his second one and he's only 9 months old!).  He's also crawling now, sortof.  It's mostly just the army crawl on his stomach, but everyonce in a while he will be on his hands and knees and he will move them forward ever so slightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-116042995179166653?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/116042995179166653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=116042995179166653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116042995179166653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/116042995179166653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/men-you-cant-live-with-them-and-you.html' title='Men. . . You can&apos;t live with them and you can&apos;t live without them'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115990244278104281</id><published>2006-10-03T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:07:22.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loomin' Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/B000641FJA.01-AJQBFGSAOLTLT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/B000641FJA.01-AJQBFGSAOLTLT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over the past week or so I've been using those round knitting looms. I love them! I've been borrowing them from my friend, Anne. Now, I'm so hooked (no pun intended), I need to go buy me a set. I even got Aaron interested in using them. He helped me with a Christmas present and he even a knitted a took (beanie--for you non-canadians) for himself. Even if you're not good at knitting (which I am (k)not--tee hee), this product makes it so easy (Wow! I could do a commercial!). Anyway, I'll try to post some pictures of some of the projects I worked on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115990244278104281?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115990244278104281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115990244278104281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115990244278104281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115990244278104281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/10/loomin-like-crazy.html' title='Loomin&apos; Like Crazy'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115936660685080188</id><published>2006-09-27T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:18:25.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010444.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010444.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was such a gorgeous day on Monday that I decided to take Isabelle and Colton to a nearby park to feed the ducks. I had been saving the heels of bread the last few months and freezing them for such an occasion. Since the sun was shining and it was near perfect weather, we made an after-school activity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010430.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010430.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; Colton was really excited to see the ducks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; Watching his cousin, Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010448.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010448.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Look at all the ducks! There was even more that came over after we had run out of bread. Too bad those ones missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115936660685080188?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115936660685080188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115936660685080188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115936660685080188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115936660685080188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeding-ducks.html' title='Feeding the Ducks'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115929741079371046</id><published>2006-09-26T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:03:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina</title><content type='html'>This was Colton's first time to North Carolina.  And his first long car ride.  He did pretty well in the car.  Friday night we drove mostly through the night, so he slept most of the way.  We left our house at 7:30 PM and got to Aaron's dad's house at 2:30 AM.  On the way home we traveled during the day and he did well.  He got to see the ocean for the first time when we went to a nearby pier.  I'm not sure what he hated the most; the crashing waves or the strong wind.  Actually, he did pretty well.  He just clung onto me tight.  Every once in a while he would get brave enough and lean out from me to get a closer look at the ocean.  Sorry we didn't get any pictures of the pier, because we forgot the camera.  Here some other pictures though:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is with Grandma MacRoy (his great-grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colton with Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here everyone is:  Sarah, Aaron, Kimberly, Dad, Colton, Isabelle, Grandma MacRoy, and Heather.  Marylee was taking the picture.  As you can see from the pictures, I got my hair cut.  It was down to my shoulders before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was a quick trip, we enjoyed being with Aaron's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115929741079371046?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115929741079371046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115929741079371046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115929741079371046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115929741079371046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/09/north-carolina.html' title='North Carolina'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115833491305379805</id><published>2006-09-15T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:41:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Bounce Like Tigger</title><content type='html'>We borrowed a johnny-jump-up from a friend, and Colton was just so excited to try it out.  He loves it.  He really gets going.  So, I tried to take some pics of the action, but it's hard to capture the real excitement.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, he looks terrified here, but really, we're having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115833491305379805?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115833491305379805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115833491305379805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115833491305379805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115833491305379805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/09/trying-to-bounce-like-tigger.html' title='Trying to Bounce Like Tigger'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115772186318509981</id><published>2006-09-08T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:24:23.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, every parent has to take the "tub time" pictures.  I was giving Colton a bath, and I thought he just looks so cute playing that I just have to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chewing on Tigger.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Alright, world.  Here I come!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115772186318509981?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115772186318509981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115772186318509981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115772186318509981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115772186318509981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/09/splish-splash-i-was-taking-bath.html' title='Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115764283368611794</id><published>2006-09-07T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:46:37.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Bandages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Bandages.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I finally did it. I did something I swore I would never do. All moms do it once to atleast one of their children. But, I was going to be the exception. I dropped Colton. That's right, I'm an idiot. Here's how it happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Colton in his carseat, which was up on the couch, so I could go get Aaron from work. The phone rang. Something told me that I should just let the answering machine get it. Nope, didn't listen to that thought. The phone was upstairs, so I left Colton in the carseat, ontop of the couch, and not buckled in yet and ran upstairs to get the phone. When I answered the phone I heard a thump and instant crying. I said, "oh, my gosh," and Anne who was the one on the phone asked, "What, did he fall? I'll let you go." While this conversation was going on, I had run down stairs and saw Colton lying face down on the floor with the car seat on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so horrible. I don't know how I could have let my little baby do that. I held him for a bit until he stopped crying. And of course, all was well. It probably scared him more than it hurt him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115764283368611794?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115764283368611794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115764283368611794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115764283368611794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115764283368611794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/09/horrible-mom.html' title='Horrible Mom'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115704010287226302</id><published>2006-08-31T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:01:42.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Colton?  Noooo...We're just playing infront of the mirror.  Which he enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh, so cute!"   If you look close, you can see his two new teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115704010287226302?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115704010287226302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115704010287226302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115704010287226302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115704010287226302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/seeing-double.html' title='Seeing Double'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115703517609998592</id><published>2006-08-31T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:39:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Before we went to Disneyworld, Colton got his first haircut.  Fotunately, we have a hairstylist in the family--Aunt Heather.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010158.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010158.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010163.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 "I love my Aunt!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115703517609998592?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115703517609998592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115703517609998592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115703517609998592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115703517609998592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115653886431576699</id><published>2006-08-25T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T15:47:44.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of new milestones.</title><content type='html'>The second tooth has broken through!!!  Yeah!!  I'm so excited.  I tried to take a picture, but all Colton does is cover his teeth with his tongue.  He must like the feel of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing Colton has done is start to babble.  Ok, he's been doing this for awhile, but now it seems like he is trying new sounds.  The other night he was saying, "ba, ba, ba, ba, ba..."  And last night for the first time, he was saying, "da, da, da, da, da, da, da..."  Ok, I know he is a long shot from talking.  But as first time parents, we're pretty excited.  Aaron asked me if that counted as him saying, "Da-da".  I told him no.  Besides, he's going to say "Ma-ma"  first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115653886431576699?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115653886431576699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115653886431576699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115653886431576699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115653886431576699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/couple-of-new-milestones.html' title='A couple of new milestones.'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115642950007543650</id><published>2006-08-24T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:25:00.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success...Well, Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010332.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010332.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010333.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We finally got Colton to hold his own bottle. He's been doing it for a few weeks now without help. But now he plays this little game. He'll get trough about half his bottle then he'll start playing with it. He usually gets more on him than the gets in his mouth. But he gets mad when you take the bottle away.   Here he is taking a bottle break from his hard days work as a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115642950007543650?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115642950007543650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115642950007543650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115642950007543650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115642950007543650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/successwell-sort-of.html' title='Success...Well, Sort Of'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115636312463625816</id><published>2006-08-23T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:58:44.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EWWWW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, funny story.  The other night we came home from a softball to find this on our front porch.  The young women, out of the kindness of their hearts, made us cookies.  Since we weren't home, they put it on our porch.  Well, you can say we have a little bit of a slug and ant problem.  There were ants crawling all over the plate and the slug had eaten through the fold of the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Sunday, I pulled the Young Women leader aside and kindly thanked her for the cookies.  I didn't have the heart to tell her they were infested with creepy-crawly things.  I just told her that it was a very nice gesture and made us feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115636312463625816?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115636312463625816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115636312463625816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115636312463625816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115636312463625816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/ewwww.html' title='EWWWW!!!!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115636251320610399</id><published>2006-08-23T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:51:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know that ride with all the phsycho dolls singing the same blasted song over and over again? Yeah, we went on it. Not too many rides you can go on with a 7 month old. Colton seemed to like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....We think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115636251320610399?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115636251320610399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115636251320610399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115636251320610399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115636251320610399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115617303499943946</id><published>2006-08-21T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:21:52.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the day when the world changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/Patriotic%20Woody"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/Patriotic%20Woody%27s%20Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Emily for her insight on the 9/11 attacks and the recommendation to see the new twin towers movie. It was a reminder of what I was doing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out a bad day. I woke up late and had to go to work. When I went out to my work truck, I found that it wouldn't start. I called my best friend, Rebecca, to ask her to come help jump my car. She asked me if I had heard anything that happened. I told her no. She said something about an airplane running into the WTC, but didn't have too many details. After I got the truck started, I contacted my work on the 2-way radio. The dispatcher told me about how terrorists ran into the towers. I remember my whole body going numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rode around town making my deliveries, it was almost eerie. The look in peoples eyes were so mournful. I was able to listen to the radio during my shift and that is all the DJ's talked about. It was hard to keep a dry eye. I saw signs posted all around town showing their support for the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I felt worlds away from NYC and Washington DC, but I felt the pain of those who lost their loved ones. Now I live near DC. This happened in the back yard of my in-laws. They were so close. And although I know there were many people who lost their friends and families, I thank God that none of my husband's family was harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all appreciate and remember the great loss of our country. My heart is torn to see the once again division of the members of the United States because of this war on terrorism. Do you remember how united this country was? I wish we could go back to the way it was for that short time. I know that President George Bush has gotten alot of bad feedback for what he is doing now. But, I'm greatful for the support and dedication he gave right after that tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will not waver; We will not tire; We will not falter; We will not fail. Peace and freedom with prevail."&lt;br /&gt;--President George W. Bush September 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that I add God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband, my child and my family (in Utah and on the East Coast) and thank God each day that they are all with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115617303499943946?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115617303499943946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115617303499943946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115617303499943946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115617303499943946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/remembering-day-when-world-changed.html' title='Remembering the day when the world changed'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115591497070376999</id><published>2006-08-18T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:31:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Goofy...A Couple More Disney Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the real Goofy? Nope, but it kind of looks like him. It's just Daddy. Although Colton may have been a little confused.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. We broke down and bought him the Mickey ears. We even had his name monogramed on them. What's a parent to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so tired when we took this picture. He didn't quite know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115591497070376999?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115591497070376999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115591497070376999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115591497070376999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115591497070376999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-plain-goofya-couple-more-disney.html' title='Just Plain Goofy...A Couple More Disney Pics'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115575955124858471</id><published>2006-08-16T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:19:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor Is In</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of his shots.  Couldn't get his other leg while he was sleeping.  But you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuckered out from his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Colton had his 6 month check-up (even though he's 7 mos. We missed it last month because of switching insurances). Here are his stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 inches long&lt;br /&gt;20 lbs. 12 oz.&lt;br /&gt;I think his head was 28 in.(they didn't write it in the book they gave me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had his shots today. Poor baby. He actually did well, but it broke mom's heart to see him crying. But we're both over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115575955124858471?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115575955124858471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115575955124858471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115575955124858471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115575955124858471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/doctor-is-in.html' title='The Doctor Is In'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115567137959177277</id><published>2006-08-15T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:49:39.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Mom with her blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any questions?  Already trying to be little Mr. Indepenant.  Has to be helping mom.  And if she doesn't let him???  Well, here comes the fits.  Yep, already, at 7 months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115567137959177277?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115567137959177277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115567137959177277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115567137959177277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115567137959177277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/helping-mom-with-her-blog.html' title='Helping Mom with her blog'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115567099669581824</id><published>2006-08-15T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:43:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I have to wait how long until the Tooth Fairy comes?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yes, Colton.  The tooth fairy doesn't come until you start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loosing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your teeth.  You're just at the beginning, baby." &lt;br /&gt; As before mentioned, Colton got a tooth at Disneyworld.  I know it doesn't look like it, but it is true.  Don't believe me?  Then hop on a plane and come feel it for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115567099669581824?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115567099669581824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115567099669581824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115567099669581824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115567099669581824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-to-wait-how-long-until-tooth.html' title='&quot;I have to wait how long until the Tooth Fairy comes?&quot;'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115565780413234521</id><published>2006-08-15T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:03:24.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             One of the mornings we went and had breakfast&lt;br /&gt;                                              with the characters from the Hundred-Acre Wood.&lt;br /&gt;                                             Of course, mommy was happy, but I think C was&lt;br /&gt;                                             a little unsure of what to think.  Here's C with&lt;br /&gt;                                             Piglet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, chubby little &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              cubby all stuffed with fluff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The wonderful thing about tiggers...is I'm the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                               only one.&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/31916489-115565780413234521?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115565780413234521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115565780413234521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115565780413234521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115565780413234521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakfast-with-pooh.html' title='Breakfast with Pooh'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115556861290385928</id><published>2006-08-14T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:16:52.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're back from Disneyworld. What a fun time we had. It was mine (and of course, Colton's) first time. Oh, and by the way, Colton got his frist tooth!!! Yeah! We're so excited. He wasn't even that cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you want me to bore you with all the details of the trip, but here it goes. Our first night we stayed at the All-Star Music Resort. The rest of the week we stayed at the Carribean Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya, staying in Disneyworld resort was the way to go. We were just lucky and very grateful that Aaron's grandparents payed for it. THANKS GRANDMA AND GRANDPA! I think the best part was being able to go to the parks after hours. Because of the heat, we would usually go to whatever park was open late in the evening and stayed until it closed--which was usually 12 or 1 AM. The rest of the time we spent eating or lounging around in the pool or the hotel room. For those who are wondering, we did get plenty of pics--even of the little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115556861290385928?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115556861290385928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115556861290385928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115556861290385928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115556861290385928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!!!'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115437324525666552</id><published>2006-07-31T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:22:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama and Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/200/P1010033.jpg" 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/31916489-115437324525666552?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115437324525666552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115437324525666552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115437324525666552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115437324525666552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/07/proud-mama-and-papa.html' title='Proud Mama and Papa'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115430577688892890</id><published>2006-07-30T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:29:36.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was he Eating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/1600/P1010125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3479/320/P1010125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What was he eating?!?!  First one to guess get a prize. . .Just kidding.  But it's always fun to figure out what those rug rats eat.  To tell you the truth, I can't even remember.  Probably carrots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115430577688892890?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115430577688892890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115430577688892890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115430577688892890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115430577688892890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-was-he-eating.html' title='What was he Eating?'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31916489.post-115430546645678515</id><published>2006-07-30T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:24:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a blog?</title><content type='html'>I finally figured this blog thing out.  Welcome to the 21st century, right?  You know, this may sound dumb, but I finally figured out what a "blog" is a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. . .  Welcome to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31916489-115430546645678515?l=aplacefortigger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/feeds/115430546645678515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31916489&amp;postID=115430546645678515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115430546645678515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31916489/posts/default/115430546645678515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacefortigger.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-blog.html' title='What&apos;s a blog?'/><author><name>Tigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455895999543072751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3kPh0eqqJk/SLMaESrTtDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XIjREK78i9s/S220/P1020855.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
